I live forever in the fairy world

Chapter 1 Immortality

Qing Dynasty.

Chonghui 24 years.

Left Academy of History.

In a room filled with the smell of books, Qin Yuanduan sat behind an old pear wood desk.

His expression was dull, like the mentally handicapped son of the landlord's family.

Actually... actually crossed over.

Qing Dynasty.

A dynasty with a strange name.

This is not the most important.

His current position, very interesting, is a recorder, or historian.

There are six kinds of historians, the major historians in charge of the six classics of the country, the minor historians in charge of the country's aspirations, the internal historians in charge of the king's orders, the external historians in charge of envoys from all over the world, the left historian records the words, and the right historian records the events.

According to this division, the recording officer belongs to Zuo Shi.

That's not the most important thing either.

Qin Yuan tapped his head, and his thoughts stopped wandering.

The current Qing Dynasty, how should I put it, has a small problem-the country is about to perish.

Outside, there are a bunch of powerful enemies from the sea who rely on everyone practicing martial arts to attack repeatedly. Inside, because of intensified conflicts, there are uprisings everywhere.

A top-down reform that has just been abolished.

How can I survive as an ordinary recording officer.

This is the most important.

A move in my heart.

"system"

"Brother System"

"System Dad"

"Grandpa System"

"system"

"Fuck you"

Qin Yuan frowned.

It seems to be on his own.

In the previous life, I relied on myself for a whole life, and after time travel, I still have to rely on myself.

It's better not to cross.

His body shook violently.

what.

this is.

Two lines of prompts appeared in my mind.

"Immortal"

"Persist in cultivating for eight hours a day, develop your body to the limit, and you will be able to stimulate one hundred days of internal energy from the foundation of longevity (general martial arts can be called martial arts), and if you can't do it, you will have nothing. After cultivating immortals, The inspired mana is another."

option?

Qin Yuan's first reaction.

In the next moment, a powerful force emanated from the lower abdomen, making Qin Yuan feel warm, but it was too short.

shorter than middle-aged men.

Wait a minute, is this internal force?

Automatically selected for me.

Is there anything wrong.

I will definitely choose the immortality in front of me.

wrong.

These are my two plug-ins.

One is to stimulate one hundred days of internal energy from the Dao Foundation of Longevity every day through self-abuse-like high-intensity cultivation techniques.

One is immortality.

Qin Yuan reacted.

Hahahaha.

What is the purpose of practicing, or to live forever, but Shouyuan is like a carrot hanging from the mouth of a donkey, urging monks to continue to climb the peak, Jindan, Jinxian, and saint.

I reversed myself, and gained immortality from the very beginning.

That is to say, as long as I hang on like the old dirty turtle Sima Yi and Tokugawa Ieyasu, I can win the final victory.

How do you say that.

By the way, as long as I boil you all to death, the victory belongs to me.

calm down……

After more than two minutes, Qin Yuan calmed down.

Soon, he was not calm again.

As an ordinary person, there is the possibility of gaining monstrous power, and it is inevitable to imagine how the world will change in the future.

After going around in my mind.

Qin Yuan completely calmed down.

What a change.

Honestly, the pursuit of eternal freedom is the right way.

Patting his face, Qin Yuan began to check the mixed memories of this body.

It's impossible not to check.

It turned out that he had a big job today.

Go to the prison to record the leader who was arrested because of the failure of the reform.

Simply tidy up.

Qin Yuan rode his beloved little donkey and left the Academy of Internal History.

While walking, continue to check the memory.

The founder of the Qing Dynasty, named Qi Jin, was a former general who was in charge of the Qi family army in the later period.

This one, there is a legend that makes Qin Yuan very afraid.

Legend has it that Qi Jin died in a great battle called the Bloody Battle of Hunhe.

A mysterious strongman named Zushen appeared and revived Qi Jin with a drop of ginseng liquid.

From then on, Qi Jin was invincible, and it took only three years to unify the world, and established the Qing Dynasty through abdication.

Many people in the Hun Dynasty in later generations believed that this legend was false, just like a group of ancestors in the previous dynasty said that they were the product of the sun, dragon, and black bird who gave their father a cuckold.

Qin Yuan doesn't think so.

For one thing, the Qing Dynasty banned eating ginseng.

Second, be cautious.

"Well, here we are"

Qin Yuan raised his head.

A gate engraved with two big characters of Tianlao came into view.

A gloomy breath came over him.

It is indeed a prison.

Get off the donkey and hand over the certificate to the jailer leader.

I was allowed in.

Under the leadership of the leader of the jailer, he circled around seven times and eight times, and everything he saw was lifeless, even the guards on patrol, as if walking in the underworld. The dirty cell came to a halt.

A young man in his twenties with fair skin and wearing a prison uniform was holding coal dust and writing on the wall.

According to memory, this man was called Tan Zhuangfei, the son of a governor in the south.

Qin Yuan coughed lightly.

Tan Zhuangfei turned around, younger than Qin Yuan imagined, his eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't feel decadent because of being in prison.

Glancing at Qin Yuan's waist badge, he asked uncertainly, "Recorder?"

"Yes"

The jailer opened the cell and interrupted their conversation.

With the sound of the table and chair being put down, the expressionless jailer locked the door and retreated.

"please"

Qin Yuan raised his hand.

After the two sat down one after another, Qin Yuan asked in a chatting tone: "You have a chance to escape like everyone else, why don't you go?"

"Since ancient times, only failed reforms have not shed blood. Today's reform has not shed blood, so I will be the first."

The sun just came in from the window and fell on Tan Zhuangfei's bloodless face.

Make him look like a martyr.

"What do you think of the two who escaped?"

Qin Yuan asked again.

There are three leaders in this reform, and Tan Zhuangfei can only be the third.

"Those who stay and those who leave are all heroes. No sacrifice is not enough to inspire people, and there is no future without leaving."

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: "Throwing the Ou knife in your hand and laughing up to the sky, go and save the Kunlun!"

These two verses completely answered his question just now.

"Open the door"

Crash, the rusty prison door slammed open.

Qin Yuan walked five or six steps away, and looked back, Tan Zhuangfei turned his back to this side, standing in the orange sunlight.

It was as if, instead of him being in the cell, someone else was in the cell.

Go back to the Zuo History Institute.

Transcribe the recorded words of Tan Zhuangfei.

hand in.

Even if this job is over.

call!
Qin Yuan exhaled a foul breath.

The whole person collapsed on the chair.

This job like a historian and intelligence officer is really tiring.

He didn't even want to move a finger now.

"Nonsense, big four, give me money, give me money"

"Grandpa's"

"I'm so pissed off"

"No way, God made me rich."

The sound of playing mahjong tiles came from the next door.

These guys play cards right away.

Life is too short to waste it on boring things.

After a while.

Qin Yuan appeared on the mahjong table.

Boring things should be done by a person with a long life like him.

In addition to being a very interesting entertainment tool, mahjong tiles are also a bridge to communicate emotions.

After several times, Qin Yuan no longer feels alienated from traveling to another world.

I have to say that mahjong tiles are amazing.

　If the protagonist does not practice the law of this world, he will not be subject to the law of heaven.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)