Yang Fan quickly asked: "What, dragon veins can still be transferred!"
This news is quite exciting. This is the first time Yang Fan has heard that dragon veins can be transferred.
Mr. Wu smiled bitterly and said: "Since the dragon veins can be artificially utilized, why can't they be transferred? When Zhonglong gathered the king's energy in Jinling, Qin Shihuang sent people to dig the Qinhuai River to connect the Yangtze River and remove the dragon's energy. He also buried a large amount of dragon energy in Zijin Mountain
Gold and silver suppressed the kingly spirit. This destroyed the feng shui of Nanjing. Historically, those who made Nanjing their capital were short-lived dynasties or small dynasties with small territories and settled in a corner."
Yang Fan nodded, he had heard of this too.
The imperial capital of China has long been located on Zhonglong. That is, the Kunlun Mountains extend from the Qinling Mountains, the Song Mountains, and the Dabie Mountains between Qinghai and Xizang.
Before the Yuan Dynasty, the capital swung east and west along this line.
That is to say, it swings on the Longhai Railway. Chang'an, Luoyang, Kaifeng, Yecheng, Xuchang, Anyang (Chaoge). Except for the Xia Dynasty, which is not clear, the others all swing east and west on this line.
It wasn’t until the Yuan Dynasty that the Grand Canal was changed from east-west to north-south. (In the Sui Dynasty, there were two canals, the north and south. The Beihe River ran from Zhuojun to Luoyang, and the Nanhe River ran from Hangzhou to Luoyang. The Yuan Dynasty changed the direction of the Grand Canal from east to west to north-south direction, and finally arrived in Hangzhou.
The royal energy released by Zhonglong went to Beilong and gathered in Beiping). It moved to Beilong and stabilized from then on. Although Zhu Yuanzhang briefly made his capital Jinling where Zhonglong entered the sea, Zhu Di quickly moved the capital to Beiping.
From then on, the capital of China was changed to the imperial capital, and Jinling oscillated north and south along the Grand Canal. It can be seen that the king's energy can indeed change, and the dragon's veins can also be artificially changed.
"Then what are the consequences of this?" Yang Fan asked nervously.
He doesn't care how the dragon vein goes, he only cares about the consequences. Such a big change will definitely affect the country of the Han people. He knows clearly that the decline of the Han people started when the dragon energy left Beilong.
Starting from the late Ming Dynasty, China's national destiny began to plummet, and it became even more miserable in modern times.
"The most direct change is that the Ming Dynasty has run out of energy and there is no way to save it." Mr. Wu shook his head and lamented. Although the Ming Dynasty has all kinds of shortcomings, we love and blame them deeply, and no one wants the luck of the Han people to dissipate.
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"Now that Wang Qi is gone, someone else must benefit, and who will benefit?" Yang Fan asked with a cold look. He would never allow other cats and dogs to come and take advantage.
"The king's energy has gone to the Changbai Mountains, and the establishment of slaves will probably become a thing. If the establishment of slaves conquers the world, I will wear my hair in left pants. Now the king's energy has reached the Changbai Mountains, but the king's energy is fluid, and I am afraid it will go to South Korea and Japan. They
There will be a chance to rise in three hundred years."
Yang Fan sneered and said: "Don't even think about it. As long as I'm here, my Chinese Dragon Vein King Qi can't possibly take advantage of them. Didn't you just say that Jinling's King Qi has been restrained? I don't believe it. This Beilong
I can’t suppress my royal anger.”
Mr. Wu lowered his head and sank for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "This kind of change of fortune is not good for me. However, for the sake of future generations, I will bear the consequences alone."
Mr. Wu came to tell Yang Fan this because he wanted to encourage Yang Fan to replace him.
This country and the country cannot take advantage of foreigners. Moreover, he has made sacrifices and done such great things. If Yang Fan succeeds in the future, he will definitely not treat his descendants badly.
"Tomorrow night, we will climb Beishan Mountain, find the key point in the neck where the head is turned, and bury the gold and silver artifacts. For the time being, we will suppress Jiannu's luck. After the owner has conquered Liaodong, we will build a canal to connect the Songhua River and the Liaohe River.
. Vent Beilong’s Wang Qi. Let the Wang Qi flow into the Bohai Sea. Then build temples on the Changshan Islands to suppress and lock the exits of the Bohai Sea. Gather the Qi in important places in Gyeonggi and it’s done.”
Yang Fan said worriedly: "I didn't bring much gold and silver when I came out this time. The pirates' treasures were quite a lot of gold and silver, and they were all transported back to the new city."
Mr. Wu smiled and said: "You don't know something, proprietor. In ancient times, gold can often be replaced by copper. With so many naval guns, just bury some of them. Moreover, these cannons are very powerful. They have Yang Qi and violent Qi.
, the violent, murderous, evil spirit is very powerful. The suppression effect is better."
Yang Fan slapped his thigh and said happily: "That's great, we don't have anything else. The naval guns on the ship are all made of one hundred kilograms of copper and eleven kilograms of tin. There are plenty of naval guns."
For such a major event, Yang Fan is willing to give up. Although bronze naval guns are very expensive, the cost of one is four times that of iron cannons.
That night, the bright moon was in the sky, and it was really a bright night. The moonlight was very bright, and the ground it illuminated was almost similar to that in the early morning. The snow also reflected the sunlight, and the sky and the earth were bright.
Yang Fan led 500 people, dragging the sledge, and walked for half the night. Finally, under the guidance of Mr. Wu, who looked at the stars, he found the location. There was a bend in the ridgeline. A huge tree stood there. Because it was winter, the leaves
They all fell and looked at the dry branches twisting and twisting, all stretching towards the sky.
"Master proprietor, the earth energy here has rushed upward and twisted this ancient tree into this shape." Mr. Wu said, stroking his beard. "The turning point of the crypt is here. As long as you work hard here, you can transform it into something like this."
Hundreds of bronze cannons buried here, with their muzzles facing the direction of Shenyang, can temporarily suppress the fate of the slaves for ten years."
Yang Fan nodded, he had always had confidence in Mr. Wu's level. This was the most outstanding earth master he had ever seen.
At this moment, something strange happened, and a clear voice came from the tree.
"Hahaha, you little kid is quite interesting, you actually figured out that this is the key."
"Who is it, come out!" Donkey Dan was furious. A man walked in front of Yang Fan, and fifty soldiers immediately raised their flintlock rifles. The bayonets sparkled in the moonlight.
There was a flower in front of everyone's eyes, and a slovenly Taoist fell from the sky and fell from the tree crown.
Donkey Dan was about to make a move. Yang Fan raised a hand and shook it, signaling everyone not to move.
Yang Fan looked carefully and saw that this Taoist was in his forties, with a face that showed signs of vicissitudes of life and weather. His face was dark, as if he hadn't washed it for many years.
The Taoist robe is actually made of cloth. Isn't this man afraid of the cold? Although he looks ugly and his clothes are tattered, he doesn't know why, but he has an aura of being out of the world. He carries an ancient sword with pine patterns on his back and a piece of wood tied around his waist.
The mutton-fat jade pendants with chilong patterns are all valuable items.
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes. It was impossible to leak what happened tonight. Only he and Mr. Wu knew. Mr. Wu didn't leave his sight. How did this Taoist know?
Could it be that he is here to do the same thing as himself?
Yang Fan suddenly remembered a person. That boy Tian Zili was sent to the Chahar Department on official business. This boy also got himself a wife. This was really a matter of public and private matters, and nothing was wasted.
That little daughter-in-law is still Lin Dan Khan’s little princess, a legitimate direct lineage of the golden family.
I remember that his servant told him that there was a Taoist Wu running around on the grassland. Tian Zili mentioned such a person in his message to himself. Judging from his dress and ancient sword and jade pendant, they matched well.
Mr. Wu is in his fifties and almost sixty this year. Being called a little doll by someone who looks at him in his forties immediately made him a little angry.
"I don't know what this Taoist brother has to say." Mr. Wu raised his hand and said. He was very confident in his ability.
The Taoist squinted his eyes and glanced at him with disdain, then kept looking at the sky.
"Don't take advice seriously. If you really bury the cannon today, you will be blind tomorrow morning. Believe it or not."
