Chapter 68 Riddle Poem
The black on the horizon gradually disappeared, replaced by bits and pieces of white.
This means a new day has begun.
Because there were no wooden boards or anything like that at home, and it was winter, brothers Lian Jing and Lian Qin carried baskets and tools up the mountain, hoping to find something useful there.
As for the Lian family, the other five except little Philo were still practicing martial arts as they did yesterday. Little Philo was still sleeping soundly in bed and having sweet dreams.
Today, little Philo did not read in the study, but took a notebook from the study and sat on the doorstep of the kitchen to read.
I didn't think much of it at first, but the more I watched, the more interesting it became.
Gradually, Lian Philo was attracted by the contents of the book and immersed himself in it.
Lian Jing took Lian Qin up the mountain, found some dead branches and firewood, and then began to dig the soil in the mountain with great effort.
It was not until the afternoon that the Lian Jing brothers came back with their backpacks.
After tinkering around under the eaves for a while, he finally made a big sand pan.
While the two of them were fiddling with the sand pan, Lian Philo stood not far away and watched.
Watching the sand plate gradually take shape, Lian Feiluo couldn't help but marvel at the wisdom of the ancients. Her brother simply described it, and her father and uncle made it.
Moreover, this sand tray was not small. Although it was only half the width of the eaves, it was as long as the entire room. With such a sand tray, it seemed possible for the six of them to stand there and write at the same time.
Looking at this sand tray, Lian Feiluo felt that her brother would definitely be happy.
really.
After Lian Jing and Lian Qin finished their work, the two brothers murmured to each other for a while. Then, in front of Lian Qin's shocked gaze, Lian Jing shouted towards the study: "Third brother, come out and see if this sand plate is finished."
Hearing his father's call, Lian Mingli rushed out of the study, came to the sand tray, walked back and forth twice, and finally touched his chin and said, "Okay. Father, when can we start?"
"It's better to choose a day than to choose a day, so let's do it today. Your uncle and I will listen too."
"Okay."
Lian Mingli immediately came to his sister Xiao Feiluo and asked in a low voice: "Sister, this thirty-six..."
Lian Feiluo couldn't help but look up and rolled his eyes at him and said, "Brother, please do it for me. You are the young master."
"hey-hey…"
Lian Mingli just chuckled twice without saying anything. For this wonderful fate, he decided to create an organization to protect his delicate and soft sister.
At the same time, Xu Yuzhu quickly closed the courtyard door, bolted it, and then went under the eaves.
At this moment, everyone in the Lian family, young and old, gathered around the sand tray, their eyes filled with confusion, curiosity, and surprise...
Seeing that everyone was present, Lian Jing said in a deep voice: "No matter what you see or hear from now on, you must not tell anyone else! Remember as much as you can. If you can't remember, ask me. However, you cannot write it down with pen and paper to avoid trouble. Remember?"
Seeing the smiling Lian Jing's serious expression, both those who knew and those who didn't know nodded solemnly and whispered, "Remember."
"Okay, third brother, let's start."
"Yes, father."
"What I am about to talk about is related to fighting the enemy, which I call the strategy of war."
Lian Mingli looked at everyone seriously and said, "Let me start by saying something. It's best to remember this. Sixty-six is thirty-six. There is technique in numbers, and numbers in techniques. Yin and Yang are in harmony, and the key lies within. The key cannot be set, and if you set it, it won't work."
"The six-six-thirty-six here actually refers to the Thirty-Six Stratagems. Arranged by the names of the strategies, there are six sets in total, and each set has six strategies, so the total is six-six-thirty-six."
"These Thirty-Six Stratagems can be summed up in one poem: Gold and Jade Tan Gong's Stratagems, used to capture robbers; Fish and snakes laugh in the sea; Sheep and tigers are separated by peach and mulberry trees; A fool runs away in the dark; An empty cauldron suffers a distant guest; A beautiful corpse lies on the roof beam; Strike Wei and attack Guo."
When Lian Mingli said this, Lian Jing was shocked and muttered, "How could this be?"
Xu Yuzhu, who was standing next to him, also looked at her youngest son with wide eyes: "Li'er, the poem you mentioned is the Thirty-Six Stratagems you mentioned."
Lian Mingli's intuition told him that his parents must have seen this poem, so he asked: "Mom, yes. Mom, have you seen this poem?"
"Yes, I have. But this poem is on a painting. I didn't expect it to be..."
Lian Qin suddenly thought of something and looked up at his nephew and asked, "Mingli, I've heard a poem that's similar to what you just said. Let me read it to you."
As he spoke, Lian Qin muttered to himself, "The worst strategy is to borrow gold and jade to capture the thief with a finger; grass carp laughs in the sea, goat is struck in the peach; the fool runs away in the dark tree, the empty pot suffers the distant traveler; the corpse is stuck on the roof beam, separating the states of Wei and Guo from each other and destroying them."
Hearing this, Lian Mingli's eyes widened, and then he asked: "Uncle, where did you hear this poem from?"
"One time, I went out with your father to buy some goods, and we met a strange man on the road. He kept repeating this poem. He was crazy, so we didn't pay much attention to him. But I did remember the poem."
Lian Jing suddenly said, "These two poems express the same idea. Does that mean that this military strategy can actually be cracked?"
"Sir, since we can crack it, what were those people fighting for back then?"
Jiang Yun's face turned pale as she continued, "That's right. My brother from my mother's side almost died because of this. Fortunately, General Xu came to his rescue."
Lian Mingli took a deep breath and said, "These two poems actually mean the same thing, which is sixty-six thirty-six."
"What!"
“It really is!”
Lian Mingli explained, "Yes. These thirty-six strategies are divided into six sets: strategies for victory, strategies for defeating the enemy, strategies for attacking, strategies for mixed battles, strategies for joint battles, and strategies for defeating the enemy. The first three sets are strategies for when you are in an advantageous position, while the last three sets are strategies for when you are in a disadvantageous position."
"Each strategy is derived from the principles of yin and yang, and the ancient military philosophy of the mutual transformation of opposing relationships, such as hardness and softness, odd and even, attack and defense, enemy and self, reality and illusion, and host and guest."
Seeing that no one spoke, Lian Mingli took a dry branch and wrote out the first paragraph of his speech on a plate of sand. Then he continued, "There are techniques in numbers, and numbers in techniques. This means that there are strategies hidden in these numbers, and vice versa."
"And this harmony of yin and yang holds opportunity. Opportunities cannot be set, and if set, they will fail. It means that yin and yang must be in harmony with each other, and when opportunity arises, they can complement each other. When opportunity arises, you may not be fully prepared, but if you don't act now and wait until you are fully prepared, you may lose the opportunity."
After Lian Mingli finished speaking, he looked at the few people who seemed to understand but not quite, and said softly: "Write this paragraph down first. You will understand it after thinking about it a few times. As for the two poems, it would be best if you can remember them, but remembering one will also be fine."
After saying this, Lian Mingli wrote both poems on a sand plate.
Looking at the two poems written by Lian Mingli, the couples Lian Jing and Lian Qin felt a surge of shock in their hearts. They had not expected that such a big secret was hidden in these poems.
Back then, when those people were fighting to obtain this so-called military strategy that could protect the country and its ministers, they fought back and forth continuously, with hidden targets everywhere, and it was almost like a river of blood...
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