The ancestors of the prehistoric people, join the chat group at the beginning

In the West, the same is true for belief in becoming a god.

To put it simply, it is to rely on the beliefs of all living beings, gather the power of faith, ignite the divine fire, gather the godhead, and become a god in one fell swoop.

【Ding!As the host thought, the "Faith Becoming God" rewarded by the second stage mission is the method of true achievement! 】

[Only by obtaining the method of becoming a god, can the host know how to use the power of faith, how to ignite the divine fire, and condense the godhead to become a god! 】

[Otherwise, even if he has achieved extraordinary achievements, he is just a reckless man who can't use brute force! 】

Perhaps after hearing Pu Jie's complaints, the system quickly answered him.

"Yo, the real way to become a god? This is a bit interesting!"

Hearing this, Pu Jie frowned, showing a hint of interest.

"However, I'm a little curious. Do you want me to establish a cult as an evil god? That's not okay, I will die a miserable death!"

Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something and shook his head.

【Ding!The method of becoming a god is the orthodox method of Shinto, not a cult as the host said! 】

[The host please don't have unreal fantasies, work hard to code words and write books, and strive to become a god as soon as possible! 】

【come on! 】

"What you said makes sense, but I'm speechless!"

Hearing the system's second answer, Pu Jie shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Obviously, the horoscope for completing the task has not yet been written off, and it is too early to say these words.

If you want to know whether the method of becoming a god mentioned by the system is true, you will know after completing the second stage of the task.

"New book... what subject should I write about..."

Thinking of this, Pu Jie fell into deep thought.

Chapter 105 Advent

1760, which is the 25th year of Qianlong.

In this year, the big and small Hezhuo soldiers were defeated and fled westward. They entered Badak Mountain through Congling Mountain, and were captured and killed by Surtansha, the leader of Badak Mountain, and the rebellion was put down.

The pacification of the size and Zhuo rebellion marked the full completion of the unification war with the Qing Dynasty.

This is also one of the great achievements of Qianlong's self-proclaimed perfect old man.

It was precisely because of the pacification of the chaos of the great and the small, and the initial order of the world, Qianlong was interested in going to the Western Mountains to hunt.

In order to celebrate the peace of the world and reward the meritorious soldiers, Qianlong decided to increase the tax revenue of all parts of the world by [-]%.

Is this a problem?

There is nothing wrong with it!

Therefore, in order to make money, the officials below insisted on collecting taxes from Qianlong for 60 years in some areas.

All in all, the world is peaceful, all officials sing and dance, and the river is clear and the sea is feasting.

It is suffering for the people of the world.

They finally survived the 21 years of Qianlong's floods, locust plagues and other natural disasters. Before they could take a breath, they did not expect that man-made disasters would come again.

More than a hundred years ago, in order not to be beheaded, he shaved his head, softened his knees, and bent his spine.

Now, he can only barely survive like a bereaved dog.

Sad and deplorable, pitiful and hateful!

Let’s not talk about these large-scale things for the time being, let’s talk about Emperor Qianlong who I brought to the Qing Dynasty.

He's in a bad mood right now, his face is so gloomy that it's dripping water.

Sitting on the dragon chair in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, wearing a yellow dragon robe, Qianlong stared at the front in a daze.

"I was going to kill you directly! However, I decided to give you a chance. If you can survive this catastrophe, I can let the past go, otherwise, just die!"

The murderous words of Qin Shihuang Yingzheng, the leader of the chat group, still echoed in his ears, making Qianlong both surprised and angry.

Even after many days had passed, he still couldn't forget this incident.

Sure enough, the expected thing happened.

He knew that the Han people have always had great opinions on the alien rule of the Central Plains.

Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty have never been cut off.

In the past, there was the Heaven and Earth Society of the Chaos Dynasty, later there was Lu Siniang who assassinated the first emperor, and then there is the present Red Flower Society.

Just like the weeds in the field, they can't be burned or killed.

Even he, the emperor, was always on guard, for fear that someone would break into the palace and assassinate him.

In this chat group, although there are six emperors, or candidates for the emperor's backup.

But apart from Qianlong, the other five were all Han emperors.

If they learn the history of the later generations, it is hard to guarantee that they will not unite and reject him.

Therefore, Qianlong has always kept a low profile so as not to attract the attention of others.

Enter the village secretly, not those who shoot.

He kept praying that Ying Zheng, the supernatural group leader, would not have too much opinion on him.

Otherwise, with the opponent's miraculous ability, killing him is nothing more than a matter of effort.

He hasn't been emperor enough, and he doesn't want to die yet.

Who knows, it is really a good spirit, a bad spirit.

The other party really paid attention to him, and also had great malice towards him.

Although he didn't take action to kill himself, it was obvious that this matter was not so easy to finish.

Didn't the other party say that it is only after the catastrophe is over that it is truly over.

So, what is the so-called catastrophe?

After pondering for a few days, Qianlong still had no clue.

The point is, he didn't dare to disclose this matter to anyone.

There is no one to discuss, and it is indeed a headache to rely on him to think of ideas alone.

No, in the past few days, I don't think about tea or food, and I have lost a lot of weight.

This scene made everyone in the palace anxious.

Whether it is the queen mother, empress, concubines and eunuchs, big and small, they are all worried about his state.

"Report to the emperor, fifth elder brother, please see me!"

At this moment, the eunuch in the Hall of Mental Cultivation came forward cautiously and said aloud.

"Oh, let him in!"

Hearing the sound, Qianlong raised his head and replied weakly.

"Whoo!"

The little eunuch responded and stepped back.

After a while, the fifth elder brother Yongqi walked in.

After hitting a thousand, Yong Qi knelt on the ground on one knee and said, "Report to Emperor Ama, the woman in the Xishan hunting ground has woken up!"

In the past few days, he has been surrounding the woman in the hunting ground, inviting the imperial doctor and serving her closely.

Therefore, he did not know that his father, Emperor Qianlong, had changed.

"Oh? I'll go and have a look!"

Hearing Yongqi's words, Qianlong recalled the secret report at the sticky pole, his spirit was shaken, and he said.

As for the matter of chatting with the group leader before, let's put it aside.

If, that woman is really...

After leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Qianlong took Yongqi into Shufangzhai amidst the greetings of "the emperor is auspicious".

"Your Majesty is auspicious!"

Walking into Shufangzhai, all the serving maids saluted quickly.

Qianlong waved his hand, came to the bed, looked at the woman on the bed.

Her face was pale due to excessive blood loss, her eyes were closed tightly, and she did not wake up.

However, he whispered in his mouth: "It hurts...it hurts...fan, picture scroll...don't snatch my fan...if the thing is there, I am here; if the thing is lost, I will die..."

She seemed to be having a nightmare, and her face was full of fear.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Qianlong sat in front of the bed, patted the woman's cheek, and asked in a low voice, "Can you hear me? Can you tell me something about you? How old are you?"

"I am eighteen, born in the year of Renxu..."

The woman replied subconsciously, as if she was awake or dreaming.

"Then... what month were you born?"

Qianlong pinched his fingers, his heart was shaken, and he continued to ask.

"I... the first day of August, I was born on the first day of August..."

The woman then replied.

Qianlong thought about it again, and couldn't help being shocked.

That's right, this is indeed Xia Yuhe's daughter!

"Then what's your last name?"

Thinking of this, Qianlong couldn't help asking more gently.

Little Swallow was in a trance, opened his eyes and looked at Qianlong.

"Last name... I don't have a last name..."

The woman continued to reply in a daze.

"Why is there no surname? Didn't your mother tell me?"

When Qianlong heard the words, he only felt a burst of heartache.

"I don't know...not sure...I have a surname...my surname is Xia..."

The woman pondered for a while, then spoke intermittently.

When she said this, her brows were tightly wrinkled, as if she was in pain.

"hiss..."

This time, Qianlong was very excited.

According to the secret report at the sticky pole and the other party's dictation, that guess was completely confirmed.

The other party was indeed the seed he left behind after the wind in the south of the Yangtze River.

In other words, the woman lying on the bed was his daughter.

The other party broke into the Xishan hunting ground, maybe it was to find his biological father, right?

Thinking of this, Qianlong couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his sleeves, and gently wiped the sweat of the woman lying on the bed.

He asked hoarsely, "What's your name?"

The woman replied: "I...my name is Little Swallow..."

Qianlong was stunned, is this the name?

So how did this child grow up?