Director Shi said: "Just like the lake water in front of you, yesterday and today, the mirror is full of flowers and water."

Yunmeng Zenan is bounded by the Yangtze River.

In the pre-Qin period, the circumference of this lake group was about 450 kilometers. Later, due to the continuous sedimentation of the mud and sand brought by the Yangtze River and the Han River, the Han River Delta continued to stretch, and the Yunmengze range gradually decreased. During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, it shrunk by half, and disintegrated into a small lake group scattered in the Tang and Song dynasties.

Since then, some small lakes have gradually silted, while others have expanded. Honghu is a large lake that expanded rapidly after the middle of the Qing Dynasty. Today, the ancient lake group of Yunmengze has faded into some separate lakes.

Above the blue waves of the lake, there is a black tent and a light boat in the distance, and the Yunmeng Lake was not seen.

Andaoyuan knew what Director Shi'an was talking about, which was a poem written by Ma Yifu and Shanting, a former Confucian master, in "Kuangyitingkouzhan":

When you flow, you know where the world is there, and the country still has this pavilion.

All the people who came to the scene were unscathed, and there were no secret scriptures when they were mourning and chaotic.

I have already realized that the world is great, but I still feel sorry for the green grass and trees.

Bird seals are sent in the sky, leaving illusions and human spirits.

He also understood: "Jaspers wrote in "The History of Man" that history has turned history into our own, and we then enter eternity from history."

"You are creating history and the future, which may be what the old man Ruomu is willing to see."

Old man Shi An looked at the lake thoughtfully, and then he thought: "You happened to be here, and it is not appropriate to see the lake here. Take you to the museum to take a look."

He walked to the front entrance of the museum.

Shake gently.

There was also a sound of snoring from the back door, and it sounded like someone was sleeping soundly.

The old director smiled and shook his head: "This guy is asleep again."

Because the museum has multiple magic arrays, Andaoyuan could not sense what was there, but at this moment, he was just standing under the cultural relics stacked with gray and black stones.

The heaviness of history seems to flow slowly along with the distant history of Jiangnan.

The door was opened by the old director Shi Allen.

A large grayish-white figure rolled out.

Then lie on the ground.

Keep sleeping.

The old director photographed it: "Dazhu, stop sleeping, the guest is here."

The round figure stretched and stood up with a big belly.

It is a panda.

In older times, it was called bamboo bear or iron-eating beast, but now, who can live a peaceful life?

"oh."

It stood up and greeted him honestly, and hummed and punched a set of punches: "I am Pangda, a martial arts master, Dazhu is my nickname, you don't have to care."

"Dazhu is a panda I picked up two hundred years ago. She gradually grew so fat. Now she occasionally helps to protect the woods in the back mountain, which is not in vain."

The old director's words were too light and light. Perhaps a hundred years of time should be remembered, and many things, which passed quietly and could not leave too many traces.

The silver-haired girl followed Andoyuan into the museum, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She still liked these historical things very much.

Although she herself couldn't remember whether anything like that was left behind.

certainly.

If left.

It is more likely to be some relics of gods than these old things that carry memories.

The brightness of the lights in the museum is incomparable to the outdoors. Most of the time, the lights are soft and bright yellow, and they are pressed on the cultural relics in the glass cover on the yellow velvet blanket.

Pangda said that he couldn't sleep enough in a day and was very unhappy. He dragged his heavy body and yawned while introducing the cultural relics here.

It pointed to the piano in front and said:

"The Yaoqin in the Spring and Autumn Period, this zither is called Yaoqin. It was made by Fuxi. It was made from the middle section of the good material of the tree. The tree must be three feet high and three feet high, and it is divided into three sections. The sound of the upper section is too clear and the sound of the lower section is too turbid. Only the middle section is where the clear and turbid are combined, and the light and heavy are combined.

Then, the wood was spread in the water for 72 days, and the good time was selected to make a musical instrument. At first, the zither had five strings, with gold, wood, water, fire, earth outside, and palace, Shang, jiao, Zheng, and feather inside. Later, King Wen of Zhou added a string, which was called Wenxian, and King Wu of Zhou added another string, which was called Wuxian. After that, the zither was also called Wenxian."

The cute panda said this.

Xue suddenly felt that the surrounding scenery had changed. She grabbed Andaoyuan's corner of her clothes, and the kitten asked nervously: "The space of time is being reversed. Do I need me to freeze it?"

"It's okay, Director Shi, is probably one of the three justices who have stored the court."

Andaoyuan comforted her with a smile.

History, civilization.

This is the authority of the two great rulers who have stored the court, and it is also the torch that every civilization in the universe will exist. Now, Director Shi'an is not stingy to show him one of the corners.

A hundred years of worldly affairs dreams, and a game of chess in the world of thousands of miles. Yu respects Jiuzhou Tang to defeat Xia, Qin swallows six kingdoms and Han ascends the throne.

On the immortal chess game.

Perhaps a bad game will not only see the scenery of the mountains that have not changed for a hundred years.

It is more likely to be a change in mountains and rivers.

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But in a moment, the place beside them had reached the shade of Mount Tai.

Andaoyuan is also wearing modern long clothes and trousers, and Xue is wearing a white dress. Only Master Pangda is as honest as ever.

It sat on the ground: "I didn't think about coming here. The museum was in seclusion at other times because it needed to constantly look back on history. Now you just happened to meet."

“This trip was too sudden and I didn’t bring any food.”

Xue looked cute with regret. There was only one last bread left in her bag, and the others were fed to the fish at the door. If the kitten had to choose again, she probably wouldn't make that choice.

Giving food to others, I was hungry, not her personality.

"I miss the rice balls made by Shiyin very much. I will bring them out to the pavilion and taste very good. The rice balls should be wrapped with seaweed and meat floss should be added to it."

The white figure with big dark circles scratched his head, but it didn't bring any food. Fortunately, the fat is thicker, so there may be some fresh bamboo nearby.

Besides, time backtracking generally does not last too long. Pandas often experience it, so they naturally get used to it, so they explained honestly:

"Old man Shi will not deliberately harm you, it should only take half a day."

Andaoyuan nodded calmly. He actually said that he was now concerned about these things. "The mountain is not very high here. If you walk around, you will probably see some restaurants."

"I still have money. As a master of Pangda, I have been in the martial arts world for many years, and I naturally have some money from any era."
Chapter completed!