Gen hexagram is the fifty-first hexagram of "Zhouyi". The complete version of the Book of Changes.
In addition, among the six hexagrams in the Book of Changes of the Yue Kingdom, there are also the Zhen hexagram, the Jian hexagram, the Guimei hexagram, the Feng hexagram and the Weiji hexagram.
There is no Ji hexagram in it, but Feng Yun already exists, so it is regarded as a repetition.
In this way, Feng Yun has nine of the sixty-four hexagrams in the "Book of Changes" in his hands.
However, the only things that can be understood for the time being are the Weiji hexagram and the Jiji hexagram.
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Just when Feng Yun was following Sergeant Fan in the Yue Kingdom's Classical Palace to look at books.
Among the Yue people, Feng Yun's reputation also spread completely with "Dayu Fu"...
“Master, what can we do? The floods are raging, and this year’s food supply..."
Outside Kuaiji City, water from the Shun River is now pouring back into the fields.
It is so vast that when standing on the high field ridges and looking from a distance, it is all yellow mud, leaving only a few high mountains with mottled green.
"My field!" On the field ridge, the common people gathered together, looking at the torrent of yellow mud, crying and making noises. The armored soldiers raised their spears to resist, lest the common people collide with the scholar-bureaucrats.
“Without fields, how can we live...”
The common people were in mourning, and many people spontaneously chanted "Dayu Fu" and knelt on the ground to pray.
Dafu looked at it and frowned slightly.
But when he looked at the corn that had fallen into the flood, he immediately used all his literary power to gather strength.
He was the chief minister of the government, and he was responsible for farming under the authority of the emperor. He was responsible for collecting tribute and taxes, but he did not know much about farming. At this time, he could only praise the deeds of the sage Yu the Great in a literary manner, so as to mobilize the strength of the ancestors and mediate the flood.
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“The great sage Yu the Great…”
Speaking of his high praises, he rushed toward the flood with his billowing power.
However, he was only a second-rate writer, so how could he withstand the flooding of the Shun River? This method was in vain. On the contrary, it angered the flood and swept up the field ridge, turning into a giant yellow snake.
The giant snake roared and swallowed up the mansion in just a moment.
The rest of the scholars were so frightened that they retreated continuously.
“Dafu, Dafu!”
"Save me...cough cough cough...save me...wow wow wow..." The flood kept rolling up Dafu. Dafu wanted to struggle, but the water was strong. Although the scholar had literary power, he did not have a strong body, not to mention he was just an ordinary scholar.
How can one become a second-rate person?
I saw it being rolled into a deeper and more turbulent place.
In response, some nobles with some literary power wanted to use their literary power to help the government, but their strength, which was not even that of strangers, was in vain.
One of the scholars said angrily: "Why are there no martial arts guards?"
Being born with weak literary skills and strong martial arts, even a martial artist who has only a little inner energy and has not reached the level of a stranger can still hurt a first-class scholar as long as he gets close and relies on fists, feet and weapons.
But there are no military guards here and now.
The soldiers who were ordered to come were in a panic and had no one. This was just outside Kuaiji City. Who could have imagined that there would be danger.
Those warrior guards followed the scholar-bureaucrats to other cities across the country. The entire country is 520.
If something happens to the big mansion, how will they explain it? The death of a doctor is enough for them to be punished. Then several armored soldiers grabbed the rope and jumped into the water to salvage the big mansion.
“Gululu...” Many armored soldiers were swallowed by the flood and could never get up again.
Not long...
“Dafu, Dafu is dead!”
After entering the water, the remaining armored soldiers picked up Dafu, but Dafu's mouth and nose had already been filled with sand, his abdomen was bulging, and he had no breath at all.
“Oh Dafu!” Those nobles who had been arrogant just now immediately rushed towards Dafu’s corpse, showing signs of grief.
But the flood was still coming, violently rolling up waves and crashing into the fields.
The nobles did not care about anything else and kept retreating.
The corpse of Dafu was once again involved in the flood.
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And those Yue people who had no time to dodge were also involved one after another.
“Ancestors, calm down!” A loud shout was heard.
I saw three strange old men with hair and tattoos, holding three-foot bamboo sticks, and their faces dyed with strange patterns, running towards them.
“It’s a great witch!”
“Great witch, save them!” the Yue people cried.
“Get out of the way, get out of the way!”
"Ancestors, please calm down!" the great shaman said, dancing and playing with bamboo knots, blowing them like howls.
Many Yue people saw him and knelt down to worship him.
A great shaman said: "Go into the water to save people!"
With the shamanistic dance of the three great witches, the surrounding water slowed down, but with such water, it was still impossible to get into the water.
Previously, it was to save the palace, but now the Yue people fell in, but the armored soldiers lost their momentum and hesitated.
“Let me go down, my baby fell in!” A woman grabbed the hemp rope and jumped into the water.
One after another, more and more Vietnamese people went into the water to save others.
“In the land of summer, the rivers are embankments...” Someone sang "Fu of Dayu" loudly, hissing and cracking his lungs.
And as the people on the field ridge shouted, coupled with the witchcraft dances of the three great shamans, the sound of "Dayu Fu" slowly condensed into an illusory figure.
It is majestic and majestic, standing high in the sky.
“Ancestor of Emperor Yu!”
“It’s Emperor Yu!”
“Buzz!” Di Yu waved his hand, causing a gust of wind.
I saw that the wind was blowing and the flood was lighter, and there was a sense of stability.
This made the Vietnamese people who went into the water to rescue people safe and sound, and all the people who fell into the water were rescued.
The three great shamans looked at each other in disbelief, and then they sang "Fu of Dayu" loudly, and the shamans danced in the meantime.
In this way, the flood under the field ridge became more and more stable, like a forbidden lake.
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Coincidentally, outside every city in the Yue Kingdom, the scholar-officials or shamans discovered the power of "Dayu Fu" to suppress floods.
They all praised it with the Vietnamese people and used its power to suppress the flood.
But far away in Kuaiji City, Feng Yun, who was in the Palace of Yue Palace, felt something in his heart. He took out the "Fu of Dayu" in his arms. He only felt that there were countless light spots flying from the outside world, integrating into this Dayu strategy.
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And the words above Dayu Ce glowed with golden light.
"It's amazing, Situ, your "Ode to Dayu" will become a rare treasure for the country."
Feng Yun placed the gift on the low table and looked at the light spots that kept coming.
“A rare treasure of national destiny?” A rare treasure carries the path of its owner.
Whether it is literature or martial arts, or national destiny or Qi refiners, all can be achieved.
At the same time, it can also be incorporated into one's own body by its owner and become a protector, that is, a weapon of destiny.
Just like Dayu’s Nine Cauldrons, they were built by Dayu out of strange objects. Although they were acquired, they carried Dayu’s way and protected him.
Later, Yu the Great turned this Nine Cauldron into a tool for the national destiny of the Xia Dynasty, carrying the destiny of a country and becoming a rare treasure of the national destiny.
In addition to the rare treasures of national destiny, there are also rare treasures of literature, martial arts, and immortality.
The "Gong Qi Ce" written by Xian Feng Yun is one of the rare treasures of literature and art.
“What are these light spots?” Feng Yun didn’t know much about exotic treasures.
Fan Shangshi said: "Situ should know that the words made by scholars need to be implemented in order to show their power, otherwise they will be just empty talk."
Hearing this, Feng Yun nodded to show his approval.
This is also the reason why Feng Yun does not need the "Gongqi Ce". Making a plan without using it is just a waste of silk. Only by implementing the "Gongqi Ce" can its power be verified through the process of implementation and be recognized by the literary and moral education.
Otherwise...he can rewrite it at any time, and it will be the same as the original version that has not been cast.
Sergeant Fan continued: “What the people want and what the country desires is naturally a rare treasure for the country.”
This chapter has been completed!