At this time, Fang Yuan smiled and said, "...The old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come."

"Hmph." Zhang Daoyi was a little unhappy, and his expression changed: "It is easy to break and then stand. If you really implement it, it may be more difficult than diversion and foundation replenishment. If you can't stand it back, everything will be done."

"What's the difficulty in this matter?" Fang Yuan curled his lips and said, "The water is hidden in the mountains, and the air comes out of the water, and the place comes and goes. The dragon comes from one section after another, and each section has water and air. As long as you grasp the nodes, you will set up a checkpoint on these nodes to keep it. Even if the newly formed water dragon is arrogant, you must tame it obediently..."

While speaking, Fang Yuan picked up his pen and smeared it bit by bit in the winding curves of the stream. Seeing his pen like a god-assisted help, he knew that he had already had a gully in his chest.

"Look, after setting up the nine-section barrier, the water level not only slows down, but also stores water into a pond. The amount of water in each section is abundant, which is more conducive to the irrigation of tea trees."

Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "The Heaven Gate is open, and there are also the Eight Trigrams and Five Elements Peach Blossom Formation to gather vitality; the earth door is closed, and the nine-section pools are intercepted to the vitality, and the fat water is not left to the outside world. This Feng Shui situation is several times better than the original one, and it is cheaper for you."

Hearing this, Bai Yue and others' eyes lit up, and they felt a sense of happiness of being knocked out by the pie that fell from the sky.

From Fang Yuan's words, everyone also understood that the plan he came up with at the beginning was indeed perfunctory. It was not until he tied with Zhang Daoyi that he came up with real skills. If he implemented the plan according to his current plan, the water in Qingxi River was continuous and the source of water could be changed at any time, so he no longer had to worry about problems with the water source.

Thinking of this, Bai Yue was overjoyed and grateful: "Thank you, Master Fang for your advice..."

"Don't rush to thank you. This matter is easy to say. If it really takes a lot of time and energy to implement it," Fang Yuan waved his hand and said, "I don't have the patience to stay here, and I will help you complete the layout in detail."

"Ah..." Bai Yue and others were inevitably shocked and stunned. They were very helpless.

Fang Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to their feelings, but stared at Zhang Daoyi and smiled and said, "Master Zhang, what do you think of my plan? Are you a little smarter than you?"

Not only a little bit smart, it is simply two completely different realms. Zhang Daoyi's expression changed again. There was a bit of shock and depressed look in his eyes. His plan focused on a supplementary word. Using external forces to make up for the defects can also be called perfect. However, compared with Fang Yuan's idea, it is a bit too much to see.

After Fang Yuan discovered the problem, he did not think about repairing it, but simply broke the original shackles and made it form new things. This is the difference between being in the game and jumping out of the game.

When looking at problems in the situation, it is inevitable that they are restricted. They only consider the harvest of one acre of three parts of the land. When they jump out of the situation, there is a vast sky outside, and there is another world...

"...Who told me that there is a good master?" Zhang Daoyi sighed and said with a wry smile: "I admit that you won, but I finally didn't embarrass him."

That's it, but when Zhang Daoyi saw Fang Yuan's age, he was also amazed. He was not old but had such superb strength, and he was simply a genius (monster).

However, Zhang Daoyi felt relieved when he thought that Fang Yuan was the successor of that person. If his disciple did not show any evil appearance, he would be sorry for his reputation.

With this idea, Zhang Daoyi also calmed down. Then he smiled easily and said, "Congratulations to Junior Brother Fang."

"Congratulations, I'm just wondering if you keep your word?" Fang Yuan glanced at him, afraid that Zhang Daoyi would make some excuses to refuse, so he thought for three days in vain. In the end, he was in vain.

"Don't worry, junior brother, I'm willing to accept the loss, and I'm definitely not going to blame the debt." While speaking, Zhang Daoyi stood up and led his hands: "Junior brother, let's go out for a walk and get some breath."

Hearing this, landlord Sheng and others immediately lamented that they were also very interested in the secrets of the Feng Shui world. However, looking at Zhang Daoyi's posture, they did not want too many people to know, but were preparing to tell Fang Yuan alone.

In response, Fang Yuan nodded happily, followed Zhang Daoyi away from the living room and headed towards the back garden of the villa.

The architectural form of the Bai Family Villa is full of Huizhou garden style, with winding paths, flowing waters, and mountains, very quiet and elegant, like a miniature Feng Shui painting.

At this time, the two were walking in the pond next to the rockery. Zhang Daoyi stared at an ancient willow branch swaying in the wind, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Junior brother, do you really don't know the origin of the robe at all?"

Fang Yuan hesitated for a while and speculated: "There are twelve chapter patterns on the robe, which I think may be related to the ancient emperor. To be honest, I had a guess before, thinking that the robe might be a crane buckle specially made by a certain ancient emperor of the Taoist robe."

"Haha, junior brother really dares to think about it." Zhang Daoyi laughed and praised: "But this idea is a bit tangible, so it's not considered a fool."

"How do you say it?" Fang Yuan asked quickly: "You must know that in the feudal era with strict hierarchy, the clothes of emperors and officials could not be worn casually. Each pattern and decoration had a special meaning. Unless the robe was a product of the founding of the country, just the twelve chapters on it would be enough to confiscate the house and destroy the clan."

This is not an exaggeration. The twelve chapters have always been a symbol of imperial power. In the era when imperial power was supreme, whoever dared to violate imperial power would definitely be regarded as disrespectful. A rebellious act would definitely be the end of seeking death.

"Junior brother is right." Zhang Daoyi nodded slightly and said, "In ancient times, ancestors usually believed that there was a supernatural power beyond imagination that dominated everything, so they worshipped various totems. After the Yellow Emperor unified the world, he collected the totem images of various clans and tribes on the crown garment to show his supreme status."

"However, the ancients believed that the number of heaven was only twelve, so the king made it all with twelve images of the sky. So slowly, after the totems of each tribe were deleted, there were only twelve left, that is, twelve chapter patterns."

"The letter? Yiji has recorded it. The emperor said: I want to see the images of the ancients. The sun, moon, stars, and dragon flowers are made into Huizong Yi algae fire powder rice, Xi embroidery, and used the five-color seal to cover the five colors. The meaning of this is also very clear. The emperor's dragon robe usually carries the sun, the moon, the green mountains, and the flower insects are on their sleeves, showing the ruler's possession and authority over the country."

While speaking, Zhang Daoyi's words turned around: "However, there are exceptions in everything. In ancient times, the twelve chapters were indeed the emperor's royal objects. However, in some special circumstances, the emperor himself would grant some people to allow them to embroider the twelve chapters on their clothes."

"Why?" Fang Yuan was naturally very surprised.

Zhang Daoyi smiled and said solemnly: "Because they are not ordinary people, but national teachers who seize the secrets of heaven and seek national destiny."

"National Master?" Fang Yuan was stunned. He was naturally surprised when he heard this familiar and very unfamiliar noun. When it comes to the national master, he immediately thought of the TV series, either a kind-hearted and domineering old monk or an old Taoist priest.

But that was a very distant and vague memory. After all, after graduation, he was busy with work and had little contact with TV. Naturally, he had no clear impression of the "national teachers" who are still active in TV dramas.

"That's right, it's the national teacher." Zhang Daoyi nodded slightly and said with emotion: "Of course, the national teacher I mentioned is not exactly the same as the national teacher in the folk imagined."

"What does it mean?" Fang Yuan was confused and confused.

"The national teacher that the people often say is nothing more than those who work in the court, serve in the Imperial Heaven Supervisory Office, or monks who receive the title of Dharma King from the emperor, including Taoist priests, alchemists, etc., as long as they have a relatively close relationship with the emperor, they are all called national teachers." Zhang Daoyi shook his head and said, "This type of national teacher is very rampant and has no substantiality at all."

"Anyway, as far as I know, there are only a handful of people who have truly mastered the essence of the national teacher in all dynasties." Speaking of this, Zhang Daoyi smiled and said, "As for whom there are, I believe you should know it in your heart, junior brother."

"The robe..." Fang Yuan was indeed not stupid and immediately remembered it.

"That's right." Zhang Daoyi said solemnly: "I said before that there are very few robes that are qualified to inherit this kind of robes, because each robes was worked hard and thoughtfully by the ancestors, to seize the secrets of heaven, to plan the country's destiny, and to make great contributions to heaven. Only then did they get the emperor's imperial robes and become the certificate of a generation of national teachers."

"National Master Certificate." Fang Yuan let out a light breath: "No wonder..."

"Actually, you're right, this is a special robes." Zhang Daoyi continued: "Although the robes inherited by each gang have twelve chapter patterns, their styles are also distinctive. For example, the robes of the Zhang family are dragon and tiger figures on both sides; the robes of the Kong family are tortoise shell figures; the robes of the Liao family are tortoise shell figures..."

Zhang Daoyi commented and glanced at Fang Yuan: "So when I saw the crane on your robe, I knew whose inheritance was."

While speaking, Zhang Daoyi was particularly dissatisfied: "The inheritance of the robes is the highest honor. Which family is not secretly worshipped? It will only be revealed on a major day for the disciples to admire and worship. You are so good that you actually carried them around the market and lost them in the end. It is a very evil crime."

Zhang Daoyi's tone was filled with a strong sense of condemnation. However, Fang Yuan also heard that most of the condemnation were envy and jealousy.

Just think about it, even though Zhang Daoyi is the successor of the Zhang family, the problem is that he is not the Zhang family, and it is impossible for him to keep the robe. Only on some specific days can he see the robe and look at it, and he probably has very few opportunities to touch it.

In contrast, Fang Yuan can touch it whenever he wants, wear it whenever he wants, and do whatever he wants, so why don’t people jealous and hate it…
Chapter completed!