Dimensional Bookstore

Li Fangzheng was standing guard at the door of the guest room.

The strange guest had been in the room for a whole month. Except for eating and sleeping, the guest had been buried in his desk and writing furiously, and the manuscripts on the desk were getting thicker and thicker. Li Fang had also secretly glanced at it when he delivered food, and he was scared to death just by seeing some broken sentences.

He still remembers a few sentences: "All people are born free and equal." "For the sake of sacrifice, there are many ambitions, and we dare to change the sun and the moon to a new sky!" "Morality such as filial piety and heroism are also the way for others to take care of the young without any responsibility." "It has always been like this, is it right?"

And the sentence that frightened him the most and kept him awake at night: "The Revolution of 1911 overthrew the feudal monarchy that had lasted for more than two thousand years in China... From then on, the concept of democratic republic was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In the subsequent historical process, no matter who wanted to be an emperor, no matter who wanted to restore the monarchy, they all collapsed quickly under the opposition of the people..."

This sentence is really too terrifying.

So he boldly pointed at this passage and asked the young man who was writing: "Sir, what does this passage mean?"

The young man paused, raised his head, and said calmly: "It means overthrowing the emperor. From now on, there will be no emperor in China."

Li Sheng's face turned pale with shock, and he cried out: "How can this be? Without the emperor, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"It won't be in chaos." The young man said: "Because the people have elected officials to govern the country, and they form a government to manage the country."

Li Fang didn't understand what the young man said, he just said stubbornly: "Without the emperor, the court will be finished. There will be wars every day and many people will die!"

"Yes, you are right." The young man was silent for a while and admitted Li Fang's judgment, "But..." He emphasized his tone and said: "In the fairy world, you are just a servant. In our mortal world, you can be an official, study, be a teacher, do business... You can be whoever you want to be, upright, with your chest and head held high, without having to kowtow to anyone."

"And the reason for all this is just because we overthrew the emperor and established a new government."

What?

How could a lowly person like him become an official? Li Fang was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

In the end, he decided that the young man must be a lunatic. What he said was nonsense and could not be trusted.

What frightened him was that the master often went in to read the young man's manuscripts, and the master became more and more silent because of this. He will never forget the fearful look the master gave the young man - as if he saw a monster that should not exist in the world.

While he was thinking about this and that, he saw the master walking towards him from afar. He hurriedly went to meet him and knelt down to salute: "Hello, master."

"Get up." The master was silent for a moment, and his voice was more desolate and complex than he had ever heard before: "In the future, you don't have to kneel to me."

What?

Li Fang raised his head in shock. Before he could say anything, he saw the master walked straight past him into the house and closed the door.

He got up from the ground in a daze, with fear, confusion and other inexplicable emotions rolling in his heart.

He vaguely realized that the master seemed to be different.

Li Er picked up the freshly baked manuscript in front of the young man's desk and slowly flipped through it.

The manuscript recorded a piece of history. The history of neighboring Japan.

Starting in 1868, a movement called the Meiji Restoration lasted for nearly thirty years.

In 1953, Japan, which was closed to the outside world, encountered powerful ships from the United States. Under the coercion of force, it was forced to open its doors and signed a treaty with the United States, which was known as the "Black Ship Incident" in history.

The Black Ship Incident also became a turning point that affected Japan's national destiny.

In the increasingly fierce anti-shogunate movement across the country, the government controlled by the general was overthrown, the emperor's power was restricted, and Japan became a constitutional monarchy.

From then on, Japan began to fully learn advanced Western technology and ideas, and eventually became the most powerful country in Asia.

A country stronger than China, which was poor and weak at the time and ceded land to seek peace.

To immortals, mortals are like mayflies, born in the morning and dying in the evening. Even hundreds of years of dynasties are just a short moment in their long lives. Therefore, immortals never ask about mortal affairs, and never intervene in the rise and fall of dynasties.

So he never realized that the mortal world is no longer the mortal world he knows.

In the era he lived in, the countries were in chaos and the people were living in poverty. Later, Qin destroyed the six countries and became the first emperor in Chinese history. Since then, the imperial system has continued for thousands of years in successive dynasties. China has also been the center of world civilization and the most powerful country.

He never thought that one day, China would be bullied by a mere barbarian.

His eyes slowly swept over the piles of bound manuscripts on the desk, and his heart was filled with waves of shock.

When they were living in seclusion in the fairy world, the lower world had already changed! They were still arrogant and looked down on mortals, but they didn't know that in terms of thinking, mortals had already left them behind.

... And they have fairy arts, while mortals have science!

Although he had discovered the crisis hidden under the current prosperity of the fairy world, he also understood how corrupt the fairy world was. But he never thought about what would happen if the fairy world continued like this.

And the history of the mortal world gave him a blow.

If things continue like this...they, the immortals, are nothing more than the product of the times.

They will completely disappear from the stage of history without making any waves.

Le Jing raised his head and looked at the Taishang Laojun, who was holding the manuscript paper with a complex expression and a changing face. He smiled knowingly and said meaningfully: "History itself does not need any embellishment, because the real history itself is enough to move people's hearts."

"Yes." Li Er put down the manuscript paper in his hand and looked into the young man's clear and penetrating eyes, "So we are just foolishly old, and have never produced or created any history that is enough to move people's hearts."

The young man smiled faintly and said nothing.

"What are you going to do with these manuscripts?" he asked.

"Of course, the more you print, the better..." The young man smiled cunningly: "It's best to distribute them to the streets for free."

Before his books are listed as ** and banned from circulation, these books must be passed on to more people.

Then it will be a revolution from the bottom up.

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The sky of the fairyland is always filled with a layer of misty fairy mist. From time to time, fairies with flying sleeves and long hair appear and disappear in the clouds. Auspicious beasts with different postures spit out clouds and mist. From afar, the sound of the deep guqin can be heard. This is the most common daily routine in the fairyland.

Here, you have everything that mortals dream of.

Longevity, wealth, leisure, beauty, youth, power... This is the ultimate fantasy of mortals.

Xie Changsheng sat by the window and glanced at the peaceful and sacred flying picture in the sky outside the window. His narrow eyes were cold.

When he was just an ordinary mortal in the mortal world, he did have such fantasies.

His name was given by his mother, which came from a poem written by a poet who was said to be very famous in history: "The white jade capital in the sky, twelve towers and five cities. The fairy stroked my head, and I received longevity when I got married."

His mother had never been to school and could only recite the first two sentences of this poem, so she named him Changsheng. Before his death, his mother held his hand and said over and over again: "Changsheng, live."

But... it's so hard to live.

So when the noble and dust-free immortal passed by him, he grabbed his clothes without hesitation and begged him to take him away.

If it was the legendary fairyland, then he would definitely live for a long time. In this way, his mother would be happy, right?

The immortal agreed. He felt that God was kind to him and he was really a lucky man.

But he was too young at that time. He didn't know that all the gifts given by fate had already been marked with prices in the dark. ①

"Changsheng, Changsheng, I'm talking to you! Do you hear me?"

He turned his head and habitually showed a gentle smile to the dissatisfied and pouting handsome boy opposite: "Sorry, I was distracted, what are you talking about?"

"You, you are always so absent-minded, and I don't know what you are thinking about." Qiu Liang just talked to himself and didn't want to get any answer from Xie Changsheng. Then he carefully looked around, approached mysteriously and said: "Do you know about the strange book that has been circulating quietly recently?"

Strange book?

This word made Xie Changsheng stunned, and then he laughed: "Since it is a book that has been circulating quietly in private, how can I know it? Where did you know it from?"

"Oh, I also heard it from Mr. Song." Qiu Liang lowered his head, his face flushed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said shyly: "Mr. Song even read it to me."

Staring at Qiu Liang's shy expression, Xie Changsheng's face slowly, slowly, turned cold.

"Have you forgotten our identity?" Xie Changsheng's cold and sarcastic eyes instantly made Qiu Liang's face pale: "We are whores, male prostitutes who are even more despicable than prostitutes. As the saying goes, whores are ruthless and actors are righteous. In our line of work, once we fall in love with our patrons, it's over."

Besides, who would fall in love with a whore?

In this way, there is no difference between this fairy world and the mortal world.

Some people are high and mighty, while others are worse than pigs and dogs.

The stories are all lies.

Qiu Liang bit his lip, his big wet eyes like a deer were filled with humiliation and embarrassment, he smiled sadly: "You don't need to remind me of this, I know, I am not worthy, how can a filthy person like me be worthy of Mr. Song?"

Could it be that Mr. Song is nobler than you?

Mr. Song is just a dandy who relies on his family business. If he doesn't have the support of his elders, he is just a waste who can do nothing but seek pleasure. Although they are male prostitutes, they are self-reliant and have more loyalty and righteousness than Mr. Song. In his opinion, they are not inferior to Mr. Song in any way.

Xie Changsheng endured it, but still did not say such a "heretical" idea. He glanced at Qiu Liang, who was in a bad mood, and changed the subject: "Didn't you want to tell me about the strange books? Why didn't you tell me?"

Qiu Liang quickly put away the disappointment on his face and changed the subject: "These books are said to have suddenly appeared on the market. The names of the authors are strange. Mr. Qiu said that some of them are the names of people from barbaric lands. The contents recorded in them are really..." Qiu Liang held it in for a long time and finally uttered an adjective: "Unheard of."

Xie Changsheng was interested in Qiu Liang's words, and he couldn't help asking: "What are they about?"

Qiu Liang thought for a while, picked up a book that he barely understood and told Changsheng the content: "There is a book that talks about the history of the mortal world in recent years. It is no longer the Ming Dynasty..." He stammered and repeated the few words he heard from Mr. Song to Xie Changsheng.

At the end, he opened his eyes wide, with fear and subtle envy in his eyes. He asked Xie Changsheng: "Do you think this is true? There is really no emperor in the mortal world? I heard that even beggars can become officials in the mortal world now."

Xie Changsheng did not speak, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heart became hotter and hotter.

A world without an emperor...

A new world of freedom and equality...

If... He meant if...

If he could return to the mortal world... Would he be able to live with his head held high?

Even if he was just a lowly male prostitute?

The author has something to say:

① It comes from a sentence by Zweig in "The Queen of the Broken Head" evaluating Queen Marie of France.

There are descriptions of prostitutes in books such as "Ball of Fat", "La Dame aux Camélias" and "Les Miserables". So I have had deep sympathy for prostitutes since I was very young. But compared with the prostitutes active in literary works, the more despicable male prostitutes have always lived in the shadows, and few people mention them, let alone sing their praises. So I secretly want to use Changsheng as the protagonist of this copy.

And the fairyland setting of this copy is similar to the fairyland in Journey to the West and The Legend of Wukong. The immortals have all kinds of selfish desires and calculations, and they are as dirty and filthy as the mortal world. It is not a quiet place.

Sorry, sorry, I broke my promise again

I wanted to update twice today, but the school suddenly had a meeting. I had to talk about graduation thesis and internship, and then I was busy for a long time.

I will go to internship next week, and then I have to take the exam and start choosing graduation topics, so I will be very busy.

Including the one I owed today, I still owe three updates in total qwq

I feel like I owe a loan shark orz

I will definitely find time to finish the updates I owe!

And, to be honest, this article has been written for so long that I am a little tired of it.

So after this dungeon is finished, I may write two or three more dungeons, and it will be officially finished!

The next dungeons tentatively scheduled for the next time are the main god space + fairy tale town (I plan to combine the two ideas into one) and the real world

If you have any ideas you want to see, please tell me and I will see if I can write them.

Since Japan has been mentioned in this chapter, I will say a few more words about some relatively obscure history.

Just as modern China was deeply influenced by Japan, Japan was also deeply influenced by China.

At that time, Taizu exported revolution to Southeast Asia, Vietnam, Malaysia, Singapore all had corresponding armies, and Japan was no exception.

I can't say more, for fear of censorship. Interested students can search for shallow. 山. 庄 and 红. 军 and you will understand.

Well, when China and the United States established diplomatic relations, countless young people in Japan committed suicide out of despair. To this day, the reason why Japan is so afraid of communism is because of the Red Army.

I am just saying this for the time being, you can just read it casually, don't leave a single word in the comments! ! Remember! Remember!