In the eleventh year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, the first year of the Jinhuang reign, and the 1141 AD.

Lunar calendar, October.

The occupied Chang'an welcomed a snowfall.

At first, it was just the willow catkins that rose due to the wind. Soon after, the overwhelming goose feathers woven into the sky and covered the fields.

The cold wind that scrapes bones and flesh swept across the world like ghosts and wolves howls, horrifying all things and disappearing.

Under such bad weather, a group of defeated soldiers rushed into a mountain and ruined temple in the corner of Zhongnan Mountain in the Qinling Mountains, carrying the wind and snow.

Everyone said that "the defeated army is not as good as the enemy, and the wandering soldiers are thieves", but these Qiu Bas have no aura of thieves.

It is full of momentum, like a knight walking in the world.

They rushed into the ruined temple in a swarm, took off their hats and straw raincoats, quickly blocked the leaking temple walls, and lit the collected dead branches and rotten trees. A pile of small bonfires drove away the darkness and cold.

"Emperor Wanshou?"

The leader raised his head and looked at the only complete clay statue in the dilapidated temple, frowned slightly, and was stunned.

With the light of the bonfire, you can see that the statue of the god was very rough, just like most Taoist emperors, with thick eyebrows and long beards and big golden swords sitting.

But when did the Taoist sect have this emperor named Wanshou?

Obviously, this is a rural lewd temple.

The clay sculpture of Emperor Wanshou lowered his eyes and looked down at the visitor with compassion.

The leader had a handsome face, with sword eyebrows on his temples, phoenix eyes were powerful, with three inches of beautiful beards, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, a Taoist bun, and a sword hanging on his waist, with a magnificent figure.

At this moment, the strong man with a bearded face among the crowd hit the broken temple wall with his punch, his eyes wide open and his saliva splashed:

"Marson Yue and Marshal Han have all been removed from military power and have been dismissed from office. The court has already negotiated with Jin Gou... cede land and seek peace, bow down and surrender... cede him..."

"This dog thing Zhao Laojiu...hehe..."

"And the old thief Qin Hui, who wishes he could eat his meat raw."

For a moment, the killing energy in the ruined temple condensed, and the sound of swords and weapons suddenly sounded.

"The court can't count on it anymore."

Suddenly, the Taoist who looked at Emperor Wanshou withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the brothers of life and death around him, and said in a deep voice: "But the resistance to Jin Dynasty cannot be interrupted. I will find a way to find a way to do food and grass, soldiers and armor... This winter, everyone should practice their martial arts well, and next spring... raise the flag of righteousness and kill the golden dog..."

"Raising the flag of righteousness and killing the golden dog*N"

Men are self-respecting, but facing a country that has been lost for more than ten years, these men are still excited in the severe winter.

"Brother Wang, now the mountain is covered with heavy snow, so you can't go anywhere. Let's talk to us about this Jin Yangong!"

"Yes! Yes! Boss, you can now go straight up the sky on the bare wall and step on the snow without scars. If we practice it, wouldn't killing Jurchen people be like killing chickens and dogs..."

"Okay! I'll talk to you again..."

At this moment, the Taoist poses in the cramped and dilapidated temple and teaches the so-called "Golden Jewelry Kung".

However, the rich sorrow condensed on the eyebrows and could not be erased.

The uprising failed again and fled here without even a meal.

In addition, the court was preparing to live in a corner, abandoned the rivers and mountains of Jiangbei, and used political means of rising and descending secretly to remove the power of Han, Zhang and Yue to command military commanders, and valued the beggar faction headed by Qin Hui.

The future of resisting the Jin Dynasty and recapturing the Central Plains is becoming increasingly bleak!

As the night became darker, everyone ate some of the few military rations left, and then lay hungry all over the floor.

The Taoist could not sleep. He sat cross-legged in front of Emperor Wanshou, slightly closing his eyes, and contemplating his future anti-Jin plan.

‘The terrain of Zhongnan Mountain is dangerous and the road is rugged. There are five large valleys, more than a hundred small valleys, hundreds of miles, and it is the front line of the Song and Jin dynasties... It can attack and retreat or defend, and it is an excellent location to build a hidden grain storage place...’

‘Dig a large grave…or build a Taoist temple…can be used as a cover.’

‘Can’t raise an army rashly anymore…’

‘Without the support and restraint of the court, the rebels were like sand piled up in front of Tiefutu and Guaizima…’

‘Food, grass, soldiers and armor!’

"Oh!" Anti-Gold cannot be achieved with just one passionate blood.

‘Even if I, Wang Chongyang, practiced martial arts to the innate realm, I would not be able to make the materials to raise an army!’

‘There are still people who have the hearts to do in recent years. When the court completely gave up the Central Plains, millions of people in the Central Plains became citizens of the Jin Kingdom in despair, and the right time, place, people and people were gone…’

‘Emperor Wanshou, what should I do?’

‘Emperor Wanshou, what should the people of the Central Plains do?’

[This emperor gave you three thousand stones of food to help you fight against the Jin Dynasty!]

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Wang Chongyang suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the clay statue. The light flashed in his phoenix eyes.

Three thousand stones of grain?

The rebels were five thousand, barely edible for one month...

But what was that just now?

‘Is there really a god in the world?’

Wang Chongyang smiled bitterly and shook his head, closing his eyes again: "If there were really gods, how could my vast China be defeated again and again in the hands of the alien race...'

"The mountains and rivers fall, and the people live in poverty."

‘I am eager to resist gold and have hallucinations!’

At this moment, I restrained my chaotic thoughts, and my internal force arose from the Dantian, endlessly and continuously, flowing into the meridians and following the great circle of heaven.

…………

Emperor Wanshou withdrew his peeping eyes and returned to his body.

This is the 40th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty and 1561 AD.

The 14th day of the first lunar month.

In the capital, the winter is shining brightly.

The last batch of reports from several neighboring provinces rushed to the palace today, and the news made people even more desperate: there is still no snow in Shandong, no snow in Shanxi, and no snow in North Zhili!

Only auspicious snow can lead to a good harvest.

The snow cannot fall, and it will cause an insect plague next year.

Zhu Sicong looked at the place three feet above his head in melancholy.

When a college student who had just entered society in his twenties became an emperor, or the Jiajing Emperor who was in power, how could he be so worried?

He is 55 years old, and has been poisoned by heavy metals for many years. He has been alive in less than a few years.

Even if he was willing to accept him as a three thousand beauties, and he would be indulgent and indulge in a good manner, he would have no way to be a groom every night.

Fortunately, the golden finger is awesome.

"Three thousand stones!"

"First give Wang Chongyang three thousand stones of food. As long as he becomes a believer of Emperor Wanshou, he can exchange all the unique skills in Jin Yong's martial arts step by step..."

"When Wang Chongyang was in, he inherited the eight divisions of the Heavenly Dragons and the Legend of the Condor Heroes, the Divine Eagle, and the Heavenly Demonic Dragon Slaying Dragons, and almost captured the entire Jin Yong martial arts in one place."

"Innate Technique, Nine Yin Scriptures, Yijin Jing, Beiming Divine Technique..."

"As long as I practice to the innate realm, I...I will usher in the second spring..."

"Even...Eternal Life!"

Zhu Sicong, the current Emperor Jiajing, clasped his fists tightly and paced back and forth in the cold monastery.

The future is bright!

This is the Xiyuan Yuxi Palace located in the North Sea, Zhonghai and South Sea. Since the Wanshou Palace was burned by a fire, Zhu Houcon has moved here.

Since the 21st year of Jiajing, the Forbidden City, which has more than 9,000 palaces, has no emperor lived in the Forbidden City.

Because there was no snowfall in the entire winter in the capital, as the emperor, he had to issue a self-criticism to his subjects all over the world and lock himself in the alchemy room called "Jinshi Jingsan" in the palace.

The general idea is: It is because I respect the heavens for being dissatisfied, and the heavens do not bring good snow. All the lands are guilty, and the crime is with me. From the first day of the first lunar month to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the 40th year of Jiajing, I will fast and pray for snow alone in Yuxi Palace in Xiyuan. God remembers my sincere heart and will bring good snow to bring good snow to protect me from the Ming Dynasty and my subjects.

Three days ago, Zhu Houcong died suddenly here, and no one knew that Zhu Sicong, who came from the 21st century, occupied the magpie's nest and quietly became Jiajing.

It is a bit difficult to be the best Emperor Jiajing.

There are ones outside, but they are all old and slutty!

The Southern Party led by Yan Song and his son, Xu Jie, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng and other Qingliu, and even Lu Fang, Chen Hong, and Huang Jin, from the Silijian, were all masters of palace fighting.

He is a pure college student born under the red flag and growing in the spring breeze. In front of these people, he is just a small party dish.

‘It’s a bit difficult!’

‘If it’s hard to do it, then don’t do it!’

‘In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies are paper tigers.’

After pondering for a moment, Zhu Hougui sat back on the Bagua-shaped seating platform with bright yellow cushions. He was tall and thin, wearing a light silk robe, tied with a Taoist bun, and his black beard was floating. If it weren't for this, no one would have seen that he was the current Jiajing Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

He picked up the bronze chime and pestle, weighed the weight twice, and then knocked on the bronze chime on the red sandalwood shelf.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of a bronze chime resounded throughout Yuxi Palace.

"His Majesty!"

Soon, the sharp voice of the eunuch sounded outside the palace gate.

"Let Lu Fang come!"

Jiajing's thick and magnetic voice echoed in the empty aisle.

"Yes! Master, I will call you now..."
Chapter completed!