As a descendant of Nuwa, what’s wrong with having a little skill?

Zhu Wei carried the bronze cauldron up the mountain as easily as he was carrying a toy. Professor Mo and the others were still busy, so Zhu Wei directly placed the bronze cauldron at the front of the altar.

Then duck into the waterfall.

The corner of Wu Jingnian's mouth twitched. No one else noticed Zhu Wei, but he kept his attention on the entrance. When he saw Zhu Wei coming in carrying a bronze tripod, he was still muttering that the gods also started to pay attention to appearance.

It’s just that this cauldron is a bit small. The cauldrons used for incense burning in other temples are all very big, but when you think about the sky is so narrow, it’s normal that you can’t get the big one in.

But this is too light. Let a child pick it up. What material is it made of?

Wu Jingnian didn't stop. He was very close to the altar. He walked up to it, wanting to pick it up easily.

"Huh?" Wu Jingnian's face turned red. He couldn't do it with one hand, so he had to use both hands. Wu Jingnian used his strength, but he often traveled across mountains and rivers, otherwise the scholar would have to write the word "useless" in capital letters on his face.

It took both hands to lift the bronze tripod. Within ten seconds, Wu Jingnian put it down. It was too heavy, at least [-] kilograms. How did the child lift it up? One-handed? It's incredible.

"Jingnian, what are you doing?" Professor Mo noticed that Wu Jingnian was competing with a tripod like a child, and called him back.

"Professor, I discovered something weird about this village again." But I didn't know whether I should say it.

Professor Mo sighed secretly. This child was good at everything, but he was too curious. How could he not know the weirdness of this village? I wouldn't ask him in private or turn a blind eye, but have to say it in front of so many people.

"What's weird?" Zhang Gaoyi, one of the photojournalists, couldn't help but ask. Who is more curious than the reporter?

Professor Mo shook his head. The two reporters had been taking rare pictures of the green peacock and had never left the mountain. Now that they had enough material, they had time to take a breath and start gossiping.

Wu Jingnian huffed, and when he saw Professor Mo's expressionless face, he knew that he was talking too fast, but even if he didn't tell Reporter Zhang, he was curious and stared at him with the look of "I won't give up until you tell me."

Wu Jingnian thought about it and said, "The water is very delicious, the food is very delicious, and the people are very strong."

Zhang Gaoyi couldn't help but smile when he heard that Wu Jingnian meant this.

"You're talking about this. I climbed upstream to see the waterfall. There are several natural springs on the mountain. The water flow is quite large. When it gathers, it becomes a waterfall. The water flows down to form a stream. You should see this at the entrance. The creek surrounds the entire Jingu Village."

"This mountain spring water is a sweet spring. It is sweet and refreshing in the mouth. It makes people feel comfortable after drinking it. If you water the crops, the food will grow well and it will naturally taste delicious."

"As for Dr. Wu, you said you are strong. People in the mountains often do farm work, climb hills and mountains, and exercise every day. The air is fresh and the food is nutritious. But don't they have great strength? Believe it or not, we will live here for a while. Your health will be much better."

Zhang Gaoyi didn't take Wu Jingnian's words seriously, and thought Wu Jingnian was making a fuss. He was too busy reading, so he continued to watch the Green Peacock video. These little guys camped directly at the Mountain God Pond yesterday. Where is their bird's nest? Why don't you go home?

Wu Jingnian said to himself, the strength I am talking about is carrying the cauldron with one hand, and the strength you are talking about are two different things, and there is also the waterfall.

He just saw a few people entering easily, and he was also curious. What was inside? Is it possible that the green peacock made a nest inside, but when he got close to the waterfall, his face hurt from the dripping water. The four people went in and came out as if nothing was wrong.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to lift the curtain of the waterfall like Feng Liqi, but the waterfall slapped his hand and he couldn't lift it up at all. It was still painful. Let alone lifting the curtain, the waterfall was so dense that there was no gap at all.

It was impossible for ordinary people to pass through with their bodies. Wu Jingnian came to the conclusion that the people in Jingu Village were so casual that he felt scared. Then he thought about Feng Liqi's identity in the village.

Wu Jingnian couldn't help but clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to the mountain god statue across the cauldron, thinking something in his heart, "Mountain Goddess is here, we have no intention of disturbing you. I'm sorry. If I've offended you, please don't follow me." We’re surprised!”

After Wu Jingnian said this, he felt that the smile of the mountain goddess in the middle of the pool became more and more loving.

Wu Jingnian shook his head and got off the altar, still muttering, "Science, freedom, democracy, equality..."

Feng Liqi and Zhu Wei were both speechless while holding a cup of milk tea, "What an idiot!"

"He believed it but didn't believe it. He was tearing apart the truth and patching it up at the same time." Zhu Wei shook his head. No wonder his mother favored humans so much in the past. As toys, humans are really interesting.

"Who cares? The one in the pool still hasn't woken up?"

"It was time to wake up, so I added a section of lotus root to it. He has too many hidden wounds on his body, and they have come here. If he doesn't fix it, it will be a disgrace to my Nuwa clan."

"He didn't contribute much faith!"

"Is it important? He just needs to be grateful to me. For a person with merit like him, one is worth a hundred. Besides, he has a huge group behind him."

"Then will you still pinch his bones?"

Feng Liqi flexed his fingers and said, "This is necessary. If I don't pinch, wouldn't it look like it was easy to cure him? I just have to make him feel heartbroken and cure him completely, so that my ability can be demonstrated."

Zhu Wei shook his head, that's why he hated the Nuwa clan. Both of them were evil-hearted and would go around in countless circles just to maximize their profits.

Zhu Wei didn't want to see Feng Liqi's devious face full of calculations, so he turned to look at the wall, getting even angrier.

There are scrolls on the entire wall, from bamboo slips and rice paper at the earliest to gold silk damask fabrics in black, red, gold, five colors, and seven colors.

These scrolls all have a special feature. There are flying five-clawed dragons at both ends, symbolizing the extraordinary origin of these scrolls.

Bah, Zhu Wei wanted to tear all these things to pieces. Ever since Feng Liqi found out that there was a dragon on the imperial edict, he couldn't collect the imperial edict just to see himself vomiting blood in anger.

Does the dragon look like this? Are dragons so ugly? Dragons are very powerful and domineering. Look what they have carved on them. Who wants to see ugly portraits every day?

"Okay, okay, don't be angry!" Feng Liqi hugged Zhu Wei into his arms like a doll.

Zhu Wei: What's a big loss is that he was suppressed and couldn't resist Feng Liqi at all. Moreover, the spiritual power in his body was passed down from Feng Liqi, so he would subconsciously not resist Feng Liqi.

Feng Liqi seemed not to feel Zhu Wei's resistance at all, and ruffled his hair, "Being hornless feels so good. You see, there are no imperial edicts anymore. I have collected them for thousands of years and I have no chance to collect them anymore. I will never collect them again." I’m not angry with you anymore. I sold everything, okay? Don’t be angry, ah! Be good.”

"If you don't get angry with me, you should destroy it all. Which museum is exhibiting the so-called incomplete sale and insurance? Let me ask you, would you be happy to see the statue of Nuwa in Taolinsai?" (Statue of Nuwa in Tongguan)

Feng Liqi's face turned green, then turned black. Which pot was he not to mention? Feng Liqi suddenly didn't want to sell it. Damn it, he should donate it to the National Museum unconditionally, with the condition that it be displayed to the public for free for three years.

Come on, hurt each other!