Cyber Daming

The sky is dark and snowy, and the cold air is flowing away.

Lin Jinjiang folded his hands in his sleeves and walked among the dilapidated streets of Shibati slums, looking around happily.

He started out as a Goulan businessman. Although things are different now, he still doesn't feel any discomfort in such a mixed place. Instead, he feels as comfortable and comfortable as going home.

February is a cold time in Chongqing.

At this time of year, the hot pot restaurants in the streets and alleys are in peak season. Every house is bustling with people, and the popularity is as high as the steam from the pot. The aroma wafts into the cold wind, making passers-by stop in their tracks, salivating, and moving their index fingers.

"They are really a pair of master and disciple who are destined to be together. They both love this."

Lin Jinjiang smiled secretly and looked up at a wooden sign above his head that was covered with oil stains. The four characters "Millennium Old Shop" were particularly eye-catching. They even surrounded it with a circle of fiery red lights, so that he could see it from a distance. See.

Lin Jinjiang didn't quite believe that it had really been open for a thousand years, but the business in the store was really good.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the bustle rushed towards me, and the turbid and spicy air continued to penetrate my nostrils.

The old soup made from beef backbones is poured into a copper pot covered with red oil. It is boiling and bubbling. The shirtless waiters come and go like the wind, walking around in the crowded store.

It was crowded, and many diners were crowded together almost back to back, but no one was picky about the environment. They walked around the pot with long chopsticks and short chopsticks, shouting five or six glasses of wine.

Lin Jinjiang looked around and walked inside with difficulty along the cracks in the crowd. After seeing many smiling faces, he finally squeezed to a table and smiled at the man who was immersed in eating: "Sorry, I'm a little late. ”

The man had his head buried so that he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He was wearing an ordinary blue Confucian shirt. He looked ordinary, except for the two blood-red rings embroidered on the cuffs that were a little special.

This is the symbol of Jinling Chishe.

"Um."

The man didn't even raise his head, and with a vague hum in his mouth, he motioned for Lin Jinjiang to sit down.

Lin Jinjiang had long been aroused by the smell, so he opened the bench and sat down without being polite.

The two moved chopsticks like flying, and were speechless for a while.

When only some seasoning spices were left in the boiling red soup, he stopped at the same time.

"Have one?"

Lin Jinjiang took the cigarette thrown by the other party, held it in his hand and did not rush to light it, but looked at the other party steadily.

"Why, no?"

"meeting."

Lin Jinjiang smiled: "I'm just a little surprised at your change."

Bah

A cluster of flames jumped out, and in the rising light white smoke was a face that looked slightly weathered.

Lin Jinjiang was unwilling to use the word 'vicissitudes of life' on such a young person, but other than that, he couldn't find any other suitable words to describe the other person's eyes.

"Any changes?"

"Yes, and it's very big." Lin Jinjiang said with certainty.

"That's a good thing, because only dead people stay the same."

Yang Baize asked in a calm tone: "Do you need to find a quiet place?"

"No, it's fine here."

Lin Jinjiang said hurriedly, Yang Baize didn't force himself when he heard the words, he just raised his hand and waved it lightly.

There was obviously no trace of the use of sequence power, but the noise around him suddenly weakened.

There was silence, and the sound of boiling soup was particularly harsh.

Lin Jinjiang twisted his body uncomfortably on the bench, pursed his lips, and asked in a joking tone: "Aren't all of you in this store from Chishe?"

"All of them."

To his surprise, Yang Baize actually nodded seriously.

"The hyenas from the Zongshe Party have been biting hard recently. Although they probably don't have the guts to sneak into the Peace Hotel's territory, it's better to be careful."

Yang Baize said it in an understatement, but Lin Jinjiang's heart trembled when he heard it.

As a "big shot" with tens of millions of fans among Huangliang, Lin Jinjiang's sources of information are quite rich, even as much as those of some large forces. Naturally, he has heard of the "Zongshe Party" organization.

After the Battle of Jinling, all the backbone of the old Ming Dynasty were killed and wounded, and the Confucian clan that relied on the Zhu family also suffered heavy losses. But in the end, it was a tree with deep roots and a profound foundation. It did not collapse with the Ming Empire, but was replaced by the Ming Dynasty. Light turns to darkness, lurking everywhere in the new bright land.

It stands to reason that with Ruxu's consistent character, after experiencing such a tragic failure, he should hide and hide in the dark, lick his wounds and recover his strength.

However, these clans went against the norm. Instead of trying to sweep away the troubles in front of each other or adding insult to injury, they stuck together tightly and established the Clan Socialist Party.

In the former Southern Zhili area, members of the Red Society were assassinated everywhere. There were many fights between the two sides, causing deaths and injuries to each other.

What makes these scholars so brave and unafraid of death is naturally not face and reputation, but real survival.

After the collapse of the Ming Empire, Ruxu's "official career" line lost the court system on which it relied for survival, and became a tree without roots and water without a source.

In other words, their path to promotion has been cut off. Even if they hide and do not resist, these "confucian scholars" will gradually fall down the order as time goes by, until they die due to genetic decay.

And if they want to move forward again, there are only two ways.

One is to establish a new dynasty, and the other is to restore the old Zhu Ming.

Based on the current situation in Mingtu, the first method is basically impossible to achieve. Although the second method is also hopeless, after all, the time for Zhu Ming's destruction is still short, and there are still some people who are willing to support them, which is more difficult in comparison. Much smaller.

Therefore, these clans and the remnants of Honghu colluded together again in an attempt to restore the country.

Lin Jinjiang even heard that in the hands of the senior leaders of the Zongshe Party, there are still some Zhu family bloodlines that have not yet been born. When the time is right, they can set up the dragon flag again and compete for the throne.

However, no matter how true or false these rumors are, the former Zhu Ming royal family has now completely become a puppet in the hands of others, with no chance of turning around.

"We should have started talking now, right?"

Yang Baize looked at Lin Jinjiang, who had a stiff expression, and said with a smile, "Don't you need to show your copy of the document?"

"No need this time. I'm going to change the method this time. After the discussion is over, I will pass on the whole story."

Lin Jinjiang smiled awkwardly and felt a little regret in his heart. He regretted that his invitation was too rash and ignored Yang Baize's identity as the leader of the Red Society.

In addition, the changes in the other party are so big that it scares him. Lin Jinjiang can't help but worry secretly that if he rashly lets out the conversation with the other party, it may...

"Are you worried that I will incite and influence your onlookers?"

Yang Baize saw through Lin Jinjiang's thoughts at a glance and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone has their own ambitions. Chishe will never force others, let alone embarrass friends."

"It's me who uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman."

Lin Jinjiang put on a ashamed posture, cupped his fists and raised his hands: "Then I'll start asking?"

"please."

Lin Jinjiang picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, trying his best to gather his thoughts and shift the focus of the conversation from Chishe to Yang Baize personally.

"You also like to eat hot pot now. Are you missing people after seeing things?"

"That's not entirely the reason. I was also born in Sichuan. It's my natural instinct to like spicy food. And I now find that eating spicy food can make people energetic. Only when you are sober can you think about things better."

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Jinjiang blurted out subconsciously, and when he saw Yang Baize was silent and his expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he immediately understood that he had asked nonsense.

What else can be thought of, of course, can only be how to develop the Red Society and how to find out the Zongshe Party and kill them all.

"Ha ha."

Lin Jinjiang smiled. This was the first time that he was suppressed by the momentum of the person he was interviewing.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted to continue the conversation, Yang Baize's identity would be unavoidable no matter what, so instead of continuing to be coy and secretive, it would be better to simply talk openly and openly.

With his mind set, Lin Jinjiang lowered his head to light the cigarette, but found that it had become wet with sweat from his palm.

"I heard that Xindonglin Academy has reopened its enrollment?"

Lin Jinjiang put the cigarette close to the fire, toasted it, and asked.

"Xindonglin Academy has never closed its doors. It was only because the position of the mountain director has been vacant after Master Zhang left, so it was suspended."

Lin Jinjiang looked shocked and asked: "So there is a new mountain chief now? Who is it?"

"You also know Zhang Siyuan."

Yang Baize gave a rare sigh: "Actually, with his ability, being an academy chief is completely overqualified. It is only right that he should lead the Red Society. It's a pity that he is not interested in this and only wants to teach and educate." people."

"Perhaps this is exactly what Mr. Zhang expected of him. Mr. Zhang's life is so difficult, so naturally he doesn't want his son to follow his old path again."

Lin Jinjiang took over the conversation: "To be honest, it's surprising that Zhang Siyuan is willing to serve as the headmaster of Xindonglin Academy. I originally thought that he would leave everything behind and travel around the world to become a free mountain man."

"It seems you know him very well."

Yang Baize said with a smile: "Uncle Master really doesn't want to be tied down, so he only agreed to help me manage the New Donglin Academy for ten years, and the students he recruits cannot be limited to Confucianism. Anyone with lofty ideals can study in the academy. ”

"Zhang Shanchang is also a good person."

Lin Jinjiang's face was full of sighs, but his eyes were uncontrollably looking at the blush on Yang Baize's sleeves.

"If a scholar does not have the Six Arts chip implanted, he may have to study hard for ten years before he can be promoted to the Xu Ninth Scholar. He will become a gentleman by being independent and diligent, and he will be appreciated by the nobles and become the Xu Qi disciple. From then on, he will step into the palace and wear official clothes. Food King Grain, from the six officials in Xu to climb up step by step, they have to go through three dragon gates: Huang Menlang, local official Situ, and Tianguan Zhongzai. Only one out of ten thousand can finally become the leader of a party and hope to get involved in Confucianism. The eternal teacher.”

Lin Jinjiang finished the entire sequence of the Confucian Preface in one breath, and said in a solemn tone: "But now that the Ming Empire has been destroyed, the official career can be regarded as completely cut off. Nowadays, relying solely on the academy lineage can make up for the lack of the Confucian Preface. These dragon gates?”

After going round and round, the topic finally returned to Ruxu's current predicament.

In fact, there is one thing that Lin Jinjiang has not said in his heart, that is, many of the backbones of Chishe are also in the official lineage, including Zhang Siyuan and Yang Baize. If they cannot transfer their sequence to the academy lineage, then they will face The same fate as Gate Valve.

Unless, the ultimate goal of Chishe is also to establish a new career system.

"Actually, 'Shan Chang' is the name of Xusan, a lineage of Confucian academy."

Yang Baize said slowly: "Many years ago, when Mr. Zhang resigned as the head of Xindonglin Academy and decided to become an official, he had already established the Preface Three of the Confucian Xu Academy lineage, so there is no way to make up for the lack. Moreover, the particularity of the Confucian order allows followers to switch between the two lines after meeting certain conditions, so Chishe has no worries."

Lin Jinjiang was shocked: "Why would that clan establish a socialist party to risk the disapproval of the world?"

"Because I don't agree with New Donglin Academy to readmit them. Without this condition, they can only be the remnants of the previous dynasty. The clan likes Shixiu to surrender, but I have only one answer for traitors."

Yang Baize's tone was cold: "Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air inside the store suddenly became cold.

Lin Jinjiang remained calm and glanced around with the corner of his eye. The members of the Red Society who were pretending to be diners were all sitting upright, with solemn expressions and a sense of solemnity.

Now he completely understands why those remnants of the powerful family are keeping an eye on Yang Baize because he doesn't give others a way to survive.

It is now the third year of the New Calendar, but in just thirty-six months, there is only enough time for a newborn child to learn to open a book, and not enough time to learn many words.

But it is enough to turn a passionate young man into a heart as hard as iron and a hand as cold as a knife.

But Lin Jinjiang knew that he was not qualified to judge the right or wrong of the other party. As a Zaxu, his mission was only to record and disseminate.

"Then after killing all the officials, where will Chishe go?"

Lin Jinjiang frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "In other words, what do you think the future of Mingtu will be like?"

"war."

Yang Baize did not hide anything and said without hesitation: "There will definitely be a war breaking out in the future, but it will not necessarily break out in the Bright Earth, between the major forces today. In my opinion, it will be an external war. aggression."

"Barbarian?"

Lin Jinjiang was stunned and asked, "Does Chishe want to help them resist?"

"Of course not."

Yang Baize grinned and lit a new cigarette with the remaining cigarette butt.

"To find them a new owner!"

"You guys came quite early. But how come Zou Sijiu's grandson is becoming more and more stingy now that his family fortune is getting bigger? He actually doesn't arrange meals for guests coming from afar, so you are reduced to eating in such a nook and cranny?" "

Outside the store door, before the figure could even step into the store door, a hearty laugh broke in first.

"Uncle Master, you are finally here."

Yang Baize stood up to greet him with a smile on his face.

All the members of the Red Society also raised their hands and saluted, and said in unison: "Shan Chief!"

"What are you dressing up like? Are you pretending to be gang members? Are you all full? Get out of here as soon as you are."

Zhang Siyuan rolled his eyes angrily when he walked into the store. He sat beside Lin Jinjiang carelessly, took out a pair of chopsticks and knocked on the table.

"Boy, give me what these two people just ate!"

Zhang Siyuan shouted: "I have to hurry up and fill my stomach. I heard that Master Ma has prepared a bare-chested battle for us in Jinlou later in the day with fewer enemies and more enemies. The situation is extremely dangerous. We need to hurry up and provide support!"