I understand what Professor Han meant, extraordinary things naturally need to be done in extraordinary ways, if we can really go back to the era of Chiyou's survival and stop that terrible sacrifice, Chiyou's brother will not die with hatred, then today's tragedy will not happen.

Director Qin and Director Luo didn't know about She Zhijie, so they didn't understand our conversation very much, but the eyes of several old professors were all fixed on the four rings on my left hand.

"OMG! How...... Why is there another She Ring! Didn't they have three before? ”

The first person who noticed the ring on my left ring finger was Lao Han, who had just taken a sip of water, but when he squinted, he happened to see the ring on my hand, and sprayed the water in his mouth directly on the body of the old glasses on the side.

Immediately, everyone looked at my hand and exclaimed.

"This ......, young man. What the hell is going on? ”

"Yes! Where did this ring come from? ”

I know that these antiques are fishing, and they have lived to this age, and they have long been distracted—except for antiques.

"That's ......"

I briefly told me about last night's experience, and before I finished speaking, not only a few professors, but even Director Qin and Director Luo, who had always been very calm, became dumbfounded.

"And so much more! It's really ...... creation."

"It's incredible......"

Calming down, the old glasses muttered, "I don't know what magical ability this She Ring has?" ”

I smiled wryly: "I didn't dare to try ...... either"

Hearing that my uncle was resting in the dormitory in the backyard of the institute, Director Qin must have asked me to invite him here to hear what my uncle had to say.

Hao Minyuan also gave me a look.

I get the meaning! Picking it up, Director Luo's level is several levels higher than that of the director of a district police station, although he doesn't say that he is flattering, he will unconsciously curry favor with the leader.

Most officialdom is like this!

Ten minutes later, my uncle walked into the director's office with a haggard face, and on the way he clearly told me that he would do his best to help with this, not for our police station, or for my eldest nephew.

His purpose is very simple, to say that it is to do a good job of Mr. Yin and Yang, and to put it in detail, it is actually the duty of the Yellow River patrolman.

As the last Yellow River patrolman, my uncle knew what he had to do, and he was always ready to give everything to the Yellow River.

Seeing the uncle walk in, everyone stood up, including both Director Qin and the old glasses.

Later, the old glasses told me that these people respect the traditional Chinese Mr. Yin and Yang and the word and hexagram from the bottom of their hearts, and they have always believed that this kind of person is the person who truly inherits the classic traditional culture of our country.

The so-called master is in the folk, and what he said is actually a truth.

The uncle just looked very tired, and after entering the house, he walked directly to the empty sofa and sat down, picked up the water on the coffee table and drank it all.

"Since you believe in my old man, let's take my old bones this time!"

Director Qin and the old glasses didn't seem to understand the meaning of the uncle's words, so they had to laugh together and wait for the uncle to continue.

"How much do you know about the Yellow River?"

Uncle wiped his lips: "That's it!" Let me first tell you a story that has been passed down from generation to generation by our Yellow River patrollers! ”

Once upon a time, the ancient Yellow River was a wild horse that was difficult to tame, running like a grinning monster with bared teeth, roaring day and night, surging and devouring thousands of acres of fertile land. Biting on tens of millions of mountains, the Hui and Han people on both sides of the Yellow River can only live a life of slash-and-burn cultivation at the top of the mountain and the bottom of the ditch.

At that time, the two sides of the Yellow River were not a plain with a flat river, but green hills overlapping, ravines were vertical and horizontal, and there was not a flat field, and no field could be filled with the water of the Yellow River.

Legend has it that there are several Hui and Han families living on Niushou Mountain, and their older generations carry water at the bottom of the mountain and farm on the top of the mountain. The old and the young are busy non-stop, but they can't eat enough, they can't wear clothes, and no one can stand this kind of torture for a long time.

One year, an old man in his seventies named Erde opened an orchard on the mountain and planted some cucumbers. He got up early every day and went to the Yellow River to fetch water and water cucumbers, his shoulders were swollen, the soles of his feet were peeled, and he carefully cultivated cucumbers, which grew tender and sweet.

On this day, the old man was tired and fell asleep on the gate of the vegetable garden.

As soon as he fell asleep, he dreamed of a white cloud floating in the sky, and gradually the white cloud turned into a white-bearded imam, shaking his silver beard, and said to Elder: "There are two strong winds today, and you should pay attention." At noon, there is a yellow wind that can blow the cucumbers and wilt; There was a black wind in the aftermath that could make the cucumber fall. No matter how windy it is, you don't want to pick the cucumbers.

The old man woke up and saw that the white-bearded imam was gone, but he saw that the yellow wind from the north was overwhelming, and it blew to Niushou Mountain in an instant. The old man looked at the cucumbers carefully, and sure enough, they wilted one by one, and he was very sad in his heart, a year of blood and sweat was in vain, but as soon as he remembered the words of the white-bearded imam, he did not move.

At the end of the day, a black wind blew and shook the mountains, and the leaves fell layer after layer. When the old man saw that the cucumber was about to hit the ground, he was so angry that he picked off a wilted and small cucumber and threw it into the Yellow River.

The Yellow River immediately broke a line.

Like a fairy cutting with a knife, he clearly saw the bottom of the river, and when the old man pounced down, the river "roared" and came together again. The old man was tired and hungry, sitting on the riverbank, blinking his eyes, dancing with golden flowers, dizzy and dazed, and he didn't know anything.

At this time, the old man heard the white-bearded imam say, "This cucumber is the key to conquering the Yellow River, it can cut off the Yellow River, and it can also make the Yellow River listen to people."

But now the Yellow River is called the Yellow Wind and the Black Wind, and the two Ibilis are tossing and suffering. You can't be anxious, you have to be patient, you have to work harder. Next year, you plant another garden of cucumbers, and when the cucumbers are ripe, you pick the largest one and throw it into the Yellow River.

At that time, you walked into the cave at the bottom of the river, you picked the jewels, you took the grain, and there was a sword to slay the dragon and kill the demons, tame the Yellow River, and wherever you pointed, the water of the Yellow River flowed. ”

In the second year, the industrious old man planted another garden of cucumbers, he was not afraid of the long road, did not hesitate to sweat, and carried water from the Yellow River to water the melons. The hard work paid off, and in the end, a three-foot-long cucumber grew in the garden, which looked like a key.

The old man happily slept in the melon orchard day and night, waiting until the melons were ripe.

On this day, the weather was so sunny that there were no clouds. The old man picked off the three-foot-long cucumber, recited "Tai Si Mi", and threw it into the Yellow River.

At this time, only the roar of the Yellow River was heard, and the stones at the bottom of the river that cracked a long crack could be seen clearly.

The old man went down to the bottom of the river, and saw a hole against the bank of the river, and there were all kinds of pearls and agate in the hole. The old man took some, and when he just went out, he heard a storm roaring, and for a moment the waves on the river were rolling, wave after wave. Keep your books in stock

The old man picked up his sword and slashed dozens of swords left and right at the black whirlwind and the yellow whirlwind. After a while, the black and yellow winds blew out of the sky.

At this time, the fractures of the Yellow River gradually tightened. The old man remembered the white-bearded imam's instruction that this sword could conquer the Yellow River, and his heart brightened, and he thought: I will make the Yellow River fill the ditches and silt up the mountain beams.

The old man held two swords and slashed down at the Yellow River, and the water of the Yellow River immediately stopped flowing, as if a Great Wall was blocked in front of him, but it was rising steadily, and it looked really scary from a distance.

Three days later, as far south as Liupan Mountain and west as Helan Mountain, there was water everywhere, leaving only a few peaks. Only then did the old man draw his sword and let the water of the Yellow River flow forward.

Since then, most of the places on both sides of the Yellow River, where the mountains and ravines are deep, have become a flat river, and the Hui and Han people living on both sides of the Yellow River have relied on their own industrious hands to dig canals and make fields, and live a happy life.

I don't know why, the uncle at this time became very excited, and he talked a lot.

After speaking, he looked around with a smile: "What did you hear?" ”

Everyone stared wide-eyed, no one understood what the uncle told this story and asked what this sentence meant, and the scene was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Uncle! There are too many such myths and stories, which are nothing more than a reflection of the fact that the working people of our country are not afraid of hardships and refuse to bow to fate......"

Before I could finish speaking, my uncle shook his head and smiled: "That's it! I'll tell you a story that my uncle might be familiar with! ”

When Dayu governed the Yellow River, there were three treasures, one was the river map; the second is the mountain axe; The third is the water sword. Legend has it that the river map was given to Dayu by the Yellow River water god Hebo.

In ancient times, there was a man named Feng Yi on the side of the Yellow River, in today's words, he was a swinger, he was not at ease with farming, and he wanted to become an immortal. He had heard that a person who drank the juice of daffodils for a hundred days could turn into immortal bodies. in

Yes, I look for daffodils everywhere.

Before Dayu governed the Yellow River, the Yellow River flowed to the Central Plains, there was no fixed river, it flowed everywhere, and it often flooded. There are seven strands and eight channels on the ground, and the ditches and ditches are all the water of the Yellow River.

Feng Yi ran around looking for daffodils, so he often crossed the Yellow River, crossed the Yellow River, crossed the Yellow River, and often dealt with the Yellow River. Ninety-nine days have passed in a blink of an eye, find another daffodil, suck the juice of the daffodils for a day, and you will become a fairy.

Feng Yi was very proud, and crossed the Yellow River to a small village to look for daffodils. The water here is not deep, Feng Yi waded across the river, and when he reached the middle of the river, suddenly the river rose. He panicked, slipped under his feet, fell into the Yellow River, and drowned alive.

After Feng Yi died, he was full of grievances and grievances, gritted his teeth and hated the Yellow River, so he went to the Jade Emperor to sue the Yellow River. The Jade Emperor was also very annoyed when he heard that the Yellow River was undisciplined, and that it was spreading wild everywhere, endangering the people.

He saw that Feng Yi had sucked the juice of daffodils for ninety-nine days, and it was time to become an immortal, so he asked Feng Yi if he was willing to be the god of water in the Yellow River and govern the Yellow River. Feng Yi was overjoyed. Full of promises. This is the wish to become an immortal, and the second is to avenge being drowned.

Feng Yi became the water god of the Yellow River, known as Hebo. He had never been subjected to water control, and he suddenly took on the task of controlling the Yellow River, and he was helpless and worried.

What to do? He is shallow, and he doesn't have any magic weapons and immortal skills, so he has to go to the Jade Emperor to ask for advice. The Jade Emperor told him that in order to manage the Yellow River well, it is necessary to first find out the water situation of the Yellow River and draw a river map.

According to the guidance of the Jade Emperor, Hebo was determined to draw a river map, and he went to his hometown first, wanting to ask the villagers for help. The villagers hated him for being lazy and hardworking, and no one paid attention to him. He found the old man in the village and told him about his ambition to control the Yellow River. When the old man saw that he was now an immortal and wanted to do something good for the people, he agreed to help him.

Since then, Hebo and the old man have come and gone in the rain, trekking through mountains and rivers, and inspecting the water situation of the Yellow River. The two of them ran for several years, and the old man was tired.

Later, the old man had to go back, leaving Hebo to continue to inspect the water situation along the Yellow River. When they broke up, Hou Laohan repeatedly instructed Hebo to do his job to the end, not to give up halfway, and to start to control the Yellow River after drawing a picture, but there were not enough people, so he persuaded the villagers to help.

Checking the water situation and drawing a map of the river is a chore. By the time Hebo drew the river picture, he was already old and frail. He Bo looked at the river map, where is the Yellow River deep and where is shallow; Where it is good to rush the embankment, where it is easy to break the pass; Where to dig, where to block; Where the water can be cut off, where the flood can be drained, the painting is clear.

I can only sigh that I don't have the strength to manage the Yellow River according to the map, and I am very sad. He Bo thought that one day there would be capable people to govern the Yellow River, and at that time, he would not worry in vain if he gave him the river map.

Since then, Hebo has spent his old age under the Yellow River and has never shown up again. Unexpectedly, the Yellow River rose again and again and flooded repeatedly. The people knew that the Jade Emperor sent Hebo to control the water, but they didn't see him, and they all scolded Hebo for not doing his duty, regardless of whether the people lived or died.

The old man looked forward to Hebo every day on the hospital bed, and he didn't see each other for many years. He was not at ease about the management of the Yellow River, and wanted to go to Hebo. His son's name is Yi, and he shoots arrows with a hundred shots. No matter what the old man said, Yi didn't let him go to Hebo.

Later, the old man did not listen to his son's dissuasion, but when he encountered the breach of the Yellow River, he was washed away and drowned, and his body was not even found. Hou Yi hated Hebo very much, gritted his teeth and said that he would shoot Hebo to death sooner or later.

Later, when Dayu came out to control the water, Hebo decided to give him the Yellow River map.

On this day, Hebo heard that Dayu came to the Yellow River with a mountain axe and a sword to avoid water, so he came out of the water with a river map to find Dayu. Hebo and Dayu have never met, and no one knows anyone. He Bo walked for a long time, and was so tired that he wanted to take a rest, when he saw a young man walking on the other side of the river. This young man is heroic and majestic, presumably Dayu, and Hebo shouted and asked: "Hey, who are you?" ”

The young man on the other side is not Dayu, but Houyi. He looked up and saw an old man on the other side of the river shouting, so he asked, "Who are you?" ”

He Bo said in a loud voice, "I am Hebo." Are you Dayu? ”

When Hou Yi heard that it was Hebo, he immediately became angry, sneered, and said, "I am Dayu." As he spoke, he opened his bow and arrow, and without asking about the indiscriminate, he "swished" an arrow and shot Hebo in the left eye. Hebo pulled out an arrow to cover his eyes, sweating in pain. scolded in his heart: "Bastard Dayu, so unreasonable!" The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he tore up the water picture.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came: "Hebo! Don't tear the picture. ”

He Bo couldn't bear to look with his right eye, and a man wearing a hat on the other side stopped Hou Yi. This person is Dayu, he knows that Hebo has drawn a map of the Yellow River, and he is about to ask Hebo for advice.

Hou Yi pushed Dayu away, and wanted to take an arrow and open a bow. Dayu dragged him to death and told him about the hardships of Hebo's drawing, and Hou Yi regretted that he was reckless and shot Hebo's left eye.

Hou Yi crossed the river with Dayu. Hou Yi confessed his mistake to Hebo. Hebo knew that Hou Yi was the son of Hou Laohan, and he didn't blame him much. Dayu said to Hebo: "I am Dayu, and I came to you to ask for advice on how to govern the Yellow River." ”

He Bo said: "My hard work and the method of controlling the river are all on this map, so I will give it to you now." ”

Dayu exhibition map to see, the map is densely packed, circles dotted, the Yellow River up and down, left and right, the water situation is clearly drawn. Dayu was very happy. He wanted to thank Hebo, as soon as he looked up, Hebo had long since disappeared when he jumped into the Yellow River.

Dayu got the water map of the Yellow River, day and night, according to the instructions on the map, and finally governed the Yellow River.

After the story was told, it seemed that Professor Han smiled and said: "For those who study history, I have heard similar legends!" It is nothing more than a side expression of the ancients' cognitive process of all things in the world. ”

Uncle laughed again.

"Don't you think it's strange?"

"Strange?"

"These legends about the Yellow River all carry swords with magical powers, and it was the ancient heroic characters who tamed the Yellow River with this divine ice blade, and later the Yellow River became the so-called mother river, and then there was a splendid Yanhuang civilization."

"You mean to say that in ancient times there was a mysterious force that intervened in the evolution of everything on Earth?"

The uncle did not directly answer the words of the old glasses, but said lightly: "Thousands of years ago, there were twelve river patrols in the Yellow River, and now only one of my surname is Song, and all the shocking secrets about the Yellow River, if I don't tell them, I am afraid that they will be forever sealed in the dust of time - the Yellow River is actually not a river!" ”