Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Xie Bu Ruo casually asked, "Is there any reward for solving this puzzle?"

The male servant smiled and nodded: "Yes, young master. The old master originally intended to use this topic to make friends with talented people from all over the world."

Xie Bu Ruo listened to him and immediately became interested.

He was very interested in the prize.

As for making friends? Absolutely not!

This question describes how Guimei (归妹) reaches Wuwang (无妄), and it also limits the number of steps.

Xie Bushu did some mental calculations and realized that the usual route was definitely not feasible.

Although he had read some introductory books on the I Ching and wanted to deduce the changes in the hexagrams, he was still far from being able to do so.

After a short while, my computing power was exhausted, and my head was spinning.

Just as he was about to ask Wang Yuyan for help from the sidelines, he turned around and saw that she had already fallen asleep with her head down.

Then look at Mu Wanqing, who is twirling her chopsticks next to her.

Knowing that her education level was even lower than his own, he figured asking her would be pointless.

Xie Bu Ru thought to himself, although Murong Bo was a bastard and a father who ruined his son, he was also truly learned.

The problems he sets are not so easy to solve.

Just as she was about to give up, she noticed the male servant beside her looking at her with burning eyes and full of expectation.

Not wanting to show weakness in public, I could only look at the question again.

Upon closer inspection, no clues were apparent.

However, I discovered that the essence of this question was subtly connected to the sword techniques and body movements I had learned.

Upon closer inspection, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a footwork technique.

Huh?

Xie Buruo frowned, remembering something.

In the original work, Cui Baiquan of the Funiu School mentioned an incident from the past.

When he killed Cai Qingtu, a local tycoon in Southeast Asia, and his entire family, he happened to encounter Murong Bo and his wife.

For some reason, this pair of adulterers didn't stay at home, but instead went to the study of the local tycoon Cai Qingtu and started calculating the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

Cui Baiquan was unlucky that day; the robbers ran into the ancestor of all thieves.

The moment he met that despicable couple, three abacus beads were driven into a vital spot on his chest.

From then on, he suffered unbearable pain on rainy days, which frightened him so much that he hid in the mansion of Prince Duan in Dali and became an accountant.

"In that sense, Murong Bo has helped martial arts practitioners find new employment."

He examined the diagram in front of him more closely.

Could this question be related to the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)?

He remembered that in the original work, Murong Bo's wife once said that one should walk from the positions of Da Guo and Ji Ji to the position of Wu Wang.

Although Murong Bo rejected the plan, saying that it was impossible to reach the Wuwang position within nine steps, it was still an idea.

Xie, now somewhat versed in the principles of the I Ching, followed this line of thought and found it to make some sense; it did indeed seem to be a footwork technique of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts style).

Of course, given his level of expertise, he only felt that there was some truth to it.

I don't understand where the line of reasoning is wrong, nor do I know how to proceed.

Fortunately, he was still familiar with the original plot.

He then recalled that the reason Murong Bo did not kill Cui Baiquan was because the latter had insulted him by saying "his ancestors for eighteen generations."

As for why Murong Bo was able to deduce the correct route from the other party's phrase "eighteen generations of ancestors," Xie Buruo couldn't understand it at all.

I had no choice but to ask Wang Yuyan later; maybe she could figure it out.

If it really is a series of light-footed, graceful movements, then I'll be in luck.

Just as I thought of this, I realized it was very inappropriate.

If the inscription in the picture were truly related to the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), how could it be hung here so openly?

They even added a prize to attract people to solve the mystery!

Is he fishing?

Xie Buruo frowned deeply upon thinking about this.

If Murong Bo were dead, that would be one thing.

But he really didn't die.

Such an arrangement is highly suspicious in its intent.

The male servant, unaware that he was already lost in thought, noticed his furrowed brow and assumed he was deeply engrossed in calculations and had already come up with a plan, so he nodded in admiration.

"This young master possesses something!"

He has received many martial arts practitioners.

Most of them were uncultured warriors who couldn't even be bothered to look at diagrams.

Even the most learned scholars, after a brief deduction, are already exhausted and dare not look any further.

He had only ever seen two people who could stand before this painting for a long time without changing their expression.

One of them is Young Master Xie, who is standing right in front of me.

One of them was Master Xuanbei of Shaolin.

I don’t know when it started, but Master Xuanbei has been coming here several times a year.

The male servant often sighed, saying that the bald monk and his old master had a very deep relationship and must have been good friends when they were alive!

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Xie Bushuo's brows relax, indicating that he was already confident.

The male servant was slightly surprised, thinking that the other party had already solved the problem.

But Xie Buruo asked calmly, "When will we eat?"

Pooh!

I thought he was a talented person!

So he's just here for a meal too!

The male servant, his smile unchanged, said, "It should be ready soon. I'll go and urge them."

After stepping down, he took out the registration book from his pocket and wrote "Unsolved" behind Xie Buruo's name.

Before he could even put the roster in his pocket, he saw Kang Guangling rushing over in a flurry of activity, his first words being...

"Is breakfast ready? I'll eat here! It's lively and crowded here!"

The male servants couldn't stand this person.

When I saw him, even his professional smile disappeared.

Kang Guangling had only been at Qinyun Xiaozhu for a few days when he caused chaos and disorder there.

He likes to enjoy the scenery while playing the piano when he has free time.

Of course, his piano playing was indeed very beautiful.

But even the most beautiful piano music will sound like a demonic sound if you hear it in the middle of the night.

Therefore, everyone at Qinyun Xiaozhu hated this old man to the core.

Thinking of their master, who was gentle, beautiful and sweet-voiced, they all felt sorry for the misfortune of her family, which had produced such a rebellious teacher.

Kang Guangling rushed into the elegant room and saw Xie Buruo standing in front of the picture. He advised, "Young brother, this problem is very difficult. Even I can't solve it."

Xie Buruo, seeing him, was also curious: "Didn't you go to copy the score? Why are you back so soon?"

Kang Guangling took the score out of his bosom and returned it to Xie Buruo, saying proudly.

"I am a master of music; I can memorize a score after reading it from beginning to end."

"The art of memorization is our school's specialty."

"When my master took on apprentices, the first test was memorization."

Xie Ruo took the sheet music and put it back in the box.

Knowing that he was a descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect and that his knowledge of the I Ching was likely superior to Wang Yuyan's, she immediately asked him a question with utmost sincerity.

When Kang Guangling heard that the question he was asking was the one on the wall, he shook his head vigorously.

"No, no, this problem is probably only solvable by my master."

"Old Murong can set such a question; he must have something special about him!"

Xie looked around and, seeing that there was no one else, explained the ideas he had learned from the original work.

He didn't know whether his guess was right or wrong.

He could only hope that Kang Guangling, the eldest disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, could offer him some guidance.

Kang Guangling pondered for a moment and said, "The transition from Da Guo to Ji Ji is indeed a good method, but the steps are wrong. It's quite remarkable that you could think of this!"

"What eighteen generations of ancestors? What does this have to do with the hexagram position? Ah, two nines equal eighteen! How wonderful, how wonderful! It turns out to be the Kun position."

Kang Guangling was overjoyed and did two somersaults in mid-air.

After landing, her sleeves fluttered, and she took a diagonal step, seemingly both real and feigned, moving left but actually right.

In a flash, he appeared lightly standing behind Xie Buruo.