I don't know if the flame bird mentioned on this epitaph is a phoenix, but we all think that it is very likely to be the same creature, after all, there is a relief carved with a phoenix carved in the Suzaku room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past, many things did not have a unified name, and it was very subjective to make symbolic names based on the senses of the person who wrote about them.

The appearance of the phoenix may have been deliberately done by someone, or natural factors, in short, these nine phoenixes brought a certain degree of persecution to the people at that time, so the hunter named Yi jumped out and extinguished the flame birds of prey for the people. So that after his death, he could be respected by later generations for such outstanding military exploits. His body was buried in this alpine wonderland, and the most glorious achievements of his life were preserved in the form of dried specimens to rest with him.

The above is Feng Xin's life of Hou Yi from the epitaph of three lines and twenty-four words. There is not much ink on the others, and the content does not mention Chang'e, nor does it mention any elixir of immortality.

"So in fact, there is no such person as Chang'e, and she did not fly to the moon." After listening to Feng Xin's narration, I asked and answered to myself in amazement.

"It's hard to say." Feng Xin replied to me suddenly, in a very conservative tone, "Sometimes there are many reasons why the epitaph is not recorded, and if it is not written, it does not mean that it does not exist."

"Well, yes." I scratched my neck.

Qian Yu punched me with a joking mallet next to him and said, "It doesn't matter if he has it or not, at least it's certain that she didn't fly to the moon, Armstrong has proven this for you, Xiao Ran, what are you stupid about?"

"Is there still a Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"You're crazy, of course. You can't say anything about the Mid-Autumn Festival? There is food to eat, and there is a holiday." Humble and white glance at me.

After a moment, Feng Xin raised his eyebrows and looked at me, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "You don't need to believe too much what you hear and see. The so-called past is the easiest lie to tamper with."

"Hmm......" I don't know why he said this suddenly, so I can only nod silently.

I'm twenty-eight years old, not old in terms of numbers, but I'm not young either, and some of my classmates are fathers of several children. Feng Xin's visual age looks not much different from mine, but sometimes what he says seems to be wrapped up in layers before he speaks, and there are words in his words.

I can understand, but I don't.

Even so, I can more or less understand Feng Xin's reluctance to look back on the past, and everyone has something in their hearts that is difficult to let go. Maybe I haven't dug into the deepest part of the impact, his family is a student of history, and it's not an exaggeration to know more shocking truths that few people know.

There are many things that I think are like this, but then I find that 80% of them are fabricated or misunderstood, and in addition to the excitement of knowing the truth, there is also a little bit of indescribable emotion.

In any case, there are at least two things that are certain after witnessing this Xuanwu corpse, one is that this high barren mountain is indeed a tomb. The second is that no matter whether it is life or death, this phoenix must exist.

At this time, the sub-car turned down the bottom of the spring, followed the holes that were artificially dug in the spring wall, and observed them one by one in a circle of 360 degrees.

He called out to me, looked at me and said, "I look and think you're right."

"What? What do you mean?" I shouted back to him below, full of doubts, and I couldn't remember what I had just said.

Ziche frowned, climbed up quickly, and looked around at the hole at the bottom of the spring, "You just said the watchdog."

"Huh, watchdog?" Chang Qianyu's eyes flickered and looked at me strangely.

"Hahahaha." I laughed dryly.

It took me a little embarrassed to figure out what he meant. Fang didn't know the true face of Xuanwu Rushan, so he said casually according to his feelings, and now he was a little embarrassed to compare this divine beast with a watchdog, "I had such a conjecture when you didn't appear just now, I always felt that those snake bodies were meant to protect something, or they couldn't do without water, but now it seems that they really can't do without water."

"I think it's all possible." Ziche's eyes drifted back to the Xuanwu shell, and then said: "This Xuanwu must have been alive when it was put in, turtles are very long-lived, not to mention the divine beast like Xuanwu, how long it can live is naturally unpredictable, but just looking at how long this tail can last until now, you can judge that the lifespan is not short. I think the reason why it's a living creature is really arranged to be used to watch the door."

At this time, Feng Xin suddenly interjected, "I know what you mean, you mean that this Xuanwu Shou is most likely the entrance to the Houyi Mausoleum."

Ziche nodded in agreement, and then shook his head, "I think one of these holes should lead to the real Jiuyang Temple."

"That is, Hou Yi's final burial place." Feng Xin continued.

Qian Yu listened to it and made a nasal humming sound.

Although I haven't known each other for a long time, I believe in Feng Xin and Ziche very much, but I will believe whatever they say as long as it is reasonable. First, there is nothing good about me to make people want something, and secondly, they spontaneously have a sense of realism that they are trusted, and they always feel at ease and calm when they get along together.

Later generations compared the fire phoenix to the bright red sun, and the nine yangs mentioned in the book of crane and deer originally referred to the nine phoenixes.

When I read the book of Helu, I was full of strong suspicion about the person of Helu, and pushed back step by step with those single and simple lines, I thought that this Mr. Crane should be a human who lived in the Nuwa era and the founding period of the Yellow Emperor (I intuitively felt that he was a man. Maybe he was the earliest official, but he must have a physique that transcends time and space.

Mr. Tsuru recorded everything he knew, and his descendants took over his position and copied these accounts, but the events were distorted as they went from one thing to another.

But no matter what, that's how the book stayed. I just think it's incredible, this crane deer book looks like a question for the school entrance examination.

The text releases a message of answers, but it is not blatantly direct. I don't understand if this was the style of writing at the time, or if these things were secrets that couldn't be told to the world, but he felt that it was a pity to be lost?

I really don't understand...... But these truths are only suitable for the past, I think.

"Then how do you decide which one we should go next with these eleven holes?" Qian Yu counted carefully and asked.

These holes may all lead to different places, but those spaces are also connected.

We didn't have the leisure to dig the eleven holes one by one and go through them, and only then did the ghost know that there was a lot of mud, and Yi Fengxin's idea was to take the most certain one; When Ken was attacked, he accidentally hit the drain mechanism that was activated.

The drainage hole is directly to the right of the basalt shell, and a few tons of water will not go without a place, and it will be drained at once, and the wind will blow up slowly at the mouth of the hole, indicating that the passage is unblocked and has a certain space.

Qian Yan looked at it, and didn't know what to discuss with Feng Xin, only to see the two of them talking to each other for a while, and then Feng Xin gestured to us, indicating that he was resting here.

The black oil in the cracks of the fire channel is strong, although there are a few extinguished, but the flame that is still burning is still burning the spirit, and the rock wall is burned warmly.

I touched my cheeks, and a little bit of stubble grew on my chin, and I must have imagined that my face was quite embarrassed. After we hung up the clothes, the mud was baked by the fire and the smell of dampness wafted away, and I saw Ziche pinch his nose, and then I looked at his ribs, which was a little bulging in his natural purple.

I didn't ask any questions, and suddenly remembered that I had also fallen from mid-air, and the pain in my body only appeared one by one after my mind was relaxed, and it was so painful for a while.

After eating some hot food and some biscuits, Feng Xin threw some chocolates to everyone. The fragrant smell of lime smelled all my sleepiness, and when I checked the time on my phone, it showed that it had been more than a whole day and a night since we set off, and after another setback, my body was already exhausted and exhausted, and I finally couldn't resist the time when I was tired and unconscious, and I fell asleep by the wall.