Cyber Daming

"Master Ma, please elaborate a little more."

Zhang Siyuan spoke in a hurry. Although he had just switched from the Confucian order to the "academy" lineage, he was still the head of the third order. He was still a long way from the sage of the second order, not to mention the pursuit of immortality in the first order.

But "immortality" was a dark cloud hanging over the heads of all Mingtu followers, especially after the demise of the Zhu family, the "originator", it became more difficult to find out the truth.

Originally, after his father's death, Zhang Siyuan had no hope for this matter, and he asked just now just on a whim.

But what surprised Zhang Siyuan was that Master Ma actually had clues about "immortality", which made him excited for a while.

After all, "seeking knowledge" and "solving doubts" are the core points of the academy's promotion. If he could start from this point, perhaps he could really hope to be promoted to the second order of Confucianism.

"There is no solid evidence. I am just guessing based on the information sent back by Lao Li."

Ma Wangye frowned slightly, as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

Lin Jinjiang, who was unable to speak, was very observant and quickly filled his empty cup.

"As far as I know, the lifespan shackles of those who follow the order have a long history, and can even be traced back to the time of Emperor Yizong. When he was drawing up the order, he might have already started planning this matter."

Prince Ma said slowly: "The Zhu family achieved the revival of the empire in troubled times with the power of vertical and horizontal, and naturally knew how great the threat of the major orders was to their rule. The fact that Emperor Chongzhen was able to suppress the various sects in the Ming land does not mean that the younger generation of heirs also have this ability. In order to maintain the stability of the empire, he had to find ways to weaken the power of other families."

"The source of power of the Ming soil order is rooted in the bloodline. If you want to suppress and weaken it, you must start with the bloodline, and this happens to be the area where the vertical and horizontal order is good at. Or to be more precise, it is good at all the "position" sequences that can be established, including the Confucian order."

Speaking of this, Prince Ma looked at Zhang Siyuan meaningfully.

"Master Ma, you should know what kind of person I am, Zhang Siyuan."

The current headmaster of the New Donglin Academy laughed and said, "I have no interest in riding on the head of others for the 'position'."

"Of course I know, otherwise I would not tell you this news."

Master Ma continued, "To start with blood genes, the best way is to start with hundreds of millions of ordinary people. Therefore, starting from Emperor Yizong, the Zhu family has formed a kind of shackles in their blood genes through the position, and gradually strengthened it in the blood changes of generations."

"The Zhu family is very smart. They know that once what they do is discovered, the entire dynasty will immediately become the target of public criticism. . Therefore, the entire process of the formation of the shackles was extremely slow and the time span was very long. By the time other sequences reacted, it was too late and their life spans had been suppressed to the point where they were not much different from ordinary people. "

"I think in that deliberately erased history, the sequences of each family should have resisted. Otherwise, the emperor of the Zhu family would not have become a short-lived ghost like us."

Ma Wangye sighed: "But judging from the final result, the Zhu family should have won in the end. I even think that the decline of the Ming, Miscellaneous, and Agricultural sequences may be related to this incident."

After hearing this, Zhang Siyuan looked calm, but Lin Jinjiang could not suppress the throbbing and horror in his heart.

In his opinion, this was a shocking conspiracy spanning a thousand years. Dozens of Zhu emperors took over and advanced, and the lives of the entire Mingtu were calculated.

A lot of history was changed and hidden, the constant fighting between the various sequences, the establishment of the population base, the appearance of the Huangliang dream

All the seemingly unrelated people or things seemed to have traces at this moment, and there was a black hand behind the scenes manipulating all of this.

"Do you feel incredible and your back is cold?"

The horse king seemed to hear the deafening exclamation in Lin Jinjiang's heart, and handed the wine glass in his hand to the other party.

"When I saw these news, I also felt creepy, and at the same time I was glad that our group of people could meet Mr. Zhang and escape from the dead behind him."

The horse king picked up two more wine glasses from the table and handed one to Zhang Siyuan, who was silent.

"Cheers to Mr. Zhang."

"Cheers to the peaks of the world."

"Cheers"

Zhang Siyuan buried his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and the voice he spoke was extremely weak, making it difficult for people to hear what he said.

The wine glasses were raised at the same time, but they were not handed to the mouth, but poured to the ground.

It was a happy place with constant laughter, but the atmosphere in this corner became unusually solemn.

Zhang Fengyue not only destroyed a dynasty, demolished the cannibalistic ancestral halls and Taoist temples, but also broke the shackles for hundreds of millions of Ming people.

He left behind a clean, pure, and hopeful Ming land.

Although there are no more Fengyue in the world, there are green mountains everywhere now.

"Master Ma, there is still one thing I don't quite understand."

Lin Jinjiang asked: "I can understand that the Zhu family wants to consolidate their rule, so they use this method to suppress and weaken other sequences. But since they are also pulled into the game, why don't they just let go of the shackles, but keep guarding this road?"

"Human life is short, and the country's life is long."

Prince Ma said: "If we let go, the Ming Empire might have been overthrown a long time ago. But if we don't let go, the Zhu family will have a lot of room for maneuver. Even if they are suppressed, they will only be able to tolerate it for a hundred years at most, and there will always be opportunities to turn around." . After all, the weakening of the royal family usually means the beginning of troubled times. You should know how strong Zonghengxuan is in troubled times."

"Besides."

Prince Ma smiled disdainfully: "Once someone from the Zhu family can be promoted to the First Order, then they will seize the tempting bargaining chip of 'immortality' and turn all the sequences of 'seeking oneself rather than others' into their loyal dogs, and bring Mingtu to the throne." Compared with becoming a barbarian and becoming a true god, do you think the emperors of the Zhu family would give up?"

"If you receive orders from Heaven, you will live forever"

Lin Jinjiang murmured to himself: "They are not simple characters."

"Master Ma, did Brother Jun say what to do now?"

Zhang Siyuan finally spoke.

It is true that the Zhu family, the culprit, is gone, but their group of 'damaged' Mingren are still in a short-lived state.

Not only that, even the newly born followers still have a limited lifespan. It is unknown how many years it will take for the entire Ming Dynasty to completely eliminate the influence exerted by the Zhu family on the bloodline genes.

"The Zhu family's evil god gameplay is not new in barbarian lands. It is the mainstream of sequence inheritance there. The people at the source call themselves gods and control the life and death of people in the same sequence."

Prince Ma said helplessly: "But you can let Li Jun kill people, but if you ask him to find a way to save people, it will be too difficult for him. He sent the message back because he wanted us to think of a way."

Zhang Siyuan frowned and asked, "Do Zhao Qingxia and the others have any ideas?"

"After solving the problem of Minggui's transformation, he has mobilized the elite of the craftsman line to begin to tackle this field. But judging from the progress, the situation is not optimistic."

"If even Mo Xu can't do anything, it seems that Mantu has to make a trip."

Zhang Siyuan suddenly cursed: "Damn it, if I had known this, I wouldn't have allowed Yang Baize to take charge of New Donglin Academy. No, I have to find a way to get rid of this pick."

"I've finished telling you all the news I know. Now can you two play your own tricks? Master Ma, my bullet has been loaded for a long time. If I don't fire it out, it will become a dud after a while."

Just as Lord Ma opened his mouth to drive people away, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open.

The person coming was walking straight towards this side, making loud noises in his mouth.

"It's such a great time, why are you three hanging out together if you don't have fun? Are you in poor health? I've told you that good steel should be used on the edge of the blade. You usually reward yourself for your hard work, but now it's the critical moment and you're blind. Bar."

"Shen Li, you kid is so stupid that you can't spit out ivory from your mouth!"

Prince Ma rolled his eyes, picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it away.

"Thank you, Mr. Ma, for the wine!"

The man grabbed the wine bottle with bold and uninhibited movements, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He took a brocade stool and sat across from everyone.

"Master Shen, long time no see."

Lin Jinjiang said hello.

"Are you a bustard?"

Shen Li recognized Lin Jinjiang. When they were in the Japanese area, the two had a chance encounter, but they didn't have much interaction.

"I heard that you are doing well in 'Jinjiang Miscellaneous Talk' now, right? I watched it often when I was in Liaodong. When will you record an episode for me?"

"No problem. I can do it whenever you have time, Mr. Shen. Then you just chat for a while, and I'll go see if the brothers have made arrangements."

Lin Jinjiang wisely stood up, clapped his hands and shouted: "Girls, don't be restrained, show your skills."

"Is your kid not dead yet?"

Zhang Siyuan looked at the dusty Shen Li, his eyes resting on the scars on his face.

"You are also the Lord of Tianque now. You are a hero. Why don't you deal with those things on your face?"

"I am not the master of Tianque, I just look after Brother Jun's house."

Shen Li grabbed some food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, and drank a whole bottle of Jiannan Shaochun before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Now, I can live one day at a time. Maybe I will die at some point, so why should I care about that?"

"Your troubles haven't been solved yet?"

Zhang Siyuan's expression suddenly tightened.

"If you take the wrong path, how can you turn back so easily? I am content to have survived until now."

Shen Li seemed very calm and turned to look at Lord Ma.

"Oh, Master Ma, you are so handsome in this skin. Who did you get it for?"

Prince Ma slapped Shen Li's oily hands away and said angrily: "Did you become stupid in the mountains?"

"Just kidding."

Shen Li laughed and praised: "But one thing is that Zhao Qingxia really has two brushes, and he can actually let you Minggui regain your physical body. The key is that your own order is not affected, which is really amazing. "

Prince Ma looked unkind: "Stop making jokes here. I asked you to come to Mo Hospital for treatment last year. Why the hell didn't you come?"

"I can't get away." Shen Li spread his hands and said helplessly: "It's not like you don't know how much trouble those brats who practice martial arts alone can cause trouble. If I just look less, they can turn around and stab me. A huge basket."

"It is this virtue to practice martial arts alone. If you can suppress it, they will not even think about being promoted to the throne."

Zhang Siyuan grabbed the conversation and said coldly: "The sect's martial arts style is not suitable for them. The more you control them, the slower they will develop. Don't you understand this?"

Shen Li chuckled and said, "Of course I understand, but they are still seedlings now, and Brother Jun is not here. What if I don't protect them and they are plucked out?"

"Who dares?!"

Prince Ma's eyes widened, and the coldness spread all over his body.

"Stop talking about this, do you have any clues about what I asked you two to do last time?"

Not long ago, Shen Li sent messages to Moyuan and Xindonglin Academy respectively, asking them to help find a martial arts injector, or find a way to replace the martial arts injector.

"After the sect's martial arts order was completed, there were fewer and fewer injectors in Mingtu. There were not many high-order positions in the new independent martial arts order. Even if they wanted to use the old methods to draw martial arts, they would not be able to satisfy these little bastards. needs.”

Shen Li looked sad: "If we can't find an alternative, this road will become increasingly difficult."

Prince Ma and Zhang Siyuan looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

The emergence of the martial arts injector was originally the last legacy left by the sect to Wu Xu. As the older generation withered away, the injector became almost impossible to copy.

Moreover, with the temperament of the current solo martial artist, it is unlikely that he would be willing to make wedding clothes for future generations.

In terms of combat power, going it alone is naturally much better than a sect. But when it comes to inheritance, even a solo patriot cannot keep up with the martial arts of a sect.

Even the current Tianque is more like a platform for a group of independent martial arts to communicate. Many people are simply unwilling to join Tianque and make their own way in the bright earth.

"It seems there is absolutely nothing we can do."

Shen Li let out a long sigh: "Forget it, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. When I return to the west, Tianque will be disbanded. I don't care, I am afraid that when Brother Jun comes back, he will find that Tianque is gone and feel chilled. ”

"You kid, stop trying to bully us here."

Lord Ma laughed and scolded: "We can't solve the problem of the injector, but can't you steal it alone?"

"You mean Taotie? This is a way, but now in Mingtu, where can we find someone to rob it?" Shen Li said blankly.

"Xiao Zhang, look, he's still pretending. It seems that the mountains of Liaodong not only didn't make him stupid, but on the contrary, they also have a lot of tricks up their sleeves."

Prince Ma poked Shen Li with his finger. Zhang Siyuan, who was standing next to him, laughed when he heard this and said, "The martial artist doesn't use a knife, so he changes his mind to action. It's just that he's not very honest, and he actually plotted against us."

"You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are because you are not a householder."

Shen Li was not ashamed after being exposed. He chuckled and finally stated his purpose: "Ming Tu can't be robbed, but Man Tu can be robbed. How about the three of us get together and try Man Niang?" How do they feel?"

Lord Ma crossed his arms and said, "It's not that it can't be discussed."

"You can taste it, but there is one condition you must agree to first."

Zhang Siyuan took advantage of his face and said: "You have to go to Mo Yuan to solve your problem first, otherwise there is no way!"

"No problem. After finishing this wedding meal, I will go back and continue dreaming."

Shen Li agreed very readily this time, as if he had been relieved of the heavy burden he was carrying. He turned back and waved to the girls who were still waiting behind him.

"Come here, I won't pick Mr. Shen!"