The words "Our ancestors know better than you" immediately choked on the great professor Feng Tang.

When he saw it clearly, the one who spoke was actually at the end of the team. The beautiful and innocent female student just now became even more furious.

He put his old waist on his back and was dissatisfied: "The historical legend of Fuxi and Nuwa has been passed down for thousands of years. It cannot be made out of nothing, right? If it is spread by rumors, why hasn't anyone corrected it?"

Xi Zuer supported her chin and thought: "Well. If ten thousand years later, someone said you were deaf and blind or a dead cripple who was incomplete, could you jump out of the grave to correct it?"

God's fucking metaphor!

Feng Tang was blowing his beard, and it was difficult for a moment to refute.

"But, but Fuxi and Nuwa, from the love between brother and sister to the love between husband and wife, recorded in this way the historical books of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors!"

"You and your wife's house are in a disharmonious situation. What should you do when you turn off the lights at night? Is the records of your neighbor next door reliable?"

Damn this analogy is even more amazing.

Feng Tang's beard is almost blown to bald!

He bulged his mouth and pointed at the mural: "The precious records left ten thousand years ago cannot be forged by neighbors or descendants! I have studied them with geologists. This mural has been at least ten thousand years or even longer!"

Xi Zu's eyes were slightly slight, and there was a hint of contempt in his laziness: "The mural is real. Your understanding is stupid. Everyone said that this is a fight between gods, not a mating. Didn't you see Nuwa scratching his face?"

Feng Tang: "..." Didn't see it!

Everyone: "..." Which one? Which one is Nuwa stretching her claws to scratch Fuxi, Nuwa is so cute?

Finally, everyone discovered the "fight" scene that Xi Zuer said on the magnificent mural, suspected to be Nuwa scratching Fuxi.

Not to mention, looking at this angle, it seems... it's really a fight instead of xx.

"Wow, Joo is really educated!"

Everyone seems to be inclined to Xi Zuer’s point of view—

"Wait!... In the empire's sayings, fighting gods means husband and wife xx." Feng Tang's dead duck muttered stubbornly.

"Besides, if Nuwa doesn't want to be married to Fuxi, why do you need to carve so many paintings in his tomb? This is clearly a day and night longing, and even bringing love to the grave to sleep forever!"

Feng Tang has been studying Fuxi and Nuwa for forty years, but he is still a bit emotional.

The students suddenly felt that, oh, what Professor Feng said seemed to make sense too!

Xi Zuer narrowed her eyes.

This little old man is stubborn and is quite unwilling to admit defeat.

She looked at the entire tomb indifferently, and the murals indeed laid out all the walls, which can be said to be within reach.

My brother’s hobbies are really different.

When she came to visit, he didn't dare to hang such paintings in front of her.

A hint of dissatisfaction flashed through her eyes, and her red lips curled up: "This is not the tomb of Nuwa at all. The mural was not carved by Nuwa!"

When the sound came to an end, everyone was shocked!

Feng Tang stuttered: "No, it's not Nuwa's tomb? Then, where is that place?!"

Xi Zuer spit out a few words on her lips: "Fuxi's Palace."

Damn it.

This view simply overturns all the conclusions of archaeological experts.

The students were all a little stunned: Zuer, do you know how shocking your words were?

Feng Tang had the only small beard left and was almost whispered: "Student, you have a problem with your historical view. If you take the college entrance examination like this, you may get zero points. I must give you some personal lessons. Come here, I will talk to you..."

The stubborn old scholar was about to pull Xi Zuer to explain clearly.

Who knows.

A gloomy male voice came over: "Slow down!"

Feng Tang looked up in shock and met Bo Gucheng's solemn eyes, and was shocked: "Security guard..."

Bo Gucheng was not angry about this title, but instead stared at Feng Tang who was about to pull Xi Zuer's hand: "Take your pig hand away."

"I, I'm just giving questions to students..."

"You're in the way of her safety!"

Bo Gucheng snorted coldly, pulled Xi Zuer's hand and walked to the next explanation point.
Chapter completed!