strictlysupreme Chapter 207 King Wen pulled the boat eight steps, and the Zhou Dynasty enjoyed eight years of peace.
Chapter 207 King Wen pulled the boat eight steps, and the Zhou Dynasty enjoyed eight years of peace.
King Wen chuckled and continued to ask:
"How do you catch fish without using a curved hook?"
Jiang Ziya glanced at King Wen and said in a deep voice:
"A hook is a sharp weapon; if your intention is not to catch fish, why harm them?"
"All living things thrive and should not be taken away at will. If fishing with spears and nets continues, the fish will eventually disperse, and there will be no profit to be made."
These few words encapsulate the principles of governing a country and caring for its people.
This coincided with King Wen's thoughts, and he immediately bowed even more respectfully and asked:
"Sir, may I ask your name?"
Jiang Ziya saw the fishing line twitch violently, the tip of the rod jerking sharply. He yanked the rod high, gripping the struggling fish on the line, and turned to King Wen, saying:
"I am Jiang Shang, courtesy name Ziya, also known as Flying Bear."
Upon hearing this, King Wen became even more certain that the person before him was the great advisor he had been searching for.
He stepped forward devoutly and bowed his head, saying:
“Sir, you are a man of great talent. I hope you will come down the mountain with me and assist me in governing Xiqi.”
When King Wen's attendants saw him being so humble, they rushed to help him up, but Ji Chang pushed them away. Having made up his mind, he was determined not to give up.
Jiang Ziya saw this scene.
The fishing rod has been put away.
Those who are willing have taken the bait.
He pretended to be tired and massaged his shoulders and legs, saying:
“I am seventy-two years old and often sit in Panxi. My legs are not very strong.”
Upon hearing this, King Wen of Zhou harbored no resentment whatsoever, bowed respectfully, and sincerely invited him:
“Then I will carry you down the mountain.”
"No!" The servants' faces changed drastically. "Absolutely not!"
The old man did not know that the person in front of him was King Wen of Xiqi, but did they know that a king would lower himself for someone with a bit of eloquence?
Their obstruction did not change King Wen's mind.
He instructed the servants:
"Bring the carriage here."
The attendants hurriedly went to the main road and stopped the carriage at Panxi.
King Wen of Zhou was also frail and weak. After carrying Jiang Ziya on his back, he was too weak to get up. With the careful support of his attendants, he staggered and walked more than two hundred steps westward. He managed to reach the chariot before suddenly collapsing to the ground.
King Wen wiped the sweat from his brow and laughed:
"We have fulfilled our mission and brought the gentleman out."
Jiang Ziya looked around, then suddenly shook his head and said:
"You're going in the wrong direction."
He pointed to the opposite east and said:
"Go there."
At this point, King Wen had already done his best, but he was still eager to find a worthy man. He gritted his teeth and invited Jiang Ziya onto the chariot, waving away the attendants and hanging the chariot rope on his shoulder himself.
They headed east, taking breaks along the way.
Just now, he carried Jiang Ziya 275 steps westward.
"Let's do it, let me pull it."
The attendants, seeing that King Wen and Jiang Ziya were not much different in age, gritted their teeth and pulled the old man step by step.
In contrast, Jiang Ziya sat calmly on the chariot, without the slightest unease, and closed his eyes with a clear conscience.
King Wen shook his head.
He no longer had the strength to speak; only the will in his chest compelled him to keep moving forward.
Even he didn't know how many steps he had taken.
Now, before collapsing to the ground from exhaustion and having no strength left to walk, he walked 514 steps eastward.
Jiang Ziya stepped down from the chariot and looked at King Wen, whose lips had turned pale, as he still struggled to open his eyes and speak to him:
"Sir, I hope you will come out of the mountains to assist Xiqi."
Jiang Ziya finally smiled.
He stepped forward, knelt on one knee before King Wen of Zhou, and bowed, saying:
"Your subject, Jiang Ziya, is willing to follow my lord."
King Wen of Zhou was overjoyed upon hearing this.
He was treated with the highest honors of the nation, and declared to the assembled civil and military officials:
"This is the Prime Minister of my Great Zhou!"
Jiang Ziya fished at Panxi, and those who were willing took the bait.
King Wen of Zhou dreamt of a flying tiger, foretelling that he would soon encounter a talented individual.
At this moment, Jiang Ziya finally caught a king after sitting alone for seven years.
He bowed and said:
"King Wen pulled the boat eight hundred steps, and the Zhou Dynasty lasted for eight hundred years."
As soon as this word comes out,
King Wen of Zhou suddenly stood up, no longer panting, and full of energy, respectfully invited Jiang Ziya to the carriage.
"Sir, please get in the car quickly, I can take you for a ride around the capital of Xiqi."
……
Yang Jiao stared at the Investiture of the Gods for a long time; the rules in Heaven were numerous and complex.
But you can't just wander around.
I wonder where Yang Jian and Yang Chan are now.
She was worried about it, but she couldn't leave the Heavenly Court, so she had to think of a way.
suddenly,
She inappropriately recalled that her third sister, that blond-haired girl, had been releasing sky lanterns every day to deliver messages after Yang Chan was imprisoned.
This caused my younger brother Yang Jian to stand at the entrance of the Judicial Hall and shine a spotlight whenever he had nothing to do.
Maybe I can be like that too?
The only problem is that while the lights are flying into the sky, you still have to throw some things back down to the ground.
Yang Jiao searched for a while and found her mother's magic artifact behind the palace. It looked like the lightning-repelling bead that she had used to set up the formation for herself last time.
She was overjoyed immediately.
"Have it!"
Yang Jiao picked up a pen and wrote on the paper that she and her mother were well, and instructed Yang Jian not to seek revenge, and even more so not to split Peach Mountain, and to take good care of her father so that he would not die, and that their family's good days were yet to come.
Then, still not entirely reassured, he wrote another copy for the Goddess Nuwa.
"When we performed the Blood Sea Ceremony, Your Majesty promised to help Jiao'er once. Now that Yang Jiao is in heaven, my brother and sister-in-law have no one to take care of them. I hope Your Majesty will look after them. I am deeply grateful."
Finished.
She threw the two balls towards Nuwa Palace and Jinxia Cave on Yuquan Mountain, respectively.
Only then did he feel relieved enough to return to the palace.
……
Nether.
Yang Jian and his sister accompanied Yu Ding Zhenren all the way to Jinxia Cave.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I asked:
"Master, why can't we just ride the cloud back?"
Master Yuding fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. Finally, he covered the lower half of his face and whispered:
“Walking back shows piety.”
Yang Jian was extremely anxious. He only knew that his father had been rescued, but there was still no news of his mother and sister.
He grabbed Jade Cauldron Immortal and shook him repeatedly:
"Master, I beg you to quickly teach me the supreme martial arts so that I can rescue my mother and sister!"
Master Yu Ding pointed to the books filling his cave dwelling and raised his chin:
"You're taller than your teacher now, stop shaking, stop shaking, go choose, whichever one you like, learn that one."
The little white dog at my feet was barking.
Just then, it twitched its nose, suddenly sensed something, and turned to run outside.
Its feet climbed the stone wall, and it bit the ball in mid-air.
Wang Wang Wang!
It carried the ball into the hole and spat it out right in front of Yang Jian.
The damp paper stuck to the lightning rod.
Yang Jian was initially somewhat disgusted, but upon closer inspection, he realized it belonged to his mother and still bore his sister's scent.
I picked it up immediately and gently tore it open to take a look.
Mother... Sister... Revenge... Die... Split Peach Mountain...
Pain flashed in his eyes.
Looking at the sky, hatred surged within him:
"I must avenge my mother and sister!"