Quick travel god stick demeanor

In 1593 AD, the 21st year of Ming Shenzong Wanli.

Yang Yinglong rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming army quickly succeeded in suppressing the rebellion.Japan's Toyotomi Hideyoshi sent envoys to Taiwan to demand tribute from Taiwan.

At the request of Korea, which was on the verge of subjugation after being invaded by Japan, the Ming government made the decision to send troops to rescue.

Since the tenth year of Wanli, when Zhang Juzheng, a famous official of a generation, died of illness, Ming Shenzong became more and more negligent in his administration.Later, he even had a dispute with the cabinet for more than ten years over the establishment of a crown prince. In the end, he simply did not leave the palace, ignored government affairs, did not live in the suburbs, did not have temples, did not go to court, did not see, did not criticize, and did not talk about it, becoming a thorough and thorough official. Bottom otaku.

Since the 17th year of Wanli, Ming Shenzong Zhu Yijun no longer received courtiers. His main method of handling political affairs was to pass orders to his subordinates in the form of edicts instead of summoning courtiers.

To this day, as an otaku with a weak body, Ming Shenzong still does not go to court, and only loves Zheng Guifei in the harem.

Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty was not a government that would have problems without the emperor's diligence.As a mature government, it has a well-functioning political system. The collective ruling team with the civilian cabinet as the core handles political affairs conscientiously under the indirect control of the emperor.

At this time, although some ministers expressed dissatisfaction with Ming Shenzong's slack administration, and even wrote a letter for it, the Ming Dynasty was still prosperous, with a large number of talents, a gathering of heroes, a prosperous culture, progressive thinking, capital sprouted among the people, and the strength of the citizen class grow.

During this period, world-famous scientists, thinkers, and writers such as Li Mingzhen, Song Yingxing, Xu Xiake, Li Zhi, Xu Wei, Tang Xianzu, and Dong Qichang appeared.

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To enter the Ming Dynasty, Xie Ange naturally couldn't dress up as a shaman like before. It was too weird, too eye-catching, and it didn't fit his current status.

He is not a scholar, nor is he dressed as a Confucian scholar. He only wears a slim waist, with a palm-wide belt that tightly tightens his thin waist. The sleeves are all narrow sleeves for easy movement. The jet-black and beautiful hair was also tied into a clean and refreshing hairstyle.

This neat attire complemented Xie Ange's broad shoulders, waist and thin legs, coupled with his excellent etiquette, it made him look even more heroic.

As for the identity, household registration, wayfinding and so on, he also prepared early.

Xie Ange disguised himself as a child of a family of officials after the golden cicada escaped from his shell. The family also had the surname Xie.In the shadow of his ancestors, Xie's family was well-off, he lived a prosperous life, and he was very thoughtful about studying for the imperial examination.

The Xie family had no heirs, and Mr. Xie himself was an only seedling. He and his wife had a strong relationship and did not take concubines. They only had two sons, the eldest son Xie Wenhao and the second son Xie Ange.

Just by looking at these two names, you can tell what kind of hopes Mr. Xie and his wife have for their sons. It is best for the eldest son to become an official in the imperial examination and honor his ancestors. The younger son only needs to grow up happily and healthily.

However, nine out of ten things don't go as planned.

The youngest son is Mrs. Xie's old son. He has been sick since he was a child, and he has been taught by eminent monks. For more than ten years, he has only been cared for carefully.Unfortunately, he still failed to cross this threshold and went early.

But this child is really filial, and he doesn't want his parents to send a white-haired person to a white-haired person, so he accidentally attracted Xie Ange.The two made a deal, and Xie Ange used his identity to honor his parents for him.

The most coincidental thing is that this child not only has the same name as Xie Ange, but also looks [-]% similar to A Linbao, but his physique is much thinner than A Linbao, and his cheeks are also thinner.

If there were one or two details that did not match the family's memory, Xie Ange used a pillow of yellow beams to cover them up.

Fortunately, there are extraordinary powers in this world, and the power Xie Ange can use is not weak.

He also checked that there is no heaven and hell in this world, nor gods and ghosts. There is only a world of reincarnation, located in the boundary between reality and fantasy.If there are no accidents after death, people will naturally enter the world of reincarnation, wash away their memories, and gain a new life without being guided.

To put it simply, although the world of the dead overlaps slightly with the present world, it is not in the same dimension as the present world.

Only those with strong obsessions or great abilities can restrain the instinct to enter reincarnation after death and retain memory for cultivation.

However, probably because there are not many orthodox traditions passed down, coupled with the lack of resources, these practitioners are not very successful.

On the contrary, the human race is prosperous, and the dragon spirit is strong, which has a suppressive effect on all supernatural powers, and the real dragon emperor is even more invincible.

Mr. Xie is not good at reading, and he didn't struggle after passing the Tongsheng examination, but he is quite talented in teaching and educating people. He opened a school in his hometown and lived his life leisurely. Made a name for himself.

Xie Wenhao was much more talented and luckier than his father in the imperial examination. He was already a master at a young age, married the daughter of a teacher in Beijing, and was studying hard, trying to get a Jinshi.

When Xie Ange came to the capital, he couldn't even imagine that within 50 years, this prosperous dynasty would decline rapidly, and even give up a large area of ​​land to others.

It was May at this time, and the weather was already hot.Coincidentally, at this time, a temple fair was being held in central Beijing, and the market was very lively, full of tourists.

Xie Ange only brought a coachman and a bookboy with him. He sat in the carriage, opened the curtain, and he could see a crowd of people's heads and colorful clothes outside.

This time when he went to Beijing, Master Xie entrusted a familiar caravan to go with Xie Ange, otherwise he would not be at ease at all.

The carriage was crowded in the crowd and walked slowly. Xie Ange could see vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the long street, as well as street performers. Some farmers directly put their own fruits into baskets and sold them everywhere. ...is simply dizzying.

The diet of the Ming Dynasty was very rich. On this street, Xie Ange saw that there were meat and vegetables, hot and cold, and special foods from all over the world.

Not long after walking, Xie Ange even saw a zaju troupe circled the venue, with a large cart in the middle, and an actor with heavy make-up on top was babbling and singing.

To be honest, Xie Ange...doesn't understand.

But looking at the audience applauding and applauding, Xie Ange guessed that this was probably a good performance.

Going forward, Xie Ange saw a lot of foreigners with high noses and deep eyes. I don’t know which country they came from. Some were selling spices, and some were selling special foods from their hometown, such as barbecue. The fragrant smell attracted a group of people around The stall swallowed.

Xie Ange noticed that next to the meat stall was a shop that sold iced food—that is, cold drinks that modern people often call. The wooden barrel was emitting white air-conditioning. Buy three cups of chilled plum soup."

"Okay, young master." Peng Yan replied straightforwardly, squeezed into the crowd like a nimble little fish, and soon brought three cups of sour plum soup in bamboo tubes.

Xie Ange shared a cup of sour plum soup with the coachman and the book boy, and drank a few sips himself. It was sweet and sour, cold and refreshing. It quenched both the heat and thirst.

Compared with this place, Feala City is like a country family.

Xie Ange held the cool bamboo tube, thinking that he finally understood why the Jurchens had to go through the border even though they tried every means, and who would be willing to stay in the poor country and avoid the soil if they could go to the city to enjoy themselves.

This is not a level.

Even ordinary squires live more comfortably than Jurchen nobles, who wouldn't be jealous?

Although the original owner very much hoped that Jianzhou Jurchen would grow stronger, Xie Ange didn't want to do his best for it.

The original owner is the original owner, and he is him.

Whether public or private, he doesn't want Manchuria to enter the customs, and he doesn't want things like Yangzhou Ten Days, Jiading Three Massacres, and Jiangyin massacres to happen, and he doesn't want the backbone of the flower-growing nation to be broken and become servile slaves.

So, when it is not good to time travel when writing a novel, why do you have to clear it?Is the so-called eternal emperor really so attractive, even if he wants his subjects to live on their knees?

Xie Ange took a sip of the cold sour plum soup with some gloom.

jingle jingle-

"Subduing demons and demons, exorcising evil spirits!"

The sound was clearly not too loud, but it was extremely penetrating, and people could hear these words from far away.

"Subduing demons and demons, exorcising evil spirits!" The clear childish voice repeated.

Xie Ange looked up, and saw at the intersection ahead, an old man and a young man, both wearing tattered Taoist robes, and the younger one was ringing a bell and shouting vigorously, but their appearance was so bad that no one was there. People pay attention to them.

The old one closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't know whether he was really blind or pretending to be blind.

Not long after, a scholar wearing a green cloth straight gown and a square scarf hurried past the intersection.

Xiao Daotong jumped up and stopped him, "Wait a minute, scholar!"

The old Taoist walked slowly in front of the scholar, stretched out his index finger and pointed directly at the center of the scholar's eyebrows, and said, "Scholar, the old Taoist sees that you have a demonic aura."

The scholar avoided it, frowned, and said quite coldly: "My son does not speak strange powers, but scholars of my generation have a righteous spirit in our hearts, and all evils will not invade, so we don't need to worry about it."

After speaking, the scholar bypassed the two and hurried away.

Xiao Daotong looked at the old Taoist with some grievances, "Master, that scholar obviously has a demonic aura about him, why doesn't he believe us? It shouldn't be like that if he hides his illness and avoids doctors! Isn't he afraid of harming his family?"

The old Taoist figured it out, "This scholar cut off his six relatives, how could he come to have a family? It's just that this demon still needs to be eliminated. Since ancient times, human monsters have used different methods. These demons have always loved to seduce people's hearts and lead people astray, so we must get rid of them! I'm afraid that this scholar will be deceived by the temptation and don't know it! We father and son can't count on him."

Daotong obediently responded, "Yes, master, this disciple will follow the instructions!"

The old Taoist flicked his patched sleeves, his long beard fluttered, and he looked like a fairy, "Let's go!"

Xie Ange laughed meaningfully, "Interesting, interesting, it's not in vain for me to come here."

Holding the inkstone bluffing and saying: "Young master, what's so interesting? Did something funny happen?" He poked his head out to look around, his eyes rolled around, but his hands firmly held onto the The bamboo tube of sour plum soup is not put.

Xie Ange smiled, "It's nothing, you will know later."

"Oh." Holding inkstone retracted his head.

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