When the supreme white-gold brilliance of the main god great ball of light, from the vast expanse that no one could perceive in the chaotic sea, with the power from the fifth order supreme, directly illuminated into the long river of time in the immortal path universe.

From a high-dimensional perspective, in the central axis of the plane of the Great Universe of the Immortal Dao, in the long river of time that has been spreading for hundreds of millions of years, the supreme brilliance of the main god is like a boulder that stands in the way...... No, it can't be called a boulder, it should be called a giant mountain directly, and it fell on the center of the river seven hundred years before Hong Tiangui came into the world.

The mighty waters of time were surging, but the giant mountain formed by the brilliance of the main god was majestic and unmoving, forcing the long river of time to diverge into two tributaries at that point in time······

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"What a plausible Ming Dynasty!"

"But no matter what, such a Chinese dynasty, at least on the outside, looks much better than that rotten braided Daqing!"

A young man in a green shirt who looked a little thin strolled through the crowded streets of Fuzhou City and sighed in a low voice.

As the first doppelganger of Hong Tiangui, the incarnation of the eastern side of the main god, he was just born, and he was used by the body to use the supreme power of the main god to directly reverse time and reborn in the Ming Dynasty before the Daqing Dynasty seven hundred years ago in the parallel time and space of the vast land of Shenzhou.

The street where he is located is the most prosperous street in Fuzhou, and the flow of people around him is endless.

Among them, most of the men wore small hats or scarves and wore coarse cloth short clothes; Women, on the other hand, wore "eyebrow covers" on their foreheads and wore skirts with wide sleeves.

Occasionally, you can also see a few scholars wearing square scarves, wearing Confucian robes, holding folding fans, walking on the street in pairs.

From time to time, a group of patrolling soap officers wearing blue cloth robes with narrow sleeves and carrying horizontal knives at their waists walked through the streets with solemn faces.

Coupled with the shouts of the vendors and the chatter of the people, they together created a prosperous classical market scene.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

"Madame asked me to call the young master home for dinner!"

The figure of a maid in a blue dress appeared behind the young man and shouted loudly.

Although she shouted hard, after all, as a woman, the so-called "loud" was actually inconspicuous on this noisy street, and countless merchants around her shouted and shouted one after another, directly covering up this sound.

However, the young man was obviously not an ordinary person, and ordinary people might have directly ignored the woman's shout, but he heard it clearly in the downtown area, and directly stopped and turned around.

"Sister Xianglan, I'll go home with you!"

When he turned around, he revealed a handsome face that could be called rich and elegant, and he was as rich as jade, and instantly saw the blue-skirted maid Xiang Lanqiao's face flush.

"Well, then young master, let's go back together!"

Because of the mystery of reincarnation, it wasn't until last week that the young man recovered all the memories shared with him by Hong Tiangui.

After carefully recalling the memories of the seventeen years before awakening, combined with the observations of the past week, the young man suddenly found that his reincarnated character had a sense of déjà vu.

But now was not the time for him to think about it further.

Under the guidance of the maid Xianglan, the young man walked through the noisy street and walked to a mansion that covered a huge area close to the outer city of Fuzhou.

Stepping through the gate of the mansion, there is a wide square.

A sturdy man in a short shirt, under the leadership of the leading martial artist, was practicing fist and foot kung fu in the square.

In the center of the square, a huge penang dart flag is hung high, with the word "Fuwei" written on it.

When he saw the young man and the maid Xianglan approaching, several martial artists who were still practicing the men in the square hurriedly stopped the movements in their hands, hugged their fists and half-respectfully, and said a word to the young man respectfully.

"I've seen the young man's dart!"

The young man also smiled and clenched his fists in return, and strode towards the inner hall of the mansion.

Due to the extreme inequality of the status of men and women in this era, although the "lady" sent someone to call the young man back for dinner, in fact, she could not serve it most of the time except for some private banquets.

At this time, although the dining table in the inner hall was already full of food, around the dining table, there was only a middle-aged man with a majestic face sitting in the main seat, and the other senior dart-headed men with big shoulders and round waists who looked very difficult to mess with sat in the second seat.

"Peaceful!"

Seeing the young man walk in, the middle-aged man with the Chinese face stood up happily and introduced him.

"Come and see your Uncle Li in Bashu, Uncle Wang in Shandong, and Uncle Liu in Guangxi!"

"I've seen Uncle Li, Uncle Wang, and Uncle Liu!"

After seeing the young man clasping his fists and saluting, the three big men hurriedly stood up.

"You don't have to be polite!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Sit down, sit!"

In short, after a period of greetings, the young man Lin Pingzhi sat on the right hand of the man with the face of the national character, while the others also sat down again around the table.

In the past, the cronies and subordinates who have been sitting in the branch of the Dart Bureau in the provinces of Shenzhou, there are three of them today, and they returned to the headquarters of the Fuwei Dart Bureau to report their work, so that the majestic man with the face of the national character, Lin Zhennan, the chief dart head of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, is very happy.

During the dinner, he continued to toast to the three darts with great interest, and the three darts were also very face-saving and frequently raised their glasses in return.

After a while, after drinking and drinking, the three burly dart-headed men began to tell their own stories in a loud voice.

In this era, the dart game, especially the dart head of a big dart game like Fuwei Dart Board, is rare in the land of China, and people who have really traveled from south to north and seen a lot of people in person.

The conversation at the banquet involved information on the geography, folk customs, and local forces of Bashu, Shandong, Guangxi, and five or six surrounding provinces.

“······ It is said that the four disciples of Yu Lao Dao, the master of the Song Feng Guanguan, are called 'heroes and heroes' by the people of the rivers and lakes, and they are the true inheritance of Yu Lao Dao with one hand and the heart-destroying palm······

“······ That damn Demon Sect has subdued another batch of cottages in Shandong, as far as I know, it is the owner of the Five Lotus Mountain, and the toll of our Dart Bureau Branch will rise again······"

“······ It is rumored that the Jade Sect Chief of the Taishan Sect and the Left Head of the Songshan Sect drank together in the Red Bird Tower in Shanxi last month, and they don't know if it's true or not, if it's true, the face of the Sect Leader that day is ······."

When Lin Zhennan was chatting with the three dart heads, talking freely about the gossip news circulating on the rivers and lakes.

From time to time, from the dinner table, from the depths of Lin Pingzhi's memory, there were some familiar, the names of the characters in the martial arts written by the Jin Daxia on the Celestial Plane plane, and he couldn't help but bow his head and smile bitterly.

When I woke up to my memory a week ago, I found something wrong, so it turned out to be like this!

I thought that Lin Pingzhi's name was just a coincidence with the Fuwei Dart Mansion where he lived, but now that he has learned so many familiar names, Lin Pingzhi no longer dares to simply think that it is a coincidence.

It seems that in this world, there is a chance that something similar to the plot in that martial arts will happen.

Thinking of this, Lin Pingzhi, who is still the tragic protagonist in that plot, can't help but have an extremely complicated feeling in his heart.

Raising his head, Lin Pingzhi looked at the classical perpetual calendar hanging horizontally on the wall of the inner hall.

Below the perpetual calendar, is the year name of the current Ming Sheng-"Apocalypse", and next to it is the specific date "seven years and three years".

In the Ming Dynasty in the history of this vast land of China, one year old is ten years.

In other words, this Emperor of the Apocalypse has been reigning for a full seventy-three years.

There is only this, which is completely consistent with the historical chronology memory transmitted to him by the ontology and verified by the Taiping Society in later generations, and it reminds Lin Pingzhi all the time that there is no mistake in the time and space where you came.

This is indeed 700 years before Hong Tiangui led the Taiping Society to overthrow the timeline of the Daqing Dynasty······