1615, the 43rd year of Daming Wanli, outside of Shenyang City in Liaodong.
The sky was gloomy with dark clouds. The strong wind blew through the hills, and the weeds were swaying. It was a bleak scene. A young man in a Taoist robe was climbing up the hill with a bag on his back. When he reached a crooked tree, he shouted, "Master, Master, I'm back."
The shadow beside the crooked tree fluctuated, and a crack suddenly appeared. The young man in the Taoist robe jumped in quickly. The crack closed and returned to normal. However, there was a different scene inside the crack. A dilapidated mountain god temple sat on the hill. The god statue was rotten, and the temple walls had collapsed. There were only a few broken wooden tables in the leaky building.
The table was propped up with broken bricks, and next to it was a pile of grass. A middle-aged Taoist was sitting cross-legged on the table, and his eyes were closed. A white candle was lit on the table, and there was a deep black hole in the candle flame that constantly passed through the starlight and dust. It opened and closed with the breathing of the middle-aged Taoist.
The young man in the Taoist robe carefully avoided the deep black hole, and went around to the middle-aged Taoist. He said, "Master, the camouflage you set up outside is really good. No one knows that we are hiding here."
There was dead silence in the temple, and the middle-aged Taoist only responded with a faint "Yes."
The young man in the Taoist robe untied the bag on his back and spread it at the feet of the middle-aged Taoist. "Master, I bought some medicine in Shenyang City. It's a pity that I couldn't buy the Heavenly Leader Heart Calming Pill you wanted, and there were only some ordinary goods. This Liaodong wasteland is full of war, and it's inconvenient to do business. It's not as convenient as our capital. "
The middle-aged Taoist still didn't answer. The young man in the Taoist robe looked at his master and said worriedly, "Master, you look much older. You should take care of yourself."
The middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes slightly and sighed. "Master, you are going against heaven and changing your fate. Peeping into heaven's secrets will naturally harm your life. However, as long as this matter is done, there will be room for recovery in the future, and there will be a long future. "
The young man in the Taoist robe smiled happily. He looked at the deep black hole on the table and asked, "Master, can this Yin-Yang Tablet really connect to the future 400 years? It's truly inconceivable. "
The middle-aged Daoist nodded slightly, but before he could explain, a burst of joyful shouts came from the black hole, "Master, Master, I did it, I did it! I've mastered the Mind Bewitching Technique you taught me. But, er … The girl who was affected by me suddenly woke up and left after scolding me. Why is that? "
The middle-aged Daoist curled his lips in annoyance and said, "You just started cultivating today, your cultivation is still too shallow. You must have provoked her with your words and actions, so it's normal for her to come to her senses. As long as you follow me and cultivate diligently, the power of your spells will naturally increase. You need to guard against arrogance and rashness. Otherwise, your inner demons will disturb you and it will be difficult for you to achieve great success. "
The voice in the black hole hurriedly answered, "Yes, yes, yes, disciple, I did give that girl quite a shock just now. In the future, I will definitely cultivate diligently. When the time comes, I will definitely have three palaces and six courtyards filled with beauties. Hahaha … Just thinking about it makes me happy! "
Facing such a useless disciple, the middle-aged Daoist couldn't help but roll his eyes, and the youth in Daoist robes had a look of disgust. But disgust was disgust, the middle-aged Daoist continued, "Disciple Qingfeng, Master has already taught you the basics of cultivation, and now it's time for you to repay me. Quickly find me some history books of Daming and Manchurian Qing, I want to know the general trend of the world after the forty-third year of Wanli. "
When the youth in Daoist robes heard his master's order, he hurriedly took out a stack of blank paper from his backpack, and gently placed a set of brush and ink on the table, listening attentively and preparing to record. Even the middle-aged Daoist couldn't help but be filled with anticipation.
On the other side of the black hole was Zhou Qingfeng four hundred years later. This guy was so excited that he didn't care what his cheap master wanted to do, nor did he consider the consequences of casually revealing the course of history, and directly agreed. He turned on the computer, casually searched for the year 1615, and after finding the Baidu entry, he began to recite.
In the Ming Dynasty's Wilderness Mountain Temple, the middle-aged Daoist Gu Yuanwei listened attentively.
"In the forty-third year of Wanli, Jin Nige organized Matteo Ricci's notes and wrote" The History of Christianity's Expedition to China ".
"Jin Nige? It's those foreign ghosts from the capital, right? I don't want to listen to this. Tell me about Daming's future and how the Manchurian Qing rose. "
"Oh, then it's the forty-third year of Wanli, Nurhachi reformed the Golden Eight Banners military system under Hetuala."
"Wait, who's Nurhachi?"
"It's the first generation of Manchurian Qing who replaced Daming."
"Nurhachi, why doesn't this name sound like someone from Daming, but more like …?"
"I said before that it's a Tatar. Nurhachi wasn't one of Daming's people to begin with, he was the leader of the Nuzhen tribe in Jianzhou of Liaodong, and he was the one who unified the Nuzhen tribe and replaced Daming. "
"Ah …?!"
Hearing these words, Gu Yuanwei, who was in the Mountain God Temple, could no longer sit still. He immediately exclaimed, "Qingfeng's disciple, are you saying that the Great Ming's country has been snatched away by a group of Jianzhou barbarians?"
"Yes."
"This, this, this … Isn't this the same as the Meng Yuan Dynasty stealing the Song Dynasty's country?"
"Yes."
"This … God!"
The shocking news stunned Gu Yuanwei, and even the young man in the Taoist robe who was copying at the side could not write down. One must know that the Meng Yuan Dynasty's invasion of the Central Plains was a disaster for the Han people. The land of the Central Plains was sinking, and the smell of blood was everywhere. The brilliant and glorious Chinese civilization suffered a fatal blow, and the severity was comparable to the Five Barbarians Rebellion that lasted for nearly three hundred years.
And the Daming Dynasty was built by Zhu Hongwu to expel the Meng Yuan Dynasty and save the people. In all the dynasties, he was the one who was the most righteous and irrefutable. But after more than two hundred years of rule, Daming was actually … actually about to be destroyed by another group of Tatars.
"Disciple Qingfeng, are you sure?"
"That's right, the forty-third year of Wanli is 1615, and the Manchurian Qing invaded and destroyed Daming in 1644. In less than thirty years, the Nuzhenren will carry out the 'Hair Shaving Order', forcing all the Han people to keep their hair in braids. We Han people will be second-class people, slaves to the Manchurian Qing. "
"My ancestors …" Gu Yuanwei repeated. Finally, he sighed, "When I looked at the stars at night, I saw that Daming's fate was approaching, and a new dynasty was about to be established in the northeast. I always thought that the civil and military officials of Liaodong would replace the Ming and establish a new dynasty. Who knew that it would be the Nuzhenren barbarians from the north that would take over the world? "
This news was too shocking!
Gu Yuanwei had been looking for the future True Dragon that he wanted to assist in many places after Liaodong, so he had some understanding of the situation in Liaodong. In his eyes, the Nuzhenren were just a group of barbarians that did not cultivate virtue and were uncivilized. Their military strength was only in the tens of thousands. Who would have thought that in the future, a group of people who looked like bandits would come in and take away the Han people's beautiful country.
Four hundred years later, whenever the Han people thought of the humiliation that the Manchurian Qing left on the Central Plains, they would often be furious. Four hundred years ago, the people of Daming still considered themselves as the best country in the Celestial Empire could not accept it.
When Gu Yuanwei suddenly heard this news, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
"Master, Master?" Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from four hundred years later. "Should I continue?"
The young man in a Taoist robe beside Gu Yuanwei also exclaimed, "Master, Master, you … your face, you have become old again."
Under the candlelight on the wooden table, the originally middle-aged Gu Yuanwei raised his hand. The originally smooth skin was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was rough and wrinkled, and black spots appeared. His beard and hair instantly turned white. The young man in a Taoist robe immediately shouted, "Master, you can't listen anymore. If you continue, your flesh and blood will deteriorate, your appearance will wither, and you will die instantly. "
This change of dynasty was the greatest destiny in the world. Knowing about this was equivalent to using one's life as compensation. Four hundred years later, Zhou Qingfeng heard someone else shout to stop and also stopped talking. In front of the candlelight, Gu Yuanwei raised his trembling hand and looked for a long time. He sighed and said, "Indeed, I can't listen anymore. If I continue, I will lose my life before I can find a true dragon to assist me."
After a moment of silence …
The young man in a Taoist robe suddenly said in a low voice, "Master, we can't know about the destiny, but this Junior Brother Qingfeng can. Why don't we … "
Before he finished speaking, the candlelight on the wooden table suddenly extinguished by itself. The entire ruined Mountain God Temple dimmed. The young man in a Taoist robe immediately exclaimed, "Master, someone broke through the Camouflage Formation we set up."
At this moment, a delicate shout was heard from outside the Mountain God Temple. A strong wind and thunder came crashing in. The air waves rolled with unparalleled momentum. A woman's voice sounded from outside. "Gu Yuanwei, you stole the 'Yin Yang Jade Tablet'. Because of you, many people's families were destroyed. Now you want to hide in this ruined temple and hide? In your dreams! Quickly come out and die! "
A Sword Qi flew in from outside the Mountain God Temple like lightning. With a swoosh, it was about to split Gu Yuanwei. Gu Yuanwei, who was facing the Sword Qi, immediately stretched out his hand to block it. A golden shield suddenly appeared. The sword and the shield collided. A loud bang was heard and the vibration was endless.
The Mountain God Temple was already ruined. In an instant, the bricks and tiles collapsed, and incense ashes flew everywhere. In the rumbling sound, the wooden beams of the walls could no longer support and collapsed.
In the dust, Gu Yuanwei pointed his finger and shouted, "Rise!" Two little puppets immediately jumped out of a cloth bag in front of him. The puppets grew in the wind and turned into ferocious-looking Vajra. They had big shoulders and round waists. With sabers and axes in their hands, they fearlessly rushed out.
"Disciple, you go and stall that evil woman first. I will get your Junior Brother Qingfeng here first." Gu Yuanwei anxiously shouted to the young man in a Taoist robe beside him.
The young man in a Taoist robe did not say anything. He took out a peach wood sword, picked up a string of talismans and began to chant an incantation. After muttering a few words, he shouted and charged out with the two Vajra puppets.
On the other side, Gu Yuanwei shouted to the deep black hole, "Qingfeng, hold on tight to the 'Yanggui'. Also, bring the history book that records the world's events. I want to pull you over."
"What?" On the other side, Zhou Qingfeng could hear that something was wrong with his cheap master. He was already at a loss, and when he suddenly heard a series of crackling noises, he couldn't figure out what had happened four hundred years ago. "What do you want me to take? Books? I don't have any books. Why are you pulling me over? "
"Take the history book. I will pull you over to enjoy great wealth." Gu Yuanwei did not wait for him to speak. He had already begun to chant an incantation to the deep black hole in front of him.
The fighting sounds coming from the 'Yanggui' were too noisy. On the other side, Zhou Qingfeng could not hear clearly at all. He only heard that the other side seemed to want to pull him over to enjoy great wealth. He also heard that he wanted to take a book. But he did not have a book on hand. When he saw a photo album on the computer table, he casually grabbed it and shouted, "Why do you want a book? Can't you just have a book? "
The situation on Gu Yuanwei's side was already very urgent. The sudden appearance of the woman's sword light was sharp and ruthless. With a few swishes, the two Vajra puppets were chopped into pieces of wood. The young man in a Taoist robe who went up to meet her was also forced into a perilous situation. He could not resist at all. Gu Yuanwei did not have time to say too much. He activated all the spiritual energy in his body and shouted, "Go!"
Four hundred years later, Zhou Qingfeng felt a powerful force pull him up. The 'Yanggui' stone in his hand suddenly turned into a black hole, as if it wanted to suck in everything between heaven and earth.
The building Zhou Qingfeng was in also shook violently. Even the ground outside was shaking. Outside his room, there were a few school teachers who were gossiping. When they saw that the movement was like an earthquake, they immediately screamed and hurriedly ran downstairs for their lives.
After the black hole in front of Zhou Qingfeng expanded, he was sucked in with a whoosh. Inside was an endless space-time tunnel. At the far end, there was a bright spot that was rapidly expanding. With a whoosh, he bumped into it and fell out of the bright spot with a plop.
With a thud, Zhou Qingfeng screamed and fell to the ground, his mouth full of mud. Without waiting for him to recover, a beam of sword light slashed down at him. He screamed in horror and was almost waiting for death. A golden shield appeared and blocked the sword light.
The sound of the sword and shield hitting each other was deafening. The strong vibration made people's hearts and lungs feel extremely uncomfortable. Zhou Qingfeng's head was in severe pain from the shock. His chest was stuffy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. He screamed in his mind, "What's going on?"
This scene from four hundred years ago was completely out of Zhou Qingfeng's expectations. The cultivator Gu Yuanwei had no time to explain. He replaced his eldest disciple to face the strong enemy. At the same time, he ordered, "Jian 'er, you take Qingfeng and run away. I'll block this evil woman."
The young man in Daoist robes did not hesitate. He took a few steps back and grabbed Zhou Qingfeng and ran down the hill. After running a few steps, he took out a paper crane and threw it. The paper crane expanded in the wind. The young man in Daoist robes grabbed Zhou Qingfeng and pulled on the paper crane.
The chaotic scene confused Zhou Qingfeng. He turned around and saw an old man fighting with a young woman not far away. When the woman saw Zhou Qingfeng appear, she immediately scolded, "Gu Yuanwei, you peeked into the secrets of heaven. You don't have long to live. Now you don't repent and keep making mistakes. Now you have the audacity to bring people here. This is a crime that interferes with human nature and reverses the universe. All of you must die. "
The young woman was awe-inspiring. Her killing intent overflowed. The sword in her hand flashed faster and faster. On the hill, sword qi swept across. Thunder rumbled. The ground was bombarded by all kinds of powerful spells. Gravel flew everywhere, and the ground collapsed. A rock the size of a human head flew over Zhou Qingfeng's head. He watched with trepidation as he cried out in fear.
The young man in Daoist robes pushed Zhou Qingfeng onto the paper crane. He shouted, "Junior brother Qingfeng, you run first. I'm going to save master."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your senior brother. Hold on tight to this paper crane. I'll send you away first. " The young man in Daoist robe blew at the paper crane. Immediately, the paper crane flapped its wings and carried Zhou Qingfeng, who was yelling loudly, to a long distance away.
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