Gen hexagram is the fifty-first hexagram of the Book of Changes.
In addition, among the six hexagrams of the Book of Changes of Yue Kingdom, there are also Zhen hexagram, Jian hexagram, Guimei hexagram, Feng hexagram and Weiji hexagram.
Among them, there is no Ji hexagram, but Feng Yun already has it, so it is considered a repetition.
In this way, Feng Yun had nine of the sixty-four hexagrams in the Book of Changes.
However, the only ones that can be understood for the time being are the Wei Ji hexagram and the Ji Ji hexagram.
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And just when Feng Yun was following Sergeant Fan to look at books in the Palace of Classical Books of the State of Yue.
Among the Vietnamese 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..."
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 ridge of the fields and looking from a distance, it is all yellow mud, leaving only a few high mountains, mottled green.
"My field!" On the field ridge, the common people gathered together, looking at the torrent of yellow mud, crying and making trouble. 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 looking at the corn that fell in 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 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 way, so as to mobilize the strength of the ancestors and mediate the flood.
"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, swept up the field ridge, and turned into a giant yellow snake.
The giant snake roared and swallowed the mansion into it in an instant.
The remaining scholars were frightened and 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 mansion, but their strength, which was not even that of strangers, was in vain.
A scholar said angrily: "How come there are no martial arts guards!"
Innately, the arts of literature are weak, but the martial arts are brave. Even a martial artist who has only a little inner energy and has not reached the level of a stranger, as long as he gets close and relies on fists, feet and weapons, it is possible to hurt a first-rate scholar.
But there are no military guards here and now.
The soldiers who were ordered to come were in a panic. 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 in the country of Yue.
If something happens to the palace, 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 palace.
"Gululu..." Many armored soldiers were swallowed by the flood and could never get up again.
Not long to wait...
"Dafu, Dafu is dead!"
After entering the water, the remaining armored soldiers picked up Dafu, but Dafu's mouth and nose were already filled with sand, his abdomen was bulging, and he had no breath at all.
"Dafu!" Those nobles who were arrogant just now immediately rushed towards Dafu's corpse, showing signs of sadness.
But the flood was still the same at this time, rolling up waves fiercely and hitting the ridges of the fields.
The nobles didn't care about anything else and kept retreating.
Dafu's corpse was once again involved in the flood.
And those Yue people who had no time to dodge were also involved.
"Ancestor, calm down!" A 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 Vietnamese people knelt down and worshiped when they saw it.
A big wizard said: "Go into the water to save people!"
Following the witchcraft dance of the three great witches, the surrounding water slowed down, but such water still made it impossible for people to enter.
It was to save the mansion before, but now the Yue people fell in, but the armored soldiers lost their momentum and hesitated.
"Let me get 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 Di Yu!"
"Buzz!" Di Yu waved his hand, causing a gust of wind.
I saw that the wind was lighter than the flood, and there was a sense of stability.
This made the Vietnamese people who went into the water to rescue people safe and sound, and rescued all those who fell into the water.
The three great shamans looked at each other in disbelief, and then they sang "Ode 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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Invariably, outside every city in the Yue Kingdom, the scholar-bureaucrats or shamans discovered the power of "Dayu Fu" to suppress floods.
They praised it with the Vietnamese people and used its power to suppress floods.
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 and integrated into Dayu's strategy. .
The words above Dayu Ce glowed with golden light.
"It's incredible, Situ. Your "Ode to Dayu" will become a rare treasure in the national destiny."
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 luck and 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 Jiuding, it was built by Dayu out of strange objects. Although it is an acquired thing, it carries Yu's way and is also a thing that protects it.
Later, Dayu turned this Jiuding 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.
This "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.
Master Fan said: "Situ should know that the words made by scholars need to be implemented in order to show their power, otherwise they are just empty words."
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 from the process of implementation and be recognized by the arts.
Otherwise...he can rewrite it at any time, and it will be the same as the original version that has not been used.
Sergeant Fan continued: "What the people want and what the country desires is naturally a rare treasure of national destiny."
