Cyber Daming

Hongya Mountain, tile building.

In the pitch-black screening hall, a faint blue light beam penetrated through, projecting a bizarre and bizarre miniature holographic fairy world on the front stage.

The swords flashed, the swords roared, and the fight was lively.

Sons and daughters love each other for a long time, wine is a beautiful woman, and tenderness is rippling.

It's a pity that there are only a few spectators in this small screening room, which makes it seem completely empty. Even when the performance is wonderful, there are no exclamations or lamentations.

In this era when Huang Liang's dream penetrates into thousands of households, this kind of late-night movie that uses naked eyes as the medium has long been reduced to an extremely niche form of entertainment.

After all, how can you have the pleasure of being a god yourself if you sit and watch others act as gods?

The only advantage may be that the ticket price is cheaper than the poorest pirated version of Huangliang Dream. You can watch it once for ten yuan.

If you are braver, you can even use this place as a hotel.

After all, many Huangliang Dreams set in the modern era of the empire have used this kind of plot, and the sales are not bad.

Off the stage, a boy who had just reached the age of tying his hair was huddled in a corner with his arms around a girl who also had haircuts. He pointed at the swordsman who had just flown above his head with his sword, and said in a heroic tone that when he saves enough money to afford the artificial road base, Like him, we must slay demons and grudges happily.

But the girl shyly said that there are no monsters in the world, and with the laws of the Ming Dynasty, no one is allowed to take revenge.

The boy was at a loss for words. He felt that he had lost his face, and even the claws that he had quietly extended downwards were retracted angrily.

At this moment, the swordsman, who had just stepped on the stage in high spirits, was grabbed from the air by a handsome Confucian scholar with one hand, and he and his sword were beaten to pieces.

Seeing this scene, a light suddenly appeared in the boy's eyes. He changed the subject and said that swordsmen were nothing more than that. He must study the Six Arts of Confucianism and become a civil and military all-rounder who can break the Jin Dynasty without relying on chips. He can manage the country and the family with two prongs !

After saying that, he no longer pressed the movements on his hands. He had to grasp them both on his mouth and on his hands, and they both had to be hard.

"Confucianism is not satisfied with opening so many Confucius temples to cultivate genes. Now it even spares such worthless corners. These scholars who play with pens are really ugly."

In another corner, a handsome man with a jade-like face sneered with disdain.

If anyone from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club saw his appearance at this moment, I am afraid they would immediately scream in surprise.

No one else, because this person turned out to be Qi Huai, the ‘general’ of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club who had disappeared for a long time in Chongqing.

"It's better to eat ugly than live ugly in the future."

The person sitting next to him watched with great interest and praised: "I really appreciate the Confucian sequence's approach of 'rather killing the wrong than letting go'. Wherever there are imperial people, there will be their assimilation and infiltration. Being able to achieve this step, it’s no wonder that others can now securely occupy the position of leader of the three religions.”

When Qi Huai heard what the other party said, he quickly put away his disdain and said with an apologetic smile: "My lord, what you are saying is that my vision is short."

For the former majestic gambling club's 'general' to serve him so cautiously, the identity of the speaker is naturally self-evident.

Ding Huan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether your vision is shallow or not. After all, Qi Huai, you are a pure Ming Dynasty native of the empire, and you have lived in a good place like Chongqing all the year round. Naturally, you are not deeply aware of the assimilation and penetration of the Confucian sequence. .”

"If you have the chance, you can go to the major criminal areas in the empire. When you get there, you will understand what it means to be 'everything is inferior, only reading is high'. Those who have been promoted to the Confucian and Taoist sequence have become the criminal areas. The only way out in the hearts of the people that can change their destiny."

"What about other sequences?"

Ding Huan talked eloquently, "Thieves, thieves, gangsters, and prostitutes, coupled with the legalist litigators who need some skills, everyone still has a place."

Qi Huai disapproved in his heart, but his face was filled with righteous indignation: "After finishing this matter, I will immediately rush to the criminal area. After all, that is the basic base of our Honghu. How can we allow Confucians to treat it as a gene field?" ?!”

"Then there's no need to worry about it. After all, this time the organization is going to establish a branch in Chongqing, and you are indispensable to chair it."

Ding Huan patted the other party's shoulder and said, "We have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders and the overall situation is the most important thing. I can only let you put it aside for the time being to fight for the freedom of the people in the criminal area."

"It's all up to your arrangement, sir."

"There is an old saying in the empire that those who understand current affairs are heroes," Ding Huan said with a smile: "Qi Huai, you are indeed a rare hero!"

At this moment, a fierce battle is going on on the stage.

After killing the swordsman, the romantic and suave scholar slew the heinous demons, eradicated the demagogueing monks, purged the domineering warriors, and punished the corrupt officials who took human lives seriously.

In the end, he hugged her left and right, hugged the mechanical girl, and walked away, hiding her fame.

"The plot is a bit mindless, but it does make people excited to watch it. If I hadn't been afraid of taking off my Western skin and forgetting my origins as a sinner, I would have bought myself a green shirt and become a scholar."

Ding Huan stretched and said to Qi Huai next to him: "Now that we've finished watching the movie, it's time to get down to business. Otherwise, King Qin's hand waiting to throw the cup will be sore, right?"

Throw a cup

Qi Huai, who was about to stand up, suddenly stiffened when he heard this.

A biting chill lingered throughout his body. He moved his head inch by inch and looked sideways at Ding Huan, who was smiling, "Lord Yin King, do we have any misunderstanding?"

"Didn't I just let you come up with a bitter trick to trap me, the person in charge of Honghu Southwest Region, in Chongqing Mansion and use my head to claim credit from the New Donglin Party?"

Ding Huan said calmly: "I'm afraid there won't be any misunderstanding about such a simple and easy-to-understand matter."

boom!

Qi Huai's arm holding the armrest of the seat suddenly felt weak, and he fell back to his seat involuntarily.

He shouldn't be so embarrassed.

As a genuine Xu Qi master, he was also the general who once controlled most of the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling clubs.

Qi Huai prides himself on his ability to make plays when the situation arises, even if he has not reached the level of proficiency, but he will not lose his composure because of Ding Huan's words.

But the current situation is that he can't control the intense emotions surging in his heart at all, and can only let the expressions of horror, fear, and uneasiness be nakedly exposed on his face.

Strategist sequence

At this point, anything you say is nonsense.

Qi Huai smiled helplessly, "How did you see that I didn't show any flaws, right?"

"I never believed in this situation from the beginning, so what's the use of your acting?"

"Why? Is it not tragic enough for me to lose the lives of my whole family, or is the condition offered by King Qin not high enough?"

"It's a huge difference in risk and reward."

Ding Huan said indifferently: "In the eyes of the empire, Honghu is a traitor, a traitor, a street rat that everyone shouts to beat, and the source of trouble that everyone avoids! What is Zhu Youhong's identity? He is a royal relative and a vassal king of the empire. If he is not I’m afraid even those with brain problems won’t be willing to collude with people like us.”

Ding Huan smiled and asked: "He can't be so naive as to hope that after Honghu overthrows the Ming Empire, he will be given the position of vassal king? If this is the case, then I did make a mistake today."

Qi Huai said in a dull voice: "Although His Highness the King of Qin is a vassal king, he is also a caged bird!"

"Are you trying to say that he is determined to rebel against his own family because of freedom?"

Ding Huan laughed dumbly: "It's a pity. Although Honghu advocates freedom, I never believe in freedom."