The old bear was heavy-hearted, and when some of his little friends were lying down to rest, he suddenly asked Phoenix: "That i will ask you a question, what does the 'san yuan' mean?"
Phoenix was a bit surprised, but he didn't think too much about it.
Her basic knowledge is extremely solid.
"The 'yuans' are just city walls. The 'san yuan' refers to the Zǐ wēi Yuán, which symbolizes the imperial palace, the Taiyī Yuán, which symbolizes the heaven court, and the Tiān Chí Yuán, which symbolizes the street markets."
Old bear could fight, the Yellow Emperor could fight even more. But when it comes to theory, it's a matter of difficult words. He memorized the answers in his mind.
"What are the Three Flowers?"
"This is even simpler, it refers to the essence, qi and spirit in the body. Essence is the foundation of life, the most fundamental function, qi is the basic element of human body activities, divided into innate qi and acquired qi, spirit is the will of a person, related to life and death."
"What does this character mean?" said the old bear, awkwardly writing a very abstract character.
Phoenix looked at him in amazement: "This is also a 'feng cuan', but it's not the one on the heavenly scriptures. Where did you see this character? Did Kong Xuanzhi teach it to you? Why did he teach you this?"
Old bear paused for a moment in silence, then felt that his teacher Kong Xuanzhi had once again played a trick on him. So powerful a immortal, didn't he know that i have no foundation? Those strange and strange 'san hua' and 'san bao' professional terminology, do you think that Yanzi that savage would teach me?
Is this truly teaching oneself, rather than using oneself as a mouthpiece to teach someone else?
The experience this time is actually similar to that of the Ninth Heaven Immortal.
Kong Xuan only forbade him from saying the name of the teacher, but did not impose any restrictions on martial arts. He kept silent about Kong Xuan, but instead swallowed the content of black and white divine light whole, and chanted it softly once.
"Black and white divine light?" Phoenix was completely bewildered, the naming method of this Taoist ritual is so peculiar.
It's true that it's suitable for the old bear to practice the Black and White Divine Light, looking at his black eyes and white belly. However, is this martial arts not something that was just invented on the spot?
Even with her help in research, this divine ability is still terrifyingly rare, and they have been studying for half a day without even making it through the entrance level.
Following the requirements of the divine ability, Old Bear sinks his magical power downwards, eventually reaching the position of his buttocks. Then he twists his buttocks and emits a patchy black light towards a small tree not far away.
"Aiyao! My old back is about to break!" He massages his waist, looking extremely painful.
Phoenix: "..."
"This divine ability is best performed with the tail, but your bear's tail is too short."
She laughed twice and went to sit on the side.
Cuian Yu was just a new deity, still solidifying her realm at Lishi Mountain. Even the best divine ability and martial arts are given to her now, she has no heart to practice. Old bear you first practice yourself.
Xigui.
Phoenix made another visit to Xigui, this time still flying from Zhaiyong to Xigui. The impact caused by this visit was even greater than the last one.
Northern Prime Minister Chonghou Hu received the deadly command from King Zhou, to level the city of Xigui.
Now, even bribing Fei Zhong isn't effective anymore. If Fei Zhong dares to talk nonsense, King Zhou can have Fei Zhong sent to the battlefield as well.
Now, Chonghou Hu can only launch a fierce attack on Xigui without hesitation.
The city wall of Xigui City.
Ji Chang and Bo Yi examined Chonghou Hu's camp from a distance, both sighing. The enemy's offensive was too fierce, and yesterday Ji Chang had lost another son in battle.
Bo Yi spoke seriously: "Father, the number of casualties among the people of Xigui is too high. We should seek peace with Zhaiyong, and I am willing to go to Zhaiyong as a hostage."
Ji Chang has been running around these days, his voice is hoarse, his pale face is full of exhaustion, but at the same time, there is a fighting spirit that does not fit his age.
Ji Chang asked, "Son, when you shoot an arrow, if you shout, can it come back?"
Bo Yi shook his head: "It can't."
"It's the same now."
As father and son were talking, the south gate of Xigui City opened quietly, and a long procession of carts slowly drove into the city.
The soldiers were dressed in fiery red armor, in the night, they looked like a group of jumping fire lights.
"Are those soldiers in red armor from the Deng family?" Ji Chang's eyes were a bit blurred.
Bo Yi said, "Yes, father, the Deng family has brought a large amount of animal skins, ores, and wood. We can make leather armor, weapons, and arrows."
He paused for a moment, and brought up an old topic again: "Father, the Deng family has sent a lot of things, but they always take away a lot of grain. Our grain is running low too! If one person can bring peace to Xigui by dying, son is willing to go and die."
Ji Chang opened his mouth after a long time: "Your fighting spirit is not as strong as your younger brother. He has never said such words."
Bo Yi smiled: "My younger brother is a natural leader, he always leads the charge in battle. I'm not as good as him."
Ji Chang's blurred eyes looked at his eldest son: "You are generous and kind, capable of winning the hearts of the common people. You stay in the interior, and I stay in the exterior. Xigui will certainly be safe and sound."
Bo Yi couldn't persuade him anymore, so he had to change the topic. He whispered, "Father, can we really trust the prediction of Phoenix?"
Every time the Phoenix comes, the Shang Dynasty sends troops to attack.
There are some complaints both in the court and among the people, but Ji Chang is holding tightly to the "Phoenix sings in Qishan Mountain" slogan, determined to keep it up.
Ji Chang's voice was extremely hoarse, and he said one word at a time: "I believe that my children will believe, and my children's children will believe. I believe that we will see the blue sky again, with flowers hanging on every branch."
Xigui is holding on, and King Zhou in the city of Zhaoyang is also facing immense political pressure.
Several Wangshu, veteran officials, and many other officials have expressed their concerns over the fact that Phoenix flew from Zhaoyang to Xigui.
In desperation, King Zhou had to convene a grand meeting.
He was dressed in his full ceremonial regalia.
The main part of the regalia is the black garment, which is embroidered with patterns. Underneath the black garment is a white silk undershirt, and the lower body is dressed in pleated short skirts, with a wide belt at the waist.
He held the jade axe and was not bewitched by the fox spirit. At this moment, King Zhou exuded a strong presence, despite being scolded by his ministers and backed into a corner, he remained the only true king of the world.
Facing his ministers and a group of Shengming officials holding the ancestral laws to discipline him, he spoke aloud: "What is it to be a king? If there is any sin in the world, it lies with one person: Yin Shou will follow the example of the ancestors of Cheng Tang, and build a sacrificing-to-the-sky platform in Zhaoyang. On the day the platform is completed, I, King Zhou, will self-immolate in sacrifice to heaven to beg for mercy for the Great Shang!"
The royal family, Shengming officials, literati, and ordinary people of Zhaoyang were all stunned. All the voices of discontent with the current situation were silenced. Whether the Phoenix still protected the Great Shang or not, they had no right to question it.
The promise has been made, the next step is to fulfill the promise.
If King Zhou says he will self-immolate when the sacrificing-to-the-sky platform is built, then who should be responsible for constructing this platform?
Fei Zhong cried like a person who had been deeply hurt, trying to commit suicide by hitting the pillar three times, in order to express that he would never accept the task of constructing the sacrificial platform.
In the end, none of the literati or officials in the court dared to take on this task.
