Cyber Daming

A tall building, a simple banquet.

There were no delicacies from the mountains and sea, fine wine and beautiful ladies, nor guards and servants who followed closely behind.

There was only a square table, four small dishes and a bottle of old wine.

He Zangjia, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and Lin Jinjiang, who was covered in dust, sat opposite each other.

"When I received the news from General Xie that you were coming to Northern Zhili, I was quite surprised."

He Zangjia was easy-going and personally filled the wine cup in front of Lin Jinjiang.

Lin Jinjiang tapped the table with his fingers and smiled, "Master He, are you surprised that there would be someone as boring as me in such a chaotic situation?"

"No, I didn't expect that there would be someone as pure as you, brother."

Lin Jinjiang smiled bitterly, "The word 'pure' is not a compliment now."

"People who know their pursuits clearly and work hard for them are worthy of praise and admiration at any time."

He Zangjia raised his wine cup, "Come on, I toast you, brother."

"Thank you."

They drank a cup.

Lin Jinjiang put down his wine cup and praised, "Master He, you are not an ordinary person. You have built such a big family business in the capital in such a short time and are doing well. Your courage and boldness are really admirable!"

This is not that Lin Jinjiang is flattering the other party, but he is really shocked by the prosperous scene in the building.

The tall building below was completely copied from the Golden Building in Chongqing Prefecture. It occupied a huge area, and the decoration inside was even more luxurious. The business was varied and all-inclusive. The guests were mixed, and people from all directions lived in peace here, which was amazing.

Sit in this building and watch the winds from all directions.

Lin Jinjiang, who met He Zangjia for the first time, had to admire the fact that he could establish such a force in such a turbulent period.

"This is all thanks to Brother Jun. I just work for him and barely make a living."

He Zangjia complained modestly, "Brother, you don't know that those lone martial arts orders are really too troublesome. If they are not given a place to take refuge, I'm afraid they would have been exposed on the streets. It doesn't matter if they die, but if it affects Brother Jun's "position", it will be serious, don't you think?"

The saying about the second position "position" is no longer a secret.

Even ordinary people who have not entered the sequence are familiar with the content of the "position industry".

Some even say that this war between order and disorder is essentially a battle for position industry.

Whoever wins will be the one who can live forever.

But Lin Jinjiang really didn't expect that even Li Jun has started to manage the "position industry". Could it be that the master has been promoted to the second place? !

Thinking of this, Lin Jinjiang hurriedly asked: "Is this all ordered by the captain?"

"That's not the case. Brother Jun is a big shot now. How can he care about these trivial matters?"

He Zangjia said with a smile: "Although he didn't say it, I have to consider it for him."

Lin Jinjiang was stunned when he heard it, and couldn't help laughing: "If I remember correctly, the owner should be Nong Xu, right? I didn't expect that his mind is so delicate."

"This is the misunderstanding of Nong Xu by the world. Who said that farmers must face the loess and back to the sky, be honest and dull, and don't understand people's hearts?"

He Zangjia said solemnly: "In my opinion, there are four seasons in the sky and four corners on the earth. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Nong Xu regards himself as a field, cultivates it, sweats like rain, and tastes all the ups and downs of life. If you want to bear fruit and win a good harvest, you can't just bury your head in hard work. In addition to doing things, you must also understand human nature and the principles of the world. "

"In fact, small sequences like us are no worse than Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, vertical and horizontal, and Yin and Yang. What we lack is just a little opportunity. The current storm may be a natural disaster that destroys the fields and seedlings, or it may be a long-awaited rain for all things. "

He Zangjia raised his hand and pointed at the documents on the table, and said meaningfully: "Brother, you have been to so many places, you should be deeply touched by this."

"The owner is right. Compared with this day last year, the three religions and nine classes are indeed much more prosperous. Even a miscellaneous sequence like me who has no self-protection ability has appeared quite a lot. "

Lin Jinjiang couldn't help but sigh: "But I don't know whether this situation is a good thing or a bad thing. "

Seeing that he was a little depressed, He Zangjia quickly refilled the wine cup.

"I haven't spoken my heart out to my own people for a long time, and I accidentally said something wrong. Brother, please don't think too much."

"You are too polite."

Lin Jinjiang calmed down and asked, "Aren't you a close friend of Wang Xie and Baihu Wang? Why didn't he come to the capital with you?"

"Wang Xie?"

He Zangjia was stunned when he heard it, and then laughed: "The swallows in front of Wang Xie's hall flew into ordinary people's homes. That kid has really become a swift flying into ordinary people's homes now."

"What does this mean?"

"He joined the Red Society."

Red Society?

Seeing Lin Jinjiang's puzzled look, He Zangjia explained: "Brother, you have been traveling all the way, it is normal that you haven't heard some news. This Red Society is actually a force composed of people who also follow Zhang Shanchang's disorderly philosophy. It can be regarded as a new "position" for him."

Compared with Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian, He Zangjia, who is rooted in the capital, is obviously much more well-informed.

Lin Jinjiang was shocked when he heard this, and he raised his glass to toast and respectfully asked for advice.

"Dongzhu He, is there any new change in the current situation?"

"The overall situation remains the same, but there are some intriguing developments."

He Zangjia said slowly: "First of all, it is the group of Huangliang ghosts under the command of the East Palace who spread the word that the Lord of Huangliang is awakening from his slumber and will bestow blessings on all the people. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is to implement It is said that as long as you are within the territory of the empire, you no longer need a spiritual orifice as a medium, you only need to concentrate on calling the honorable name of Huang Liang's will, and you can link into Huang Liang's dream. "

"This thing is said to be new, but in fact it is not new at all. It's just that in order to achieve this step in the past, it must be supported by a strong enough sequence strength. Now it seems that this threshold has been removed, and the distance between the real world and the dream has been shortened. A big step forward.”

Lin Jinjiang's eyes widened, this was no small matter.

If the East Palace can really realize this, wouldn't it mean that ordinary people can enter dreams anytime and anywhere, and ghosts can also seize bodies anytime and anywhere.

In this case, what is the difference between humans and ghosts?

"Don't worry too much. This technical method sounds horrifying, but I found someone to try it. Anyone who connects Huangliang in this way will enter a permanent dreamland. The structure is still very rough, and the probability of people falling into addiction is not Not big, there is almost no chance of being taken away.”

He Zangjia said in a relaxed tone: "The only thing worth pondering is that the honorable name of Huangliang Will is actually called 'Dayan Xingmeng, Tianzun Sijiu'. I don't know if it has anything to do with our acquaintance with that master."

"It's probably just a coincidence."

Lin Jinjiang smiled on the surface and agreed casually, but his heart was extremely heavy.

What will happen if one day, the Eastern Imperial Palace constructs this eternal dream that is just like reality?

He believed that He Zangjia must have thought of this with his vision and strategy, but the other party deliberately ignored it.

Lin Jinjiang also understood what he meant, so what if they were worried, they had no ability to change at all.

"Secondly, there is Honghu."

He Zangjia continued: "The coastal areas where the Honghu Rebellion first broke out have now been controlled by the suppressing troops sent by the imperial court. Not to mention a little bit of blood, the whole process was effortless."

He Zangjia curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Of course, everyone knows the secrets here. But I really didn't expect that the Zhu family's eating appearance could be so ugly, and they didn't even mean to move people. It’s really ridiculous to directly turn those thugs with their hands stained with the blood of the people into government officials on the spot, throw away their knives and pick up pens, and maintain order with five to six people.”

Lin Jinjiang asked: "What about Jinling?"

"There is nothing we can do. I heard that Chishe assassinated many people, but I heard that it still didn't have much effect."

He Zangjia sighed: "Now the swans in the entire Ming Empire have probably poured into the southern border of Zhili, and the situation is not optimistic. There are also rumors that Zhang Fengyue is about to expire, and the Zhu family will soon attack Jinling and revive the Ming Dynasty. empire."

Although he was unwilling to admit it emotionally, his reason was telling Lin Jinjiang that Zhang Fengyue was now at a disadvantage, even in a desperate situation.

The man who was full of melancholy kept silent and raised his cup one after another. The wine poured into his sad heart, but it could not clear up the stagnation.

He Zangjia didn't say anything to comfort him, he just drank with him.

Not long after, a bottle of spirits had reached its bottom.

Lin Jinjiang's face turned red and his eyes became distracted without deliberately suppressing the surging alcohol. It was not until the corner of his eye glanced at the still-recording document that he suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip.

"Brother Zangjia."

Lin Jinjiang licked his lips and asked in a hoarse voice: "What do you think of Zhang Fengyue's idea of ​​discontinuity? Do you agree or disagree?"

"You should have asked Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian the same question. I don't know how they answered, but instead of asking me whether I agree with his ideas, you might as well ask me how I view him as a person."

Unlike the people Lin Jinjiang had talked to before, He Zangjia stared in the direction of the document and seemed to attach great importance to this conversation.

"I have never worn official clothes, and I have never eaten royal food. Although I am not homeless and starved of food as I said, the people who have been living at the bottom of this empire the most, I should be able to understand them."

"In their eyes, Zhang Fengyue is a powerful figure, but he is definitely not the hero who saved them from the fire and water. Most of them even hate the former chief minister of the empire, thinking that he was responsible for the disaster. This disaster."

He Zangjia paused for a moment and lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was examining his own heart.

"In my opinion, he may not be a hero, but he is definitely a rare hero in the world!"

He Zangjia took a sip, exhaled and said: "From the teacher in the Qingfu Dynasty, to the head of the first courtyard in the Xingwen Dynasty, from the position of chief minister in the Longwu period, to becoming a national thief in the Jiaqi period. He Implement the New Deal, starting from the criminal areas Bureau, destroyed the Buddhist order in Fandi, leveled the Taoist gates in Jiangxi, cut off the carrion of the gatekeepers and cut off an arm, destroyed the rule of the three religions and wiped out the world. Now he has regained his identity as the head of the academy, wearing a blood robe, forming a red society, from bottom to top, Another day.”

He Zangjia's voice kept rising, each sound louder than the last.

"If he really does it for the people of the world, then he is a well-deserved hero. I, He Zangjia, am a narrow-minded despicable person!"

"But if this is just a grand ritual, and the ultimate goal is for one person to become a god, then I will be equally impressed!"

He Zangjia picked up an unopened bottle of new wine, stood up and walked towards the building.

At this time, the setting sun in the distance has not yet completely silenced, and a large amount of afterglow is splashing on his body. The red glow reflects his face, full of pride.

He Zangjia poured all the wine in the bottle into the evening breeze, as if he was giving a drink to Zhang Fengyue who was far away in Jinling.

"But I don't envy him at all, and I don't want to be like him."

Lin Jinjiang stood next to He Zangjia, and the evening wind blew the corners of their clothes flying.

"Why?"

He Zangjia did not answer, but pointed to the city below and asked, "What did you see?"

Lin Jinjiang looked around and saw the neon lights in the city getting brighter and the streets filled with people.

It is obviously a troubled time, but there is a lively atmosphere of the market.

"Prosperity?"

He Zangjia was noncommittal and continued: "Take a look further away."

Lin Jinjiang looked far away and looked into the darkness beyond the neon lights.

In a daze, he seemed to see gangs fighting for territory gathering people, lurking swans spreading rumors, and Chishe's martyrs walking on the tip of a knife.

Greedy officials are plundering the small amount of money, and cunning evil spirits are tempting the suffering people.

One after another, dirty and unkempt figures climbed up from the sewage tenaciously, trying desperately to squeeze into the neon light and shadow.

Buzz!

A huge noise suddenly came from above, and a patrol airship of the Suppression Army passed over the two people.

"Now...what did you see again."

"Survive."

Lin Jinjiang finally realized it.

"Yes, it's survival."

He Zangjia took a deep breath and said: "I don't want to be Zhang Fengyue, because I can't choose between gods and humans. I want to be immortal like gods, but I am extremely greedy for the fireworks of this world. "

"A person like me cannot be a hero or a tyrant. I will always be a small person, trying my best to survive in the changing times."

Lin Jinjiang was silent for a long time. Along the way, he saw Fan Wujiu's unremitting pursuit of justice and Xie Bian's silent love.

Now here, he couldn't tell what he saw from He Zangjia.

Maybe it’s the helplessness of drifting with the crowd, maybe it’s the indomitable tenacity

Lin Jinjiang asked softly: "Then who do you think Li Jun is? He is also a hero?"

"Him?"

He Zangjia grinned and suddenly pointed to a ray of light in the distant sky.

"Hope?" Lin Jinjiang murmured to himself.

"No, he is a roar against the darkness of this world made by millions of people like us who are made of flesh and blood and are suppressed and unable to speak! Go to hell with your mother's machinations, go to hell with your mother's ambitions and desires! God will not show you the way. , of course someone drew a sword to clear the way!"

"So if you can one day compile their story into a dream, remember to tell me."

He Zangjia said loudly: "Let me, a timid person who is afraid of death, be a lone man who breaks through the darkness!"

"good!"

"Then it's settled."

With a smile on his face, He Zangjia raised his empty wine bottle and laughed into the wind.

"The joy of a farmhouse is no worse than the competition between the city and the government. The way of the world is like a field, where good seeds are cultivated and bad seedlings are weeded out."

"When the spring breeze blows next year and the mountains are green, let's drink and chat again!"