Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Zhou Xiru did not dare to mention the word "Ruomu", although she still doubts that Xu Zhixuan is Ruomu.

However, this idea should be swallowed silently, otherwise, if it doesn't work out, God knows if the person who said "The Lun family is still a child" will impose economic sanctions on her?

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Xiru suddenly remembered that the last time Old Man Wang and Tu Xingsun Dougu, Xu Zhixuan charged her 80 yuan, but he didn't give her this money?

If you really say no, you won’t give it?

"No wonder this guy is so unpopular in the Xu family!" Zhou Xiru thought in his heart.

"This—" Xu Zhijie looked at the mural, clapped his palms and said with a smile, "Ah Ru, let me just say, this is a war criminal, not a slave!"

"Look, this man...was so miserable, he was burned to death."

Zhou Xiru nodded. The man on the mural was tied to a torture rack. The rack pattern behind him also looked like the sun, with the luster of flames flashing on it. It was obvious that this mural recorded a fire torture.

However, this mural is different from the ordinary fire torture pattern. Zhou Xiru looked at it carefully, and always felt that something was missing.

"Xu Zhige?" Zhou Xiru pointed to the mural and said, "Look, this large circle should symbolize the sun, right? It has brilliance and flame patterns on it?"

"En." Xu Zhijie nodded, which was already very obvious.

"However, why is there no wood for the execution of the fire?" Zhou Xiru pointed to the bottom of the rack.

"In ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, most of the executions of fire are made of wood..."

Xu Zhijie's brain circuit is always different in this kind of thing. He thought for a while and said: "Wood is more expensive? Now wood is old and noble..."

At the end, he added: "Gasoline is easy to use and environmentally friendly?"

Zhou Xiru shook his head, it is better not to discuss serious matters with him.

"Do you think this bird looks like a crow?" Zhou Xiru pointed at the bird on the torture rack.

"It's a bit similar, but... I see that this bird is similar to a magpie. Or, when I go back to study, the difference between a crow and a magpie... Is the magpie a protected animal?" Xu Zhijie asked.

"I don't know!" Zhou Xiru said loudly, "What's your brain circuit?"

"These are all birds. How do I know if it's a magpie or a crow? I just don't understand why you can tell it's a crow just by looking at it. Your family raised it?" Xu Zhijie said, "Why not a starling?" ?thrush?"

Zhou Xi rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat him up.

However, at this moment, she suddenly froze.

He was right, why did she take a look and think that the bird with flame patterns on the rack was a crow?

This is purely a preconceived notion. In ancient times, the golden crow symbolized the sun, so when she saw a bird with flame patterns, she instinctively thought that it was the golden crow.

But when did this legend start?

There are so many birds in the sky, and thrushes, magpies and cuckoos are so cute, why is the golden crow a symbol of the sun?

Zhou Xiru patted his head and said, "Could it be that these crows were the ones who carried out the execution?"

"Or, when the Western Zhou Dynasty arrived, it wasn't a crow, but a black bird?"

Xu Zhige shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

Holding a flashlight, Zhou Xiru walked forward all the way. On the corridors on both sides, there were some murals, recording wars, life, etc...

Suddenly, Zhou Xiru saw a familiar scene.

It was a sailing ship slowly sinking into the bottom of the sea, like the sacrificial ship they were in now, but judging from the appearance of the ship on the mural, it was not the sacrificial ship they were in now, but a A larger ship.

"Ah Ru, what's wrong?" Xu Zhiqi asked.

"No!" Zhou Xiru shook his head, took a flashlight, turned around and found the mural of the execution of the fire, looked at it carefully, suspicious in his heart, could it be that... this is not a sacrifice to the sun god at all?

"Using the Golden Crow to burn a war criminal at the stake?" Zhou Xiru gestured and said, "Xu Zhiyu, do you know how important fire was to human beings during the Yin, Shang and Zhou dynasties?"

"Huh?" Xu Zhixuan nodded, "If there is no fire, human beings can't eat cooked food?"

"Also—fire symbolizes light, the only source of light that illuminates the night."

"In those days, human beings worked from sunrise to sunset..." Zhou Xiru continued, "Edison invented the electric light, and only then did nightlife and night culture gradually appear."

"In ancient times, it was an impossible task to make the night as bright as the day. Therefore, it is reasonable for humans to worship the sun god."

Xu Zhixuan nodded and said, "That's right, that's why there was a sacrificial ship. A certain king of the Western Zhou Dynasty came all the way to the East China Sea to worship the sun god. It rises, that's normal."

"This is not normal!" Zhou Xiru shook his head and said, "First of all, the bird figurines we saw under the altar were all brutally beheaded."

"Secondly, look at this ship. This is not the sacrificial god ship we are in now. If it were, it would not be drawn here..."

"This place records an existence that is older than the worship of the god boat in the Western Zhou Dynasty. It may have been during the Yin and Shang Dynasties, or the Great Xia Dynasty. Someone once offered sacrifices." Zhou Xiru said, "Ji Zhao just followed suit."

"Those feather children were cultivated, and in the end, they were beheaded under the altar..." Zhou Xiru shook his head and said, "I always feel that this is not a sacrifice to the Sun God, but a punishment, or even a declaration of war!"

Xu Zhixuan followed this line of thinking and said, "Ah Ru, what do you mean, the sacrifice to the Goddess symbolizes the Sun Goddess, and they were exiled here?"

The princesses in the attic were all chained tightly in coffins after death.She didn't understand, what kind of hatred is this to be able to do such a thing?

Oh, as Lu Yiwen said, even if her mother died, he would crush her to ashes?

"The cocoon we are talking about should be a kind of medicine. When she is alive, she is covered all over her body, slowly forming a cocoon, and then wrapped in a shroud and gold silk gem armor, put into the coffin, transported Come here and sink into the sea." Zhou Xiru said.

"As for the buried princess, it was even worse. She should have been locked in the coffin while she was still alive. They were afraid that she would struggle recklessly, so they locked her firmly in the coffin with chains."

Xu Zhijie thought for a while and said, "Ah Ru, this is a sacrifice. I don't know the origin of the goddess. She may be a great alchemist in ancient times, held a priesthood, or has some supernatural powers."

"The sacrifice of two princes and daughters together means that a certain king of the Western Zhou Dynasty wanted to cling to the sun god, so he sacrificed his own prince and daughter to the sun god as a concubine?"

"The ancient sacrifices were like this, just like some small countries in the later generations, when they were defeated, they gave their princesses to the generals or kings of the empire as concubines." Xu Zhiyu said.

"They sacrificed the goddess to the sun god. Look, there is an alchemy furnace in the palace of the goddess. It can be seen that the goddess is proficient in alchemy, not an ordinary person."

Zhou Xiru was about to speak, but at this moment, she suddenly became vigilant, and immediately hugged Xu Zhipeng, turned off the flashlight, and in the distance, someone came along the corridor with a dim lamp.

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