Zhuangzi's allusion to dream of butterflies is very famous. When he woke up, he introduced a profound philosophical question: whether the butterfly dreamed of becoming Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreamed of becoming a butterfly.

Zhen Yue finally saw a historical celebrity for the first time and couldn't help but feel excited. Especially when he heard the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of butterflies with his own ears, he couldn't help but interrupt: "Why does an ordinary dream make you think of such a complex problem?"

Zhuang Zhou said: "This dream is extraordinary. It is me in another world, and my feelings are all immersive."

Liu Yanzhi was not concerned about philosophical issues. He suspected that Zhuang Zhou was related to aliens, but there were no butterflies in the Cretaceous period, and flowering plants were rare. Flowers were unrealized. It seemed that this was just an ordinary dream, and the red moon was just a coincidence.

Zhuang Zhou was very interested in all what Liu Yanzhi said. Although he was an ancient man in the Warring States Period, he was round about the earth, the Big Bang, extraterrestrial civilizations, even molecular atoms and DNA, and he also helped Liu Yanzhi with advice.

"If you can achieve unity between things and me, you can travel through time." Zhuang Zhou said with his beard twisted.

Liu Yanzhi asked, but Zhuang Zhou said he was hungry and had to eat first.

The varnish garden officials live in a simple life. They eat only bean, rice, and green soup. The tableware is also very messy, including gray pottery basins and bronze gui. A bronze wine guai was polished with shiny. It seems that they are often used. Zhuang Zhou opened the pottery jar, poured a jar of wine, and placed it in front of Liu Yan.

Liu Yan thanked him directly, held the wine in both hands and drank it all. Although the taste was not as good as the industrial products of the 21st century, it was already a good wine for Liu Yanzhi, who had lived in the Cretaceous and Neolithic Ages for a long time. He drank one cup after another, and boiled soybeans with only vinegar.

Before he knew it, Liu Yanzhi finished drinking a jar of wine and felt sleepy. The drizzle outside was drizzling, and the air was mixed with the fishy smell of soil. Such a lazy afternoon was wasted without sleep. He yawned and half-lying on the mat and chatted, and then fell asleep.

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A cold wind blew, and Liu Yanzhi woke up from his sleepy eyes, rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that he was not in the thatched hut of the village, but sitting at the entrance of the cave. It was snowy outside and the wind was howling. Looking at himself, he was only wearing an animal skin and holding a sharpened wooden stick in his hand. These thick and short hands were so strange that they clearly did not belong to him.

Liu Yanzhi was panicked. He looked back and saw that the cave was very deep, with at least 30 "people" in the cave, surrounding the bonfire to keep warm. These so-called "people" were actually very small and the animals, and their level of civilization was not as good as that of the salt. It can be seen from their vigorous hair and overly developed biceps that the ferocious facial features seemed to be people who had just evolved from apes to walking upright for a few days. The communication between them was extremely simple, with only a few syllables.

This is a dream, and Liu Yanzhi made a judgment immediately, but this dream is too clear. He can clearly remember his identity. From childhood to adulthood, every bit of a primitive man was instantly replayed in his mind. He put his fingers in his mouth and bit it, which hurts very much.

Although this is a dream, it is a kind of high-definition blue-ray dream, which is similar to Ji Yuqian's future games. Liu Yanzhi understood. No wonder Zhuang Zhou had that kind of doubt. He also felt this way now. Am I a primitive man without a name or Liu Yanzhi?

The wind and snow outside were getting lighter, and the primitive people in the cave continued to trek. Liu Yanzhi followed the team, walking on the snow with deep and shallow feet. He understood that this was a migration of the ethnic group. In order to get more food, they had to go to a warm place to live. During the decades of migration, some people died and some were born, but the number of ethnic groups was getting smaller and smaller, and it had decreased from the initial thousand to thirty.

Looking back at Xuefeng, he felt familiar, and seemed to see on a travel advertisement that this peak was not the Alps in Europe.

This dream has come to Europe, which is interesting. Liu Yanzhi turned his head and continued to walk. His companions were hunched and struggling forward. They walked on the ridge, with a cliff on one side. Suddenly, Liu Yanzhi slipped under his feet and fell into the valley. He wanted to fly but couldn't fly. He danced and fell down, falling down...

Liu Yanzhi was pushed to death. He was sleeping on the embankment. There was a flood under him, and the corpses of cows and sheep were rolled up in the water, and there were whirlpools and torrents everywhere, which was extremely frightening.

Did you dream of returning to the front line of flood control in 1998? This span is large enough. Liu Yanzhi got up and found out that the era was wrong. This was not in 1998 AD, but in the past unknown era. People did not have a bun on their heads, and they were all tied up with long hair with their foreheads. They were wearing short gauze clothes, with straw ropes tied around their waists, barefoots, and holding simple wooden shovels.

Flood-fighting people were constantly strengthening the embankment, and the construction site was full of energy. A man with a leader came to inspect with a group of followers, pointing and waving Fang Qiu. When he passed by Liu Yan, he stopped and patted his shoulder to show encouragement.

Liu Yan heard someone calling this person: "Dayu."

It turned out that this was the era when Dayu controlled the flood. Liu Yanzhi also recalled his experience in this world. He was called "Frame". He was forty years old this year, with two sons and one grandson. The whole family was on the flood dam. He just couldn't remember who his wife was. He thought hard, and as soon as his feet slipped into the flood, he heard a cry for help in his ears, but it was too late. A wave hit him and theFrame disappeared into the vortex.

When he woke up again, Liu Yanzhi was a soldier this time, but his equipment was too shabby. Not to mention the armor, he was not even complete. He was wrapped in a piece of vegetarian clothes, barefoot and shoes, and his hands were bronze spear heads tied with long wooden poles. The robes around him were also dressed up. They stood in a square formation, five hundred meters ahead, there were enemy square formations, and there were many banners made of linen on both sides, and the flags were strange words and patterns.

The battle began. With the sound of drums, the generals of both sides first came out. What was surprising was that the general did not ride a horse, but rode a strange beast, and flew straight to the sky to fight. He did not use weapons, but released basketball-sized flames to each other. The fight was not lively. When the winner was not decided, another guy with wings flew from the sky, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a harsh voice, and a living Thunder God.

This is the era of the Gods List. Liu Yanzhi looked around and wanted to see clearly the camp he was in. Unfortunately, he belonged to King Zhou and was a slave with a low status.

The battlefield was extremely grand. Hundreds of thousands of troops gathered on this plain, divided into square formations. Liu Yanzhi was in the forefront. Suddenly, the enemy launched an attack. Hundreds of chariots rushed over, and arrows were raining everywhere. The army of Zhou of Shang, composed of slaves, had no fighting spirit and fled in sight. Liu Yanzhi was also trapped in it. He ran forward desperately, and his lung tube was about to explode. However, in front was King Zhou's imperial guards, equipped with elite troops in rhino leather armor. These troops were responsible for supervising the war. In order to protect themselves, the slaves had to fight with the imperial guards.

This battle ran from dawn to darkness, and all kinds of flying gods and beasts soared in the air. From time to time, fireballs fell to the ground and killed a group of soldiers. The center of the battlefield gradually moved eastward, and a majestic city appeared in the distance, with a simple and beautiful shape. This is the legendary Chaoge.

The Shang army had collapsed across the board, and Chaoge City became an unguarded city. Liu Yanzhi rushed into the city with the chaotic army, killing everywhere, while King Zhou was on a high platform, with a blazing fire, and a huge figure danced in the flames.

Liu Yanzhi had a sudden thought and wanted to enter King Zhou's palace to see what Daji looked like. Before he could reach the gate of the palace, a team of cavalry rushed over. The general led by the commander was gray-haired, holding a wooden stick, and shouted loudly: "The chaos army will be killed without mercy!"

A long spear stretched over and hooked Liu Yanzhi's neck, pulled it back, and killed the running slave soldier like mowing grass.

When he woke up again, Liu Yanzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. There was still a rustling sound of drizzle outside the house, and the bean rice on the table was still hot. Zhen Yue was boredly flipping through Zhuangzi's bamboo slips next to him.

This is not another dream, Liu Yanzhi was already scared. Every dream was so clear that he really felt his mentality and touch at that time. He touched his neck. It was Jiang Ziya who ordered him to kill him just now, and his neck still hurt a little.

Zhuang Zhou looked at him with a mysterious smile on his face: "What did you dream about?"

"Many." Liu Yan said straight, "Master Zhuangzi, what magic did you cast on me? You can have such a strange dream."

"It's because of the wine." Zhuang Zhou pointed to the wine jar, "I only dare to drink one lord, but you'll have drunk all the jar."

"This wine is so magical." Liu Yanzhi picked up the jar and looked at it carefully, of course he couldn't tell why.

"It is honey wine made in the nearby village." Zhuang Zhou introduced that there was no high degree of distilled wine during the Warring States Period. This wine was fermented with wild grapes, honey and millet. Honey contains natural yeast, wild grapes contain a lot of sugar, and starch contained in millet, which created a jar of fine wine containing the wisdom and sweat of the working people in 200 BC.

"Take me to find the brewer." Liu Yan stood up and said, his attitude was very firm. Zhuangzi realized that it might be possible to crack some secrets, so he cooperated to take him to a nearby village in the rain and found the brewer to ask. The farmer didn't understand why, but Liu Yanzhi had guessed the reason.

The problem lies in honey. He found a dragon ball that was a few hundred meters away from the honeycomb.

The bees collect DNA from the dragon ball and convert it into honey with other nectar in the digestive tract. Honey is used to make wine, and the DNA is indirectly taken, which then produces magical effects, allowing people to wander in the corridor of time.
Chapter completed!