After several twists and turns, He Yu and Kong Ming finally went up to the second floor.

The corners of He Yu's lips hooked up a smile, and he teased: [You have a grudge against the lord of this country, push the door and fall down, go upstairs and break upstairs. 】

Kong Ming glanced at He Yu helplessly, blushed slightly, and felt very embarrassed.

He Yu knew that he was thin-skinned and shy by nature, so he didn't tease him anymore.

On the second floor there are two rooms, but they are connected, separated by a beaded curtain that is covered with dust and looks dull.

One is a tea room, the other is a study, and the furniture in the study has not been artificially damaged, but things like decorative vases, screens, etc. have disappeared, and the whole room looks empty.

There are a lot of books on the bookshelf, and the dust attached to them makes the two of them unable to see the cover clearly, and after a few dust removal techniques, He Yu picked up a book from the shelf, the title of which is "Dream Creek Pen Talk".

Of course, He Yu knows that this book was written by Shen Kuo in the Northern Song Dynasty, and this book mainly involves technology and social and historical phenomena, whether it is astronomy, square chronicles, legal calendars, music or medicine, and divination are discussed in it.

Kong Ming flipped through the book is "Zizhi Tongjian", its content is mainly based on political and military historical facts, he has read this book before, simply flipped through it, the content is exactly the same, nothing special, he put "Zizhi Tongjian" aside and continue to consult.

Here are also only these books that may have some clues, and no other place has found them useful at the moment.

There are a lot of books on the shelves, Kong Ming and He Yu cleared out a vacant lot, moved the books from the bookshelf to the ground, He Yu read the name of the book from beginning to end, and found that all the books left here are history books, words and the like, and there is no cultivation book, detailed explanation of the talisman, Lingzhi Daquan and other cultivation books.

Kong Ming naturally found out as well, and thought for a while: "It should be the person who came here before who took it." ”

He Yu: [How is this like a robber. 】

She looked around, empty, everything that could be demolished was demolished, everything that could be removed was also moved, and it was completely looted.

She shook the books in her hand, [If it weren't for the fact that these books were worthless and no one would want to sell them, the two of us might not be able to see them here!]

Although it was not good to say this, Kong Ming had to admit that what He Yu said was the truth, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't the people from the Heavenly Official Mansion and the Heavenly Council take care of it?"

The dignified Lord's Mansion has become what it is today, which makes people sigh.

He Yu spreads his hands, [Who knows?]

She stood up and walked to the balcony on the second floor, the location of the balcony is very good, sitting in the north and facing south, the afterglow of the sunset hangs obliquely on the green trees in the distant mountains, hundreds of birds return to the forest, the magnificent sunset is like red silk around the mountains, and the beautiful scenery within reach seems to gradually transform into the prosperous wonders of the city thousands of years ago.

Many years ago, the mountains were stacked here, the streams were staggered, the grass and trees were verdant, and the clouds and mist were shrouded.

Elegant gatherings and drinks, smiling and smiling.

After the friends took advantage of the excitement, the lord of the country returned to the main mansion alone, came to the balcony on the second floor, lay on the rattan chair and read the articles that have been handed down through the ages, and the sun and the moon read for her.

Now it is a person who goes to the empty building, things are not people, and infinite emotion and amazement suddenly appear in my heart, the owner of the lord's mansion is nowhere to be seen, and I don't know the date of return.

Kong Ming raised his head from the sea of books, and saw He Yu wearing plain clothes, with a long wind and jade, a slender waist like a bundle, and an outstanding demeanor.

He Yu turned his head and saw Kong Ming's gaze, smiled slightly, and walked back to the book.

Kong Ming asked her, "He Yu, do you have a specific target for you?"

He Yu was stunned for a moment, and then asked rhetorically: [Are you talking about these books or the purpose of this trip?]

Kong Ming had no specific purpose along the way, just because Mr. let him travel, he didn't know where to go, so he acted with He Yu.

But according to his observation, He Yu doesn't seem to be like this, He Yu should have something specific to look for, but she doesn't know where that thing is, so she will show the same aimless state as him in terms of behavior, in fact, the two are different in nature.

Kong Ming thought for a moment and said, "Both." ”

He Yu smiled, tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying: [Kong Ming, do you remember when I asked you to find historical materials in the library building?]

Kong Ming nodded, "Yes." ”

In those years, he was really a frequent visitor to the library building, and he couldn't wait to eat and live in the building, it was precisely because He Yu asked him to look for those materials from a long time ago, and he suddenly realized that there were so many cultural treasures that he had never tasted and read, and Futong had such a splendid history millions of years ago, which benefited him a lot.

He Yu sighed softly, [I want to find evidence of the existence of that history. 】

Kong Ming was a little puzzled, "What is the evidence of the existence of history? Isn't the so-called history the real objective existence that has already happened and has been recorded and passed on to future generations to know? Does this need to be proven?"

He Yu shook his head, [I don't think so, the national border of the floating tong is divided into four squares, southeast and northwest, and the square is connected to each other, and the geographical distribution map in history is not like this, there is a desert lonely smoke, there are water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are vast grasslands, which are all not available in the floating tongs. 】

Kong Ming said: "But that was a civilization recorded millions of years ago, and the geography of mountains and rivers is not static......

He Yu interrupted him and gestured in sign language, "I know it's normal to have changes, but don't you think this change is too big? She scratched her head and organized the language, [This history and Ukiki are like two worlds, whether it is the geography of mountains and rivers or the cultural features, there is no overlap, and there are ......]

He Yu opened the "Zizhi Tongjian", [You have finished reading this book, it is mainly based on time, events for the purpose, from the twenty-third year of King Weilie of Zhou, to the sixth year of Zhou Shizong Xiande's expedition to Huainan five generations later, covering the history of 1,362 dynasties of the 16th dynasty, have you ever seen a few words about cultivation?]

Kong Ming was slightly stunned, carefully recalled the content of "Zizhi Tongjian", and shook his head for a long time before he said, "No." He twisted his eyebrows and thought for a while before he said, "Could it be that there was no cultivation at that time?" Everyone is like us when we were six years old and didn't know how to spell, couldn't use aura, couldn't draw talismans, ......

Kong Ming suddenly thought of something as he spoke, "He Yu, according to what you mean, what we see is not the history of Futong, so what are these books with detailed narratives and meticulous logic? Where did they come from?"

Kong Ming stared at He Yu, "Could it be that these are all made up?" he shook his head, "This is absolutely impossible. He pointed to the "Zizhi Tongjian", "Sima Guang of the Northern Song Dynasty, his book has recorded more than 1,000 years of history, and every stroke can be matched with the people, events, and places of the times he wrote.