In the unfathomable Ancient Graveyard, flickering candlelight illuminated magnificent and grand murals, allowing everyone to finally see the scenes filled with countless incredible images.
Rare mythical birds with three legs spiraled in the sky, indescribable ship-like giant fish rose from the sea, and the vast land was lush with bountiful fruit and never-before-seen beautiful flowers, sprawling like silk to the horizon.
Truly, the sky is the cover, the earth is the bed, a divine feast flourishes!
And amid this heaven and earth, everywhere, a tall and mighty man embraced a petite and delicate woman with a dragon’s tail, engaging in actions of union and harmony.
Even the most daring male students were left gaping in astonishnt.
The female students blushed and were too embarrassed to observe closely.
It was too shocking.
This was the primal and most original form of humanity that no textbook would talk about.
Only Professor Feng Tang was excitedly spitting as he spoke—
"Art, this is all art!"
"Look at how vividly these ancient gods are painted, as if they could step out of the mural. Without this tomb of Nuwa, who could have imagined that Nuwa is a dragon and not a snake, much less a frog? And who would know that Gong Gong and Zhu Rong looked like this? Who could draw the fat legs of a Three-legged Golden Crow?"
"Rituals, these are all rituals!"
"Don’t think of it as inappropriate; this man and woman are our Ancestors, Emperor Fu Xi and Nuwa, and what they are doing is the grand ceremony of birth and proliferation!"
"The greatest value of this tomb of Nuwa is in verifying the beautiful legend of the brother and sister union of Fu Xi and Nuwa in our ancient myths, verifying..."
Professor Feng Tang continued his lengthy discourse on his archaeological findings.
At the tail end of the group, Bao Gucheng unabashedly kissed the small woman in his arms again and again.
That posture, that entanglent, that fierce and powerful wildness surpassed even that depicted in the murals.
While Zuzi’s delicate, graceful, and languid deanor resembled the clear and charming woman in the murals by nine-tenths.
If at this mont Zuzi had a dragon’s tail, their silhouettes cast on the stone wall would make it hard to distinguish between the mural and reality!
Zuzi couldn’t help but murmur: "Hmm... Ancestor never imagined... to be in this palace, with soone like this..."
Intimate.
Bao Gucheng chuckled softly, gently releasing her lips, whispering by her ear: "So, this is the first ti?"
Zuzi squinted her misty, languid eyes: "Hmm, the first ti."
The man’s pride was instantly fulfilled like never before.
His Adam’s apple moved involuntarily as he held her slender waist, his voice hoarse and sensual: "In the future, there will be more first tis."
"I want every one of your first tis!"
Zuzi was kissed dizzy, finally catching her breath, just as she heard Professor Feng Tang eloquently speaking.
She couldn’t help but furrow her brows slightly, pouting her slightly discontented red lips:
"The union of Fu Xi and Nuwa’s siblings is not a beautiful legend at all, it’s an absurd notion, don’t pass on such errors and mislead the youngsters!"
"Also, in the mural, they aren’t performing so great ceremony of birth and growth! They are fighting! Fighting, understand? Never seen gods fighting?"
Feng Tang was taken aback, craning his neck to look at the back of the group: "Who? Who’s questioning my academic research! I’ve been studying Nuwa’s history for forty years, no one understands Nuwa better than I do..."
Zuzi lightly pouted her small mouth: "Ancestor knows better than you."
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