I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 27 Upload Song History, Chongyang Daoist Enlightenment

【Wang Chongyang: Devout believer】

[Faith value: 38800]

According to Jiajing's calculations, it will take about a year to provide assistance with food, grass, and weapons step by step, and the faith value can be piled up to the "fanatic" level of [-].

A year is neither long nor long, nor is it short.

But for Wang Chongyang and the people in the Central Plains of the Southern Song Dynasty, this was a long period of time. After converting the time, it would be seven years.

Adding the three years that have passed, it is ten years.

How many decades can a person have? !

There are too many changes in the middle.

And, more importantly, it is impossible for Jiajing to draw Daming's blood endlessly to deliver nutrients to another time and space.

The base camp still needs to be managed well, but it cannot be put the cart before the horse.

Therefore, it is difficult to be a god!
Must think of other ways.

After thinking about it, Jiajing had a flash of inspiration, and there it is!

He decided to make Wang Chongyang and his anti-gold team despair. Only in extreme despair can people pin everything on the gods for salvation.

And believers who are full have greater desires when they pray to God and Buddha.

Wang Chongyang must still have a sense of crisis!

How can you despair?

Lack of supplies can only strain your muscles and bones, starve your body, and ravage your mind, which will produce real despair.

"Snapped!"

'I should have thought of that a long time ago!Spoilers are the general trend of what to do. '

Jiajing clapped his hands and said hastily, "Lu Fang, go get a copy of Song History."

"Song History" has 47 volumes of "Benji", 160 and 32 volumes of "Zhi", 250 volumes of "Table", 490 and 24 volumes of "Biography", with a total of [-] and [-] volumes. It is the largest history book among the [-] histories of China.

500 million words eloquently.

Seeing the thread-bound ancient books piled up to a person's height and still continuing to be brought over, Jiajing frowned slightly.

That's too much, how long will this take?
"Long Live Lord!" Lu Fang presented "Song History" in front of Jiajing, and said, "Do you need a servant to do something?"

Jiajing picked up "History of the Song Dynasty" and said casually: "No, you can practice the Sunflower Collection when you have time, and leave some trivial matters to Huang Jin!"

"Huang Jin is not as careful as a servant girl, she still needs to be trained and trained."

Zhongnan Mountain, the Temple of the Longevity Emperor.

Wang Chongyang got the emperor's instructions and prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Lin Chaoying put down the sword in her hand, pinched the ink stick with her slender fingers, and gently crushed it.

However, her beautiful face was melancholy, her red lips were pursed, she looked at the real person of Chongyang who had no other distractions, her eyes were as bright as water, and she even felt a bit of resentment in her heart.

She wanted to give birth to monkeys for Wang Chongyang, but the real person Chongyang was like a wooden man.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't beat it, she would have already secretly cooked the raw rice into cooked rice.

[The general trend of the world, the long-term division must be united, and the long-term unity must be divided. 】

[The rise and fall of dynasties and the change of emperors are like passing clouds. 】

Wang Chongyang hesitated for a moment, raised his pen and wrote two words "Song History" on the paper, and then continued to write "Yuan Prime Minister Tuotuo and Arutu presided over the compilation successively".

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were a little moist.

Tuotuo, Arutu, and other races!

Da Song is dead!China is dead!
There is a custom in China: Whenever a dynasty is replaced, in order to show that the old dynasty is a thing of the past, the new dynasty must compile the history of the previous dynasty.

The Yuan Dynasty was no exception, but the Yuan Dynasty created a miracle, that is, the "History of the Song Dynasty" compiled by the Yuan Dynasty was the longest of the 24 histories, which was 300 million characters longer than the "History of the Ming Dynasty" with 200 million characters.

As we all know, "History of the Ming Dynasty" began to be compiled in the second year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty. It took 94 years and was not finalized by Zhang Tingyu until the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.

Although "History of the Ming Dynasty" also has shortcomings, such as the history of the origin and prosperity of the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty is too vague, or avoided; it often obliterates the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

But it is undeniable that "History of Ming Dynasty" is indeed a high-quality work with decent compilation, detailed materials, safe narrative, and concise writing. It is also a relatively complete history book among the official "official history" since the Tang Dynasty.

In contrast, although "Song History" is the longest, the editing time is very short, only two and a half years, which is suspected of being crude and shoddy.

And if you want to say which of the 24 histories is the worst, it is naturally the "Yuan History" compiled by the Ming Dynasty.

Jiajing held his temper and began to read from the "Benji·Taizu" chapter. Fortunately, he didn't need to speak, only the thought transmission was needed.

Following the movement of the pen and ink in Wang Chongyang's hand, the history of the Song Dynasty appeared line by line in the time and space of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Lin Chaoying was still sulking just now, but when Wang Chongyang filled one piece of rice paper and replaced it with another, she set her eyes on the densely packed small characters.

"Song history? Yuan?"

"Zhao Song was wiped out by a foreign race?"

Wang Chongyang didn't speak, the pen in his hand was writing rapidly, if he hadn't already been a top expert, he would definitely not be able to keep up with Jiajing's speed of flipping through.

One hour, two hours... Wang Chongyang's hand was still firmly holding the brush.

until……

[Lu Xiufu went to defend the king's boat, the king's boat was big, and all the boats were tied together, so he couldn't get out, so he threw himself into the sea, and most of the harem and officials followed the dead. 】

[On the seventh day, more than [-] corpses floated out of the sea. 】

[Empress Dowager Yang heard Bing's death, and she felt great mourning and said: I have endured death and hardship to get here, it is a piece of meat from Zhao's family, now there is no hope! 】

[Then went to the sea to die, the seashore where Shijie was buried, and Shijie also drowned himself. 】

[Song Sui died. 】

Wang Chongyang supported the table with one hand, and the blood vessels on his arm burst out due to the force, like little green snakes crawling all over. The bald pen in his hand rolled several times on the table and fell to the ground .

At the same time, Chongyang Daoist raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound shook the heavens.

Feelings of grief, indignation, and despair all vented out.

Inside and outside the Dijun Temple, Yue Fei and the others were already pale, absent-minded and sweating profusely.

No one questioned this "History of the Song Dynasty".

Emperor Wanshou knows the past and the present, how could he joke about this matter.

"Zhao Song's incompetence caused my country to perish in China, and the alien race led beasts to eat people and slaughtered my descendants..."

Wang Chongyang turned his head and looked around, looking at those distorted faces due to grief and anger, and finally fell on Yue Fei: "Marshal Yue, Zhao Song has lost his deer, and I will chase him."

Yue Fei put down the manuscript of Song history in his hand, and sighed: "I am not stupid and loyal. I, Yue Fei, can clearly distinguish my family and country from all over the world."

"Gah! I, Shangguan Jiannan, is a rough man. Since Zhao Guan's family can't protect the great rivers and mountains, then someone else will save the people. The Iron Palm Gang is willing to follow the real Chongyang and protect China."

"If Chongyang Daoist hadn't rescued me, I, Zhang Xian, would have died in the prison. Just treat me as dead! For the rest of my life, help Huaxia, count me in."

"Wang Lang, I will always support you."

"Count me in!"

"I……"

Looking at the ever-increasing faith value, Jiajing rubbed the center of his eyebrows, then stretched his waist, and shook vigorously, like an old bear shaking lice, or like a rooster shaking its feathers.

Immediately, the muscles and bones of the whole body rang together, and the explosions burst out one after another, like throwing firecrackers, all the way back and forth.

From the neck, each spine, hip bones, thigh roots, knee joints, tibia joints, toe joints, two arms, finger joints, and all the muscles and bones of the whole body, there is no thunder beating.

"happy!"

Throwing down the thread-bound book in his hand, Jiajing, who had not slept all night, was still refreshed.

Now, all we need to do is wait for Wang Chongyang's faith to peak...

(End of this chapter)