The three of them walked and talked, and soon they came to the cliff edge of Taohualing. There were fewer falling peach blossoms from the peach trees here. Perhaps because the peach trees were dense, the strong wind blew slowly here, and even couldn't 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.
If the soil here is fine, why are there only flowers and no fruit? And why can't peach trees bloom all year round? It's really hard to understand.
Could it be true, as the legend goes, that this is the place where the gods reside? Now that they've ascended to immortality, the soil here has been imbued with spiritual energy, causing the peach trees to bloom year-round? This is ridiculous! There's no scientific basis for it.
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 have really lived here?"
When Huo Jinqian and Canglang heard that there was no problem with the soil, their happy mood instantly disappeared.
They all thought that Princess Zhijun could prove that peach blossoms only bloom but do not bear fruit, but this was nonsense, 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 ascend to heaven?
Now, if we say that there is no problem with the soil, it means that gods really exist and there really are gods.
"I don't know if there are immortals, but the idea that they live here is completely absurd. Immortals' abodes are bound to be surrounded by spiritual energy, and there's none here. Furthermore, if there were spiritual energy, the soil would be different. The soil here is slightly acidic, making it suitable for growing peach trees. If there were spiritual energy, it wouldn't be just ordinary acidic soil."
Gao Zhijun just talked about a lot of scientific knowledge, but the result made her feel embarrassed.
The necessary conditions for all things to grow haven't changed, yet the peach tree blooms but never bears fruit. If there's insufficient sunlight or malnutrition, the peach tree might just bloom but never bear fruit. However, peach trees can only bloom twice a year, not four times a year.
"The world is so vast, and there are all kinds of strange things. If there are things that can't be explained, let's 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 vast that nothing is impossible. Since we can't explain it clearly, let's just ignore it. Since it's just a legend, let it be a legend. This will also give the people a sense of sustenance. When they encounter difficulties, they can pray to the gods for help."
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 just said is something you should keep to yourself and not tell anyone else. Do you hear me?"
Huo Jinqian said to Canglang in a warning tone.
If it can be proven that the legend is a rumor, that will be enough. Since it cannot be proven, the people should not be made aware of this matter.
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 single word about this matter."
Canglang swore and promised.
"That's not necessary. Even though the people are ignorant, they're not unreasonable. All we need is a clear explanation!"
Gao Zhijun felt warm in her heart when she saw Huo Jinqian so serious. He was afraid that the people would embarrass him, so he was protecting himself.
"No, you said the people are ignorant. They regard the gods as their saviors. How could they allow others to slander them? We should be cautious about this matter."
Huo Jinqian is very stubborn 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. These words had no basis and they would not believe them. They would only think that the princess was grandstanding and slandering the gods.
"Whatever you want! Let's go find 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 and went 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 even reaches the pavilion, one hears poetry being recited from within: "The mountains are distant at dusk, the white house seems poor in the cold. I hear a dog barking at the wooden door, and a man returns home in the wind and snow."
"Great poem, great poem, Brother Li is truly a talented man!"
"Brother Yang, you're 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 next to him.
"Excuse me!" The man called Brother Zhang bowed, looked up, and saw an oriole flying overhead. He was inspired to compose: "Two orioles sing in the green willows, a line of egrets soars in the blue sky, the window contains the eternal snow of the Western Hills, and the door is moored with ships from the Eastern Wu."
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