Hun Dynasty.
Twenty-four years of glory.
Zuo Shiyuan.
In a room filled with the smell of books, Qin Yuan sat behind an old pear wood table.
His expression was dull, like a mentally retarded child from a landlord's family.
Actually... actually traveled through time.
Hun Dynasty.
A dynasty with a weird name.
This is not the most important thing.
His current position is, very interestingly, a recorder, or historian.
There are six types of historians: the big historian is responsible for the six canons of the country, the small historian is responsible for the ambition of the country, the internal historian is responsible for the king's orders, the external historian is responsible for envoys in all directions, the left historian records the words, and the right historian records the events.
According to this division, the record officer belongs to Zuo Shi.
This is not the most important thing either.
Qin Yuan knocked on his head and his thoughts stopped wandering.
The current Hun Dynasty, how should I put it, has a small problem - it is about to collapse.
Outside, there are a bunch of powerful enemies from the sea who rely on everyone to practice martial arts and attack frequently. Internally, due to the intensification of conflicts, uprisings are happening everywhere.
A top-down reform had just been suppressed.
How can I survive as an ordinary record officer?
This is the most important.
Something moved in my heart.
"system"
"Brother System"
"System Dad"
"Grandpa System"
"system"
"Fuck you"
Qin Yuan frowned.
It seems that I can only rely on myself.
In my previous life, I relied on myself for the rest of my life. Now that I have traveled through time, I still have to rely on myself.
It’s better not to travel through time.
His body shook violently.
ah.
This is.
Two lines of prompts appeared in my mind.
"Immortal"
"If you practice martial arts for twelve hours a day, you can gain one hundred days of internal strength (general martial arts can be called martial arts)"
Options?
Qin Yuan's first reaction.
The next moment, a powerful force came from his lower abdomen, making Qin Yuan's whole body feel warm, but it was too short-lived.
Shorter than a middle-aged man.
Wait a minute, is this internal force?
It was automatically selected for me.
Is there any mistake.
I will definitely choose the first one.
Compared with immortality, gaining one hundred days of inner strength through practicing magic every day is nothing.
wrong.
These are my two plug-ins.
One is to gain one hundred days of internal strength every day through practicing skills in the early stage.
One is immortality.
Qin Yuan reacted.
Ha ha ha ha.
What is the purpose of practicing, or is it for immortality, but Shouyuan is like a carrot hanging from the donkey's mouth, urging the monks to continue to climb to the top, such as great emperors, saints, and immortal kings.
He turned it around and gained immortality from the very beginning, and also had the ability to grow a hundred times faster.
In other words, as long as he endures like the old dirty turtle Sima Yi and Tokugawa Ieyasu, he can win the final victory.
How do you say that.
By the way, as long as I survive you all, victory will belong to me.
calm down……
After more than two minutes, Qin Yuan calmed down.
Soon, he lost his composure again.
As an ordinary person, it is possible to obtain monstrous power, and it is inevitable to imagine how to change the world in the future.
After going through it in my mind.
Qin Yuan completely calmed down.
What a different world.
The right path is to persist honestly and pursue eternal freedom.
Patting his face, Qin Yuan began to check the mixed memories of this body.
It’s impossible not to check.
It turns out he has a big job today.
Go to Tianlao to record the leaders who were arrested because of the failed reform.
Simply tidy up.
Qin Yuan rode his beloved little donkey and left the Academy of Internal History.
As you walk, continue checking your memories.
The founder of the Hun Dynasty, named Qi Jin, was a general of the previous dynasty.
This person has a legend that makes Qin Yuan very afraid.
Legend has it that Qi Jin died in a battle called the bloody battle of Hunhe River.
A mysterious strongman named Zu Shen appeared and resurrected Qi Jin with a drop of ginseng liquid.
From then on, Qi Jin was invincible and unified the world in less than three years.
Many people in the Hun Dynasty in later generations believed that this legend was false, just like a group of Taizus in the previous dynasties said that they were the product of the sun, dragon, and black bird who cuckolded their fathers.
Qin Yuan doesn't think so.
First, the Hun Dynasty prohibited eating ginseng.
Second, be cautious.
"Well, here we are."
Qin Yuan raised his head.
A gate with the two characters Tianlao engraved on it came into view.
A cold breath hit his face.
It is worthy of being a prison.
Get off the donkey and hand the certificate to the chief jailer.
He was allowed in.
Under the leadership of the jailer leader, he walked around and saw that everything was lifeless. Even the patrolling jailers were like walking in the underworld. Just when Qin Yuan was almost unbearable by the repressed atmosphere, the jailer leader came into a room. Stopped at the dirty cell.
A young man in his twenties, with fair complexion and wearing prison uniform, was holding scraps of coal and writing something on the wall.
According to memory, this man's name is Tan Zhuangfei, the son of a governor in the south.
Qin Yuan coughed lightly.
Tan Zhuangfei turned around. He was younger than Qin Yuan imagined. His eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't feel decadent at all because he was in prison.
He glanced at Qin Yuan's waistband and asked uncertainly: "Recorder?"
"yes"
The jailer opened the cell and interrupted the conversation between the two.
As the table and chairs were put down with a heavy clang, the expressionless jailer locked the door and retreated.
"please"
Qin Yuan raised his hand.
After the two of them sat down one after another, Qin Yuan started to ask: "You had the chance to escape like everyone else, why didn't you go?"
"Since ancient times, only failed reforms have been bloodless. No one has shed blood in today's reform, so I will be the first."
The sun happened to shine in through the window and fell on Tan Zhuangfei's bloodless face.
Make him look like a martyr.
"What do you think of the two people who escaped?"
Qin Yuan asked again.
There are three bosses in this reform, and Tan Zhuangfei can only be ranked third.
"Those who stay and those who leave are heroes. Without sacrifice, it is not enough to inspire people. Without leaving, there will be no future."
Tan Zhuangfei replied without hesitation.
Qin Yuan asked a few more questions.
Tan Zhuangfei answered one by one.
According to the procedure, Qin Yuan should leave.
Turning his eyes to the poem on the wall, Qin Yuan read it out: "I will smile to the sky from my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact!"
These two poems completely answered his question just now.
"Open the door"
With a crash, the rusty cell door suddenly opened.
Qin Yuan walked out five or six steps and looked back. Tan Zhuangfei had his back turned to this side, standing in the orange sunshine.
It was as if he was not in the cell, but someone else was.
Return to Zuoshiyuan.
Transcribe the recorded words of Tan Zhuangfei.
Turn it in.
This job is over.
call!
Qin Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The whole person slumped on the chair as if he had no bones.
This job, similar to that of a historian and an intelligence officer, is really tiring.
He didn't even want to move a finger now.
"What a fool! Happy Fourth of July. Give me money, give me money."
“Ge Lao Tzu’s”
“I’m so angry”
"I can't help it, God will make me rich."
The noisy sound of playing mahjong came from next door.
These guys play cards as soon as they are worth it.
Life is so short, but it is wasted on boring things.
After a while.
Qin Yuan appeared on the mahjong table.
Boring things should only be done by people like him who have a long life.
In addition to being a very interesting entertainment tool, mahjong tiles are also a bridge for communicating emotions.
After several times, Qin Yuan no longer felt alienated from traveling to a different world.
I have to say that Mahjong tiles are amazing.
