Chapter 111 Literature·Language
Feng Yun wrote "Jiuli Yin Zhuan Zhou Yan Zi·Biao", and at this time he also entered Jiuli dialect and Zhou Yan with literary style.
The entire palace of classics exudes a faint light of literary aura.
Feng Yun's voice could be heard whispering faintly amidst the sound of the wind all around.
And with the momentum of the Classics Palace, the sound continued to expand, reaching the ears of the Ten Witches Palace and the surrounding Baiyue people.
"Yesterday there was a yellow dragon, and today there is a white light!"
The first elder and the second elder were squatting on the other side, waiting hard.
The great elder sighed: "Yun... Lord Feng, what is the origin? I think those rumors are exaggerating!"
What spread most widely in Baiyue was the period when Feng Yun controlled floods.
Feng Yun is described as a great hero of water control. He is tall and mighty and has a mysterious image of being able to drink up a large river in one gulp.
At this time, the great elder couldn't help but guess: "I'm afraid I can drink up two big rivers in one breath."
The second elder on the other side listened carefully to the sounds blowing in the wind. Among them, he recognized Jiuli language and Zhou Yan, but without understanding Zhou Yan, he could only guess.
"Yunwa said before that he wanted to write "History of Jiuli". I said that we don't have writing, so he won't get us writing!"
Words carry the will of heaven and earth, and they possess many incredible qualities that cannot be created casually.
"Oops, I forgot to tell Yunwa that there was a witch who used words to kill me!"
The second elder stood up suddenly and wanted to rush into the hall.
But outside the main hall, the seal script and the sound of Jiuli echoed continuously.
Protect the entire hall.
The second elder did not dare to use it at will and could only watch anxiously.
the other side--
"This is the enlightenment!"
The general is dull, but he was once a member of the noble family and has some knowledge.
He said: "Just like Mr. Ou Ye forged a sword and achieved innateness, Lord Feng is also "forging a sword" to achieve his own way."
"Fengjun is going to become a congenital?" Mo Nu was surprised as she held the food.
The general shook his head slightly, he didn't know clearly.
"Ahem, it's not congenital." Ou Ye walked out from the side.
"Father, why are you out here?" Mo Nu handed the food to the general and went to help Ouye.
Ouye looked into the hall, his eyes full of heat.
"This is Lord Feng creating a rare treasure of literature and art."
"Exotic treasure?" Mo Nu and Gan Jiang were not allowed to see it.
Ou Ye smiled and said: "Exotic treasures carry the Tao of their owners."
"The sword I made is also a rare treasure, or a semi-finished product."
"Because I only forge swords but do not hold them. I am not the master of the sword. Only when the sword finds its own master can it carry the master's path and become a complete rare treasure and a weapon to protect the path."
This is also the reason why Ouye wants to hand over Long Yuan to Feng Yun.
In addition to making the sword, the swordsmith also needs to choose the master to make it complete, otherwise the treasure will only be covered in dust.
"Although the exotic treasure is a tool to protect the Tao, it is not a tool of destiny. It is made after acquired, just like the Nine Cauldrons made by Dayu."
"However, the rare treasures cast the day after tomorrow can also become the tools of their destiny when the Tao they carry is strong. This means that the Tao is cast first, and then the tools are made."
"The instrument of my birth is the instrument first and then the way."
"The difference between the two is here, and there can only be one destiny weapon for the birth of the self, and it will be difficult to get it back again."
Ou Ye explained to Qian Jiang and Mo Nu what he had learned after breaking through the innate world and writing the book Jian Feng Yun.
"Weng!"
Then I heard a roar in the hall.
Immediately afterwards, an illusory voice echoed in the sky.
"This is the "Jiuli Yin Zhuan Zhou Yan Zi Biao", which can be proved and used."
It’s Jiuli language!
Feng Yun said these words in Jiuli language.
Then, I heard Feng Yun introducing "Jiuli Yin Zi Table" in Jiuli dialect, chanting the alphabet of this table one by one.
The rhyme of classics and palaces flows out like a stream in the Baiyue Plain, branching in the air and winding around with the wind.
In an instant, the entire Baiyue City could hear it.
The second elder was so mesmerized that he was immersed in the sound and tried his best to learn.
However, the Baiyue people in the city don't understand, and not many can learn it. But if they go deep into it, they will all be confused and look astonished from time to time.
And in the courtyard of a mud house in the city——
"Father, is this Mr. Feng?"
A nineteen-year-old boy was reading "The Fu of Dayu" with a bamboo slip, and his father, a man in his thirties, was also holding the "Fu of Dayu" and seemed to have been talking about this fu with the child.
"Silence."
Hearing the words, the child did not dare to speak, but listened intently.
But he heard his father sigh: "This rare treasure of literature and art, I'm afraid Feng Jun can enter the innate world at any time."
innate!
The little boy looked at his father. He knew that his father was stuck in the first class, and could not even reach the top of the first class. However, Feng Jun rumored that he was only sixteen or seventeen, and now he could step into Xiantian at any time.
Listen again: "But Mr. Feng will not use this rare treasure to enter the innate world, otherwise he will be trapped in the land of Jiuli."
The man stroked his beard and said with a hint of arrogance: "The way of language is a little Taoist. It has no thoughts and is just a tool. No matter how powerful it is, how can it be so powerful?"
Even though he said this, the man listened carefully and didn't say a word.
The little boy curled his lips when he saw his father like this, but he became more and more curious about Feng Jun.
The "Dayu Fu" in his hand has been studied by his father constantly, and he is familiar with it and has memorized it by heart...
But just when everyone was fascinated by Feng Yun's voice.
Suddenly it broke.
"Well!"
The smiling face of the second elder standing outside the hall suddenly collapsed.
"Gone?"
"Why is it gone?"
At the same time, angry shouts and curses were heard from many places in the city.
The second elder suppressed the anger in his heart.
When he saw the civility surrounding the hall disappear, he strode into the hall.
He saw Feng Yun'an sitting at the low table with his eyes closed and silent. Beside him, An Feng was looking through a pile of animal skins.
"Which family's girl is here to give to grandpa?"
An Feng heard the sound and silently handed the rare treasure in his hand to the second elder.
"Second Elder, don't mess it up. I'll have to sew it together later."
"Got it, got it."
As he said that, the second elder didn't care about anything, leaned aside and began to read the "Jiuli Yinzi Table".
He kept praising in his mouth: "I, the Jiuli descendant, can use words now. I can use words now."
It doesn’t matter whether it is borrowed from the Zhou people, as long as it can be used in Jiuli.
The second elder has lived for so many years, but he is aware of Wu Zi's troubles.
The Great Elder and Ou Ye also came in together.
Feng Yun was sitting at the low table, his face was tired, his eyes were resting, and his literary energy was surging, as if it would explode at the slightest touch.
An Feng stood up, took the food from the general's hand, put it on the low table in front of Feng Yun, and went outside. He had to find some needlework.
For a long time, everyone sat and waited for the wind to come.
Ou Ye and the second elder looked at the watch and praised it.
As for An Fenglai, he could only serve as the translator for the two of them so that they could exchange opinions on the table.
At this time, Feng Yun opened his eyes, and the literary energy on his body dispersed slightly, and then all of it merged into Feng Yun's heart.
Step by step!
These cultural qualities brought about by the unique treasures of literature and Tao have become its solid foundation.
Wenqi:109.
It stands to reason that when one's literary Qi reaches one hundred, one is considered innate, but Feng Yun suppresses literary Qi and does not want to use his current knowledge to become innate.
In other words, he has not yet determined his own way.
"It is inappropriate to use this language to achieve innateness."
Literature and Tao are a lifelong pursuit of the Tao, practice of the Tao, and transformation of the Tao.
The Great Master loved the Book of Changes, but found it difficult to learn, so he finally used the Book of Changes to assist the monarch in achieving his destiny. He spent his whole life assisting the monarch and abiding by the Book of Zhou Rites.
It's because his first choice was Li Dao.
Naturally, Feng Yun would not consider language learning as his first choice.
It is better to use the study of language as nourishment, attribute it to the "Chronicles of Nations and Policies", practice this way in the land of Baiyue, and then practice innateness. With this, the road ahead will be broad.
"But we must first make "Jiuli Yinzi Biao" something recognized by everyone in the Baiyue people, otherwise it will be of no use."
And when the people of Baiyue recognize it, this watch will also become a national treasure.
Just like when Feng Yun controlled the floods and enlightened "Yu Fu", it became a rare treasure in the national destiny.
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