The Book of Shang Jun is the embodiment of Shang Ying's ideas and the sublimation of Legalist thought. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Through the recitation of Shang Junshu, Situ Xing gained an in-depth understanding of some of Shang Ying's ideas. And most importantly, by reading and reciting Shang Jun's books, he received Shang Jun's understanding of Legalism in its entirety.

Some places that were confused in the past now have a feeling of sudden enlightenment. With the deepening of my understanding, there are also paragraphs of words in my heart.

The law of Shang Yang is also a good law.

Today, try to cover the record of more than 4,000 years of our country, and seek to benefit the country and the people, the great statesman, Shang Yang is not second to none?

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Situ Xing stood there without joy or sorrow, his eyes were deep, and if he looked closely, he would definitely find that the chains were crisscrossing and crisscrossing.

With the passage of time, the condensation of the power of order, and the drooping of dragon energy.

The speed of gestation is getting faster and faster, and there is already a faint outline.

It was a bronze face and a quaint token.

The token is bronze-colored, and above the token is a tiger head, and under the tiger's head is a red dragon pattern entangled, symbolizing iron and blood, but also symbolizing domineering.

On the front of the token, two mysterious seals are engraved.

Reclamation!

Reclamation Order!

Magic Weapon!

Just like Huang Wenfeng's giant pen with starlight, and like the magic lamp above the head of Biqing Lao Dao, this token is the condensation of Situ's criminal family's scriptures.

Situ Xing's divine consciousness quietly touched this quaint token with dragon patterns. The magic weapon was like a living thing, and when he felt Situ Xing's divine sense, there was a burst of joy.

Situ Xing's eyes slowly narrowed, and paragraphs of words appeared in his heart.

Reclamation Order!

Legalism is condensed by righteousness, agriculture is the foundation of the country, consuming a certain amount of dragon energy, and can turn barren land into fertile land.

"Reclamation Order!"

"It's a reclamation order!"

Looking at the token suspended in the luck and suppressing the eight directions, a happy light suddenly shot out from Situ Xing's eyes.

This token has a strong power of order, as well as the dragon energy of Daqian, and has the right to command the gods of mountains and forests.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Situ Xing feels that there is some kind of faint connection between him and the land under his feet, and the mountains and rivers in the distance, as if there is a force surging underground, like a big river.

"Earthly!"

"This is the power of the earth's qi!"

Situ Xing quietly felt the surge, and said secretly in his heart.

The surging and steady earth qi, the earth qi is like water, and it is like a walking bead, running through the mountains and rivers. One of the Yin and Yang families, the Kanyu family, is based on the cessation of the local qi and the search for the dragon point.

However, although the reclamation order can make the mountains and rivers become friendly with the leylines, the more important role is reclamation.

In the great dry world, Shinto is prosperous, the mountains have mountain gods, and the earth has earth gods. Only after worshipping the gods and obtaining their approval can the peasants reclaim the mountains and wastelands into fertile land.

It is precisely because of this situation that when the land is reclaimed, the countryside will often invite sorcerers or goddesses to psychic and worship various ghosts and gods.

Or ask the farmer to use the farmer's supernatural powers to open up the field.

The farmer respects the ancient Shennong, is proficient in the art of grains, and pursues the creed of "the earth is all things, Shennong is immortal, the prince and the prince, and the prince is rather a kind".

Peasant disciples are all over the world, and there are many rangers and hermits. There are many upright and chivalrous disciples of the peasant family, but their whereabouts are unpredictable, they hide in the fields and markets for a long time, and do not seek to reach the princes, and they are the largest number of disciples among the hundreds of princes.

Most of the peasant disciples were born in poverty, which was very close to the Mojia, the representative sect of the anti-Qin alliance, so they could actually win friends rather than enemies in the future actions of the anti-Qin alliance.

But with this reclamation order, all the problems will be solved, as long as Situ Xing activates the power on the token, he can command the god of mountains and rivers.

The commander looked at Situ Xing, who closed his eyes and thought about it, and his eyes showed satisfaction. After a slight nod, the figure slowly became illusory.

Seeing that the figure of the commander completely disappeared into the light curtain, Wu Qi's bent body slowly straightened, the humility on his face disappeared, and he coughed a few times, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

Looking at Situ Xing, who quietly comprehended the "Book of Shang Jun", Wu Qi's eyes showed envy, and there was a trace of jealousy that was well concealed. With a faint sigh, Wu Qi walked to the window and watched the drizzle falling from the sky. His eyes were dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Lord Wu, haven't left yet?"

Situ Xing's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he asked in some surprise.

"You're really careful, you've been sober for a long time, and you can endure it until now?"

Wu Qi coughed lightly a few times, a trace of disdain rose at the corner of his mouth, and said with some mockery.

"They are all disciples of the Legalists, so naturally this official will not assassinate you. ”

"What the adults teach!"

The students were used to being cautious, which made the adults laugh. ”

Situ Xing smiled and saluted, but the defensive look in his eyes did not weaken by half a point.

"It's really cautious, and maybe that's why the Commander Envoy thinks so highly of you. ”

Wu Qi looked at Situ Xing, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of envy.

"Biqing Lao Dao has not left Zhibei County, he is now recuperating in a secret place. ”

"This information is a gift from my senior brother. The small skill of destroying the nest will add a lot of color to you. ”

Wu Qi looked at Situ Xing, and felt a little displeased in his heart, this junior brother seems to be shrewd and knows how to make good use of people, but he is too suspicious, a bit like Cao Cao, Emperor Wu of Wei, no one trusts him except himself.

But he had to admit in his heart that only such a person could gain a foothold in the deceitful officialdom. I'm afraid this is one of the main reasons why the commander makes the adults look favorably about him.

"Lord Xie Wu. ”

Situ Xing thought of Biqing Lao Dao, and his eyes suddenly became deep.

Destroying Biqing, completely severing the inheritance of Yuqing Dao in Zhibei County, and deterring other Xiaoxiao, should be a great achievement according to the care.

But Situ can only get a small merit, why?

To put it bluntly, the strength is still not enough!

Officialdom or society is about rules and strength.

For the same life, the people donate money and their lives to their children and grandchildren, and the soldiers sacrifice themselves, but they are only worth ten taels of silver. On the contrary, people are accustomed to it, and if they refuse to give their lives, they will be forced to look at them, which is called Diao people.

If the school lieutenant county order wants to have such a feat, it will be called a loyal martyr, and the court will be praised.

If you want to talk about the prefect, let alone donate your life, you can be more diligent, not bad, or a little more honest, and you will already have meritorious service to the country.

If the governor is the prince of Zaifu, he does not need to be really honest, capable, meritorious, and diligent, and a single loyalty is enough to win the emperor's name in history.

Even in terms of merit, there is a difference.

When Situ was reading the history books, there was such a record that when Daqian Taizu was fighting for the dragon, he was once trapped in a lonely city, shaped like a dangerous egg, and extremely dangerous.

There is a big-headed soldier, because he was born in the mountains and wilderness, he is very familiar with the country roads, and he volunteered to protect Taizu to break through.

On the way to break through, Taizu blocked two swords, and it was because of the bravery of this soldier that Taizu did not fall.

That's why we have the current big job.

According to reason, the merit is greater than the rescue!

If it is the governor Zaifu, he can be crowned king by virtue of this skill.

However, because the status of this soldier was too humble, not only did he not receive a reward, but people unanimously recommended that Taizu put him to death.

Later, it was Taizu who was kind-hearted and saved this soldier.

That's it, when this soldier died in battle, he was only nine grades.

Fortunately, Situ has a meritorious reputation, which is different from the white body, so he has a small merit.

However, Situ did not complain. I don't feel that the credit is too small.

From the perspective of the public, the killing of Biqing Lao Dao will draw a successful end to the matter of Yuqingguan. From a private point of view, Biqing Lao Dao has a big enmity with him, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, and he may fight back at any time.

In public and private, this Biqing old man is the person he will kill.

"I am disturbed that he is not dead. ”

Looking at the evil qi lingering all over his body, the sharp edge was exposed, as if the sword was out of the sheath, a smile slowly rose on the corner of Wu Qi's mouth, and this smile became bigger and bigger.

"Killing decisively, this is the person in my generation. ”

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The night became more and more gloomy, the moon hung like a silver hook in the sky, the drizzle flew in the cold wind, and the trees and flowers became brighter and brighter under the rain.

A manor made of bluestones, like a sleeping beast, quietly lying between the ups and downs of the mountains.

The night was already deep, and only a few houses had lights shining out, and Biqing Lao Dao sat on the Taishi chair with a pale face, with a tired face.

Several young Taoist priests stood beside him cautiously, secretly checking his expression with the peripheral light of their eyes from time to time, for fear of angering and suffering from the pond fish.

"There is no news from the Patriarch Blessed Land yet?"

Biqing Laodao's fingers quickly hit the table, and asked a little irritably.

"Abbot, not yet. The patriarch never replied. ”

A little Taoist priest next to him said stubbornly.

"Then contact again, and be sure to get accurate information. The blessed land patriarch is the foundation of my sect, and there must be nothing to do. ”

Maybe because he hasn't rested, Biqing Laodao's eyes look a little scarlet, indescribably terrifying.

The little Taoist priest was so frightened by him that his face suddenly turned pale. regressed resignedly, because his mind was not guarded, and he almost tripped over the threshold.

This made the already depressed Biqing Lao Dao more and more dry.

"Abbot, the foundation of the spell comes from the blessing of the blessed land patriarch, in recent days, the power of the disciples' spells has been greatly reduced, and I think there may be a problem with the ancestor blessed land. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest saw Biqing's violent expression, as if he was an angry tiger, although he was frightened in his heart, he couldn't bite the bullet and said, "The blessed land ancestor is a powerful and unparalleled powerhouse, how can he fall?"

"What we need to do now is to contact the patriarch as soon as possible and know the specific situation of the blessed land. ”

Biqing Lao Dao's eyes were wide open, his whole body was tumbling with qi and blood, and he said a little hysterically.

"No!"

Seeing that Biqing was emotional, the middle-aged Taoist priest didn't dare to be overly excited, so he hurriedly replied.

A bamboo hat, dressed in a cloth, seems to be an old man who fishes, and like a person in a cloth described in an ancient poem. Slowly appearing outside the door of the house, a Taoist priest who patrols the night subconsciously shouted.

"Who!"

The face of the clothed man was obscured by the hat, and his eyes could not be seen, but the Taoist priest still saw a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.