Fu Huang: Husband, here is a ginseng

Chapter 357 The world is so big that nothing is impossible

The three of them walked while talking, and soon came to the cliff of Taohualing. There were few falling peach blossoms from the peach trees here. It might be because the peach trees were dense, and the wind blew here slowly, or even could not blow here.

Gao Zhijun used a small hoe to dig up some soil, and gently pinched it. It was dark brown. She smelled it and it was fine.

Since the soil here is fine, why do they only bloom but not bear fruit? And it is impossible for peach trees to bloom all year round? It is really hard to understand.

Is it true that this is where the gods live, as the legend says? Now that they have ascended to heaven, the soil here is stained with spiritual energy, allowing the peach trees to bloom all year round. This is too ridiculous? There is no scientific basis at all.

However, it is still unscientific for my soul to travel here after my death, but it still happened.

Whether Gao Zhijun believes it or not, the soil here is fine, the climate is fine, and even the water that nourishes the peach trees is fine.

"How is it? Did you find something wrong?"

"Yes! Princess, is there something wrong with the soil you mentioned?"

Seeing that Gao Zhijun remained silent, Huo Jinqian and Canglang frowned and anxiously asked her for an answer.

“The soil is fine!”

Gao Zhijun could only tell the truth.

"What? The soil is fine? So the legend is true?"

"Could it be that there really are gods? Could it be that gods really have lived here?"

When Huo Jinqian and Canglang heard that there was no problem with the soil, their happy mood suddenly disappeared.

They all thought that Princess Zhijun could prove that peach blossoms only bloom but do not bear fruit, which was nonsense and spread by the ignorant people.

They don't believe that there really are gods. If there are gods, why don't they lead the people to learn immortal arts and become gods?

Now, if we say that there is no problem with the soil, it means that gods really exist.

"I don't know if there are gods or not, but it's nonsense to say that gods live here. The residence of gods must be surrounded by spiritual energy, but there is none here. Also, if there is spiritual energy, then the soil will be different. The soil here is slightly acidic and suitable for growing peach trees. If there is spiritual energy, it can't be ordinary acidic soil."

Gao Zhijun just talked about a lot of scientific knowledge, but the result made her embarrassed.

The necessary conditions for the growth of all things have not changed, but the peach tree only blooms but does not bear fruit. If there is insufficient sunlight and malnutrition, the peach tree may only bloom but not bear fruit. However, the peach tree can only bloom for two seasons, not four seasons.

"The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. If there are things that cannot be explained, we should just treat them as legends. After all, not everything can be explained clearly."

It cannot be explained by science, so we can only regard it as a legend.

"You're right. The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. Since we can't explain it clearly, let's ignore it. Since it's a legend, let it be a legend. This will also give the people a kind of sustenance. When they encounter difficulties, they can pray to the gods."

Huo Jinqian said, "Since Zhijun can't prove it, let's just assume the legend is true."

"Let's go find Jinxiu and the others."

Gao Zhijun had already gotten the answer and wanted to go find Jinxiu and the others.

"Canglang, what the princess said just now must be kept to oneself and cannot be spoken to others. Did you hear me?"

Huo Jinqian said to Canglang in a warning tone.

It would be enough if it could be proved that the legend is a rumor. Since it cannot be proved, the matter cannot be made known to the people.

The people only believe in gods. If they knew what Zhijun had just said, they would definitely think that Zhijun was slandering the gods. I wonder what would happen to them.

"Duke Weiguo, don't worry, Princess. I won't reveal a word about this matter."

Canglang swore and promised.

"In fact, it doesn't have to be like this. Although the people are ignorant, they are not unreasonable. Just explain it clearly!"

Gao Zhijun felt warm at heart when she saw Huo Jinqian being so serious. He was afraid that the people would embarrass him, so he was protecting himself.

"No, you said that the people are ignorant. They regard the gods as saviors, so how can they allow others to slander them? We should be cautious about this matter."

Huo Jinqian is very persistent in his opinion and is determined to stop anything that might harm Zhijun.

"Princess, the Duke of Wei is right. We must not let the people hear these words. I swear to heaven that I will not leak a single word."

Canglang also felt that the people should not be allowed to hear what the princess said, as these words had no basis and they would not believe them. They would only think that the princess was trying to attract attention and slandering the gods.

"It's up to you! Let's go find our second brother and Jinxiu."

Knowing that they were doing this for her own good, Gao Zhijun didn't act pretentiously. She accepted their kindness and let them do whatever they wanted.

So the three of them walked out of the depths of the woods to look for Huo Jinxiu and the others.

Huo Jinxiu and Murong Shuo took Gao Yuxuan, Qinglong, Hongyue and Mo Xue to watch the poetry competition.

Before one reaches the pavilion, one hears poetry being recited inside: "The mountains are far away at dusk, the white house is poor in the cold. I hear a dog barking at the wooden door, and a man returns home in the windy and snowy night."

"Good poem, good poem, Brother Li is truly a talented man!"

"Brother Yang, you are too kind! Brother Yang is truly talented, I can't compare to him!"

The man called Brother Li said modestly.

"Brother Zhang, how about you sing a song?"

Brother Yang asked another gentle and refined young man standing next to him.

"Excuse me!" The man called Brother Zhang bowed, looked up and saw an oriole flying over his head. He was inspired to compose: "Two orioles sing in the green willows, a line of egrets fly in the blue sky, the window contains the eternal snow on the Western Hills, and the door is moored with ships from Wu that have traveled thousands of miles."