The swarthy barrel of the gun showed through the remnants of the previous fire.

Direction, precision.

Xiao Zhu Si only needs to pull it gently, and the fate bird of Taichang old slave will be released.

As for why the flintlock pistol in Lao Zhu's hand is in Xiao Zhu Si's hand, the reason is also simple, Xiao Zhu Si is about to lead the fleet to sea, and this flintlock pistol is a farewell gift from Lao Zhu to Xiao Zhu Si.

Looking at the old slave Taichang again, when he saw the muzzle of the black hole aimed at him, a pair of pupils shrank sharply, and a scene seemed to appear in his mind.

It was a goose feather snow, and with a 'bang', my skull was lifted.

Where the hell does this memory come from?!

The old slave subconsciously covered his Tianling Gai with both hands, and took two steps back, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, he was sure that he had never seen such a firearm before.

Xiao Zhu Si is also very puzzled, I am aiming my gun at your fate bird, what are you doing with your head.

'Space-time isotope memory? ’

Ji Boying, who was on the side, glanced at the old slave and saw that the flintlock pistol was abnormal, and roughly guessed something from the familiarity in the old slave's eyes.

Is it because the old slave of another time and space died abnormally, so some profound memories of pre-death fragments will be synchronized to other space-time isotopes across time and space to help other space-time isotopes avoid disaster? ’

However, this is only a little speculation about parallel time and space.

After all, some parallel time and space science fiction films I have watched are generally based on this set of logic.

glanced at Xiao Zhu Si and gave Xiao Zhu Si a look to collect the gun.

Simple intimidation is likely to be ineffective for this generation of heroes.

Ji Boying looked at the old slave of Taichang.

"I'll give you two options now."

"One, he was beaten to death by the people present."

Groov.

The old slave was stunned.

If you want to kill, you can kill, sticking out your head is a knife, but if you blink an eye, I, Nurhachi, am not a man.

Fist and foot fighting? Don't bring such humiliating people!

"Second, after giving me this lesson, if I am satisfied with the results of your class, I will tell you everything that happened in the next three hundred years of the Jin Kingdom you established."

Hearing this, the old slave of Taichang subconsciously paused.

'Three hundred years from now? ’

'Isn't the Daikin I created dead?!' ’

The old slave can not care about his life and death.

After all, the king is the king.

Back then, from the moment he chose to turn against Ming, he was already mentally prepared for failure, and clearly knew that he had no way to live.

But.

The old slave can also clearly realize that his failure this time is full of indescribable weirdness, a bunch of tough generals who don't know the origin of the appearance appeared, and even Li Rusong, who had been dead for decades, crawled out of the grave and cut himself.

If he could know everything that should have happened, if he could know the future of Dakin, the old slave would definitely not be able to resist the temptation brought by this condition.

Silence, silence again.

Finally, the old slave took a deep breath and looked up at the line of words on the rice paper on the panel.

"Jiannu's Confession: An In-Depth Analysis of Self-Rise"

"I promise you."

The voice fell.

The corners of Ji Boying's mouth were slightly raised, and he sat down in the Taishi chair.

The next moment, with the Taishi chair, his figure hung behind and landed on the edge of the podium.

Like Li Er before, Taichang Old Slave saw this miracle, his pupils shrank in shock, and he confirmed the guess in his heart, and he also determined that the person in front of him was an immortal.

Providence so. ’

It turned out that the sky was going to kill me. ’

"However, as the immortals said, my big gold has three hundred years of national fortune. ’

"Let's talk."

Ji Boying said lightly.

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration.

'Let's talk. ’

That's a good name. ’

The future faculty class is defined by this name. ’

"Datang Li Er, is the first guest of the talk, and he can also be a resident guest."

The old rules.

A plate of pistachios, a cup of Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Da Hong Pao.

This kind of expensive tea is different from the 399 cups of fast tea in the teahouse, it is priceless and unmarketable, glamorous, and it is really the more you drink it, the more you drink, the better you go, no wonder rich people like to raise it themselves.

The old slave of Taichang, who was in shackles, raised his head and took a deep breath after a moment of silence, and began to speak.

"It all starts with a dark and windy night......"

Time, little by little.

In this lesson, the old slave spoke very carefully.

From the time his father and grandfather were mistakenly killed, from the time he became a slave of the Li family, in the process of narrating, his eyes did not look at anyone present, and the whole person seemed to be completely immersed in his own memories, telling his decades of Rong Ma.

It is not so much that he is telling these great princes of tomorrow, but that this is his inner monologue, a redemption for himself.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

When the sunset of Hongwu time and space sprinkled into the main hall of the Drunken Immortal Building like blood, the self-report class of Taichang Old Slave finally ushered in the final end.

This lesson.

It is not only the experience of the great tomorrow's sons, but also the summary of the old slave's life on the history of self-struggle.

"Not bad."

Listening to people with your own ears is much more comfortable than reading an autobiographical book.

Ji Boying finished knocking the last pistachio in his hand and patted the scum in his hand.

Stand up.

His gaze swept over these great princes, and from their eyes, Ji Boying saw some deep thoughts and doubts.

It is enough to have these, if you can gain enlightenment and doubt, there will be thinking, there will be precipitation and harvest, these are all soft power improvements.

And since the old slave has finished the lecture as promised, Ji Boying naturally has to fulfill his promise.

"Seriously watch."

"What you want to see next is the Dajin you have established, and the national fortune for the next three hundred years."

The voice fell.

Taichang Old Slave's body trembled, and before he could get ready, the 36D holographic projection was turned on, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

Lao Zhu and the other princes of the Great Tomorrow also tightened their minds, and they all subconsciously got up, their expressions solemn, staring at the changing scene around them.

They also want to see how the Braided Dynasty, which replaced the Ming Dynasty in the original trajectory and entered the Central Plains, is doing.

This time, the projections are all fancy edits.

Act 1: Huang Taiji ascended the throne, coerced Korea, changed the country to the Qing Dynasty, and won a great victory in Songjin.

Act II: Shunzhi ascended the throne, the Qing army entered the customs, Dingding Yanjing, Yangzhou ten days, Jiading three massacres.

Act III: Kangxi ascended the throne, captured Aobai wisely, leveled the three feudatories, China and Russia signed the "Treaty of Nebuchu", personally conquered Galdan, and won the throne in Kowloon.

Act 4: Yongzheng ascended the throne, spread the land into the mu, conquered Qinghai in the west, set up a secret reserve system, rectified the rule of officials, changed the land and returned to the stream, set up a military aircraft department, and strengthened the monarchy.

Act 5: Qianlong ascended the throne, went to the south of the Yangtze River six times, and composed tens of thousands of poems, one after another, two, three, four or five. Six, seven, eight, or nine, flew into the reeds and didn't see them.

Act 6: Jiaqing's accession to the throne, the White Lotus uprising, the killing of Heshen, the Tianli uprising, and the ban on duck pian.

Act 7: Daoguang ascended the throne, banned British smoking, British troops bombarded Humen, Humen sold cigarettes, the first Yapian War broke out, and the "Treaty of Nanjing", "Guangzhou Treaty", "Sino-US Wangxia Treaty" and "Sino-French Whampoa Treaty" were signed.

Act VIII: Xianfeng's ascension to the throne, the reorganization of the Military Aircraft Department, the Taiping Rebellion, the outbreak of the Second Ya Pian War, the signing of the Treaty of Tianjin, the burning of the Old Summer Palace by the Anglo-French forces, and the signing of the Treaty of Yanjing.

Act 9: Tongzhi ascends the throne, Xinyou coup, the empress dowager of the two palaces listens to the government, Cixi takes power, the Shaanxi-Gansu rebellion breaks out, the Youyang teaching case, Agubai rebellion, and young children go abroad.

Act 10: Guangxu's accession to the throne, Cixi's dictatorship, the signing of the Treaty of Yantai, Japan's occupation of the Ryukyus, the Sino-French War, the Battle of Mawei, the outbreak of the First Sino-Japanese Naval War, the signing of the Treaty of Shimonoseki, the Hundred Days Restoration, the Wuxu Coup, the Boxer Rebellion, the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Alliance, the signing of the Treaty of Xincho, and the compensation of 450 million taels of silver.

The scene is changing rapidly.

Finally, the scene is frozen at the moment when the "Xincho Treaty" was signed.

The surrounding picture dissipated like a dream bubble.

Everything as far as the eye can see has returned to the main hall of the Drunken Immortal Building.

"This is what would have happened to you in the three hundred years since I had not been on earth."

Ji Boying glanced at the old slave and said lightly.

For the braided dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, he really couldn't arouse any interest.

Although there is one thing that cannot be denied, that is, with the passage of time, under the three dynasties of Kang Yongqian, the national strength of the Braided Dynasty has indeed reached its heyday, and the land area has reached more than 13 million square kilometers in China.

However, the beginning is the peak.

Especially when it comes to Qianlong's conspicuous bag, this conspicuous bag is eating a lot of benefits left by his father Yongzheng, and he has to say that he is a struggling generation.

didn't talk about the heritage all day long, didn't mention the literary prison, and directly opened the beginning of the retreat and the closure of the country.

That's it, and the name will be passed on to future generations, ahh

When it comes to the prosperous era of the Qing Dynasty, it is the prosperous era of Kangqian.

That's it, he even leaked Yongzheng, who was caught in the middle and buried himself in coolies, Kang Qian is a Jer, and Yongzheng is the one who is the real cow cup.

As for the Qing Emperor after Qianlong, it is even more difficult to say.

Starting from the braided Daoguang, when the first "Nanjing Treaty" was signed, the braid dynasty dragged the descendants of Yan and Huang, who had a glorious history of 5,000 years, and embarked on a road of shame of no return.

If it weren't for the great man who came into the world......

"Daqing."

At this moment, the old slave of Taichang had a very complicated expression on his face.

When he first saw the first few scenes, he was still very excited in his heart, after all, his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, but when he saw the back, especially when he saw that the entire Qing court had become a vicious dog that oppressed his own people for foreigners, the whole person was in a state of blood.

That's it, and he is worthy of being a descendant of his Nurhachi?!

Lao Zhu Abiao and Lao Zhu Di and other princes of the great tomorrow also frowned.

After watching the rise and fall of this wave of braided dynasties just now, combined with the lessons they had taken before, they were all deeply aware of one point, that is, the evil consequences brought about by the backward Age of Discovery.

Once again, they also deeply realized why the immortal master had to focus on the Great Voyage with them again and again.

One step late, one step later.

If you are backward, you will be beaten, and if you are poor, you will be controlled by others.

Especially the 450 million silver, it simply shocked Lao Zhu's jaws, so much silver, this is tantamount to selling the country's blood and bones.

How did you sign this word?

"Weak for a hundred years, losing power and humiliating the country."

"Such a Qing Dynasty, don't do it!"

The old slave took a deep breath.

Instead, move slightly.

The shackles on his body made a clanging sound, and the old slave Taichang bowed deeply to Ji Boying.

"I have no regrets about the immortals."

The meaning of the old slave's words is to give a good time.

Ji Boying looked at the old slave of Taichang who saluted him, and he was a little surprised by the two words of the old slave just now.

He could clearly feel that after watching the projection of the braided Chao just now, the unwillingness in the old slave's heart disappeared completely.

It's like, you're creating a child with your heart in mind, expecting this child to fly into the clouds.

And then.

One day, you suddenly got a chance to really see the future of this child, which is a reluctant and shameful ending of life.

If you had a chance to get him off the wall, what would you choose?

"I promised you before, if you are satisfied with this class, then I will give you a chance to choose death freely."

Ji Boying's voice fell, and he shook it casually.

The old slave of Taichang subconsciously held it, and in his hand, there was a small white plastic bottle.

"This is the Soul Returning Pill."

"After swallowing this whole bottle, you will be painless and worry-free, and you will return to Jiuquan in your sleep."

"Now, you can choose a place you want to go to as a destination, and I'll send you there."

Hearing this, the old slave of Taichang first lowered his eyes and looked at the little white bottle in his hand that he had never seen before, and then raised his head slightly, and the remnant sun shone on his body through the eaves of the window, a daunting scene.

A smile spread across his face.

"There is Immortal Master Lao, send me to the bank of the Chibi River."

Chibi.

This is the place that the old slave has longed for all his life.

In his life, his favorite book to read is "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", which has been opened back and forth at least hundreds of times, and even some of his insights on the art of war are derived from this book.

"The halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, and the grinding and washing recognize the previous dynasty."

"Dongfeng doesn't have to deal with Zhou Lang, and Tongque Chun locks Er Qiao."

The old slave recited this poem from Du Mu's Chibi with emotion.

Ji Boying glanced at this Taichang Nurhachi, opened his mouth lightly, and slowly raised his hand.

Fingertips, falling.

"As you wish."

Tone falls.

The figure of the old slave of Taichang suddenly disappeared in place.

Ji Boying sent him to the bank of the Red Cliff in Taichang Time and Space, where there are still remnants of the war relics of the Battle of Chibi that year, and the Yangtze River is rushing.

As for the final outcome of this old slave in Taichang, it is no longer a matter that Ji Boying should be concerned about.

High probability.

The old slave of Taichang will be on the bank of the red cliff, facing the wind of the Yangtze River, following the evening sunset, relying on the relics of this great war thousands of years ago, and finally laughing three times in the sky and swallowing the bottle of sleeping pills.

Resting in Chibi, as his final destination, he did not lose the demeanor of a generation of heroes.

After sending away the old slave of Taichang, it is equivalent to announcing the complete end of the battle of Liaodong in Taichang time and space, and the remaining Jurchen tribes in Taichang time and space and the remnants of the Jin State cannot escape the killing of the Ming Dynasty.

Of course.

This kind of trivial matter does not need to fight across time and space, and Taichang time and space can handle it by itself.

If you can't figure this thing out, then you can directly ask Emperor Taichang to knock the red pill.

Then, Ji Boying's gaze swept over these great princes of tomorrow present.

"I hope that when you listen to the class, you will listen carefully, and after the class, you will summarize what you have learned, derive your own things from it, and integrate it into yourself."

"Instead of listening to it, I feel like I'm struggling, and I just turn around and throw it behind my head after class."

"Listen, this is the homework for this class, for what Li Er and the old slave said today, everyone writes a summary and hands it in before the next class."

"Listen clearly, it's everyone, not every group."

The voice fell.

The princes of heaven present all straightened their waists and nodded yes.

Especially the Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen, he was quite helpful from the lectures of Li Er of the Tang Dynasty on the way of kings and ministers, and he was well aware of his weaknesses.

"Hmm."

"After everyone's summary is handed in, Ah Biao is responsible for the initial scoring."

"The one with the lowest score will be punished by thunder."

Hearing this, all the princes of heaven present were all slamming in their hearts.

Thunder Punishment? Just kidding!

It's just a homework, there's no need for an immortal master to play so big!

Ji Boying glanced at Ah Biao, who was also sitting on the podium, as an assistant teacher of the immortal master, of course, correcting homework is a basic task, and he can't let Ji Boying approve it himself, after all, he doesn't even bother to look at it.

"Immortal Master, I, I, can I?"

When Ah Biao heard that he actually had the right to make corrections, he was excited, and his eyes flashed with a little unconfidence.

"The man I fancy can't, no, no."

Ji Boying smiled faintly and gave Ah Biao a look of believing in himself.

Immediately, Ji Boying slapped the table with the ring ruler in his hand.

"Class."

Bang la blah.

The prince of heaven on the seat all got up, and with a nervous mood, he respectfully saluted Ji Boying.

One of them will inevitably be struck by lightning in the next class.

Walking off the podium, Ji Boying went up the mahogany stairs, Lao Zhu Abiao, and the trio of Yongle grandchildren hurriedly followed, and a few people had just walked halfway up the stairs, and Ji Boying suddenly thought of something.

Footsteps stopped, tilted to look.

"You two, come up together."

The person who is in sight of this line of sight is the Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu of the "Jingtai-Tianshun" time and space and the blackened Zhu Qizhen of the Tianshun Emperor.

In the eyes of others in astonishment and envy, the blackened Zhu Qizhen and Emperor Jingtai hurriedly followed.

…………………………

At this time.

Zhenguan time and space, Taiji Palace, Lingyan Pavilion.

Li Er stood in front of the portrait of Qin Qiong in this Lingyan Pavilion, and behind him, Wang De, the chamberlain, and several chief officials of Qianniuwei (the forbidden army of the Tang Dynasty) all stood with a happy face.

It's a shame that someone finds it, otherwise it's all doomed.

The hour when Li Er suddenly disappeared scared Wang De so much that everyone was almost stupid.

The thousands of Qianniu Wei in the palace turned the entire Taiji Palace inside and out, and no trace of the saint was found after turning it over.

After Li Er stopped for a long time, he waited until his eyes returned to calm, then he took a long breath and glanced at Wang De and the others behind him.

The appearance of these people and the movement of searching for themselves can show that they have indeed gone to another world just now, and have been there for an hour.

It turned out that it was really not a dream. ’

'What does the immortal master mean by speech?' How to answer the voice? ’

After thinking about it for a while, Li Er realized that he couldn't figure it out now, so it was better to wait for the next time he had a chance to go, and ask the immortal master in person.

Then.

Li Er remembered the Wu Zhou Dynasty Tang he saw in a different time and space.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Now that we know what is going to happen in the future, we must not let it happen.

"Tell me the will."

"Immediately."

"Summoning talents, Wu Meiniang."

Li Er said it in one word.

Wang De, who was guarding his side, was stunned.

What is this going to do, sage?

It's only been an hour after lunch, is this about to be a concubine?

Is the interest so high today?

Martial arts people...

Wang De really couldn't remember who this concubine was for a while.

But since it was the will of the saint, Wang De naturally did not dare to disobey it.

"Yes."

"Sage, now on?"

Wang De asked subconsciously.

After all.

Fortunately, this kind of thing, there must be scenes, props, time-delaying pills, and all kinds of preparations for bathing and incense, etc., and they can't be in this Lingyan Pavilion.

"No, I'm just waiting."

The voice fell.

Wang De was stunned.

Lingyan Pavilion is a fortunate concubine?

When did the saint play so much?!

………………………………

Taichang time and space, on the shore of the red cliff.

A lonely figure, standing alone on the reef, looking at the rolling waves of the Yangtze River, looking at the twilight obliquely shining in the evening sun, a heroic sound, accompanied by the echo of the river waves.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes."

"Success or failure turns empty."

"The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

"On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze."

"A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

"It's all about laughing and talking."

"Hahahaha......!"

The sound of long laughter echoed in the sky.

Nurhachi unscrewed the white bottle in his hand and dried a hundred pieces in one gulp.

Then he slowly sat down against a big rock, letting the waves of the river wet his clothes.

………………………………

Hongwu time and space, drunken immortal building.

The private room at the top of the pavilion, the private seat by the window.

The old rules.

Ji Boying and Lao Zhu sat opposite each other, and Ah Biao and Lao Zhu Di sat side by side on the side of the table.

As for Yongle Da Fat and Yongle Xiao Zhu, as well as Emperor Jingtai and Emperor Tianshun, with the seniority of the four of them, they can only stand aside and wait.

There were seven people who went upstairs with Ji Boying, but these seven people had three different things to do.

Lao Zhu and Ah Biao, the reason why they went upstairs this time.

It's because Ji Boying plans to sum up with the two of them, and the first batch of teachers in the next teacher class will choose which foreign emperors are more suitable to teach.

In Ji Boying's view, these selected foreign emperors do not necessarily have to be all excellent emperors, and some negative teaching materials can also be considered.

For example, Song Huizong.

After all, failure is success.

The three grandchildren of Yongle went upstairs because the national Zuo of Yongle Time and Space had reached 428 years, and Ji Boying planned to take their three grandchildren to the follow-up Guozuo of Yongle Time and Space to have a look.

As for Emperor Tianshun and Emperor Jingtai.

Ji Boying wants to explain some things to them and break the situation for them in this time and space.

If not.

The situation of Jingtai-Tianshun time and space has been trapped, even if there are many things to learn, it is useless to implement them, and it is always difficult for Guozuo to be improved.

Although Ji Boying asked the sons of time and space in the classroom to roll up, for Ji Boying himself, what he wanted was not the longevity of one or two time and space.

His ultimate task is sixteen Ming time and space, and all the kingdoms of all time and space have reached five hundred years, and not one less is enough.

"Brother, this tea is good, better than the last time."

Lao Zhu looked at the blood-colored black tea in front of him, took a sip of tea, and praised it with a smile.

Ji Boying bowed slightly.

Can it be bad?

This thing is tens of millions of pounds, and it is still priceless.

"Lao Zhu, tell me what you think."

"Which one of the outsiders do you want to come to class?"

Ji Boying picked up the teacup and took a sip, the aroma is rich and floral, the fragrance is high and lasting, but it is slightly bitter, the rock rhyme is obvious, and there is a shallow osmanthus fragrance.

Hear the words.

Lao Zhu pondered for a moment and spoke.

"This person is the emperor we admire the most in my life besides my brother."

Zhu Chongba's idol? Who?!

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PS: Brainstorming, brothers think that in the first teacher class, which emperors are competent, and which traits in them are worth learning or learning from.

Outstanding representatives: Li Shimin, Xxx...

Negative typical: Zhao Ji, Xxx...

In the next class, we are about to enter the time and space of the Apocalypse, and the nine-thousand-year-old Wei Laogou in the costume of the six gods is about to appear, asking for a monthly pass!!

(End of chapter)