【Wang Chongyang: Devoted Believer】

【Faith value:】

Based on Jiajing's calculations, it would take about a year to build up the faith value to the level of a "fanatic believer" of 100,000 by using food, grass, and weapons step by step.

One year is neither too long nor too 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 time conversion, it was seven years.

Adding in the past three years or so, it’s ten years.

How many decades can a person live?!

There were too many changes in the middle.

And, more importantly, Jiajing could not draw Ming’s blood endlessly to deliver nutrients to another time and space.

The base camp still needs to be well managed, but we can’t put the cart before the horse.

Therefore, it is difficult to be a powerful person!

We must think of other ways.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiajing suddenly had an idea, and it was there!

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

And believers who are full will have greater desires when praying to God and Buddha.

Wang Chongyang must still be given a sense of crisis!

How can one despair?

Lack of supplies can only strain one's muscles and bones, starve one's body and skin, and ravage one's thoughts, which can lead to real despair.

"Pa!"

‘I should have thought of it a long time ago! No matter who you are, spoilers are the general trend.’

Jiajing clapped his hands and said hurriedly: "Lü Fang, go get a copy of the History of the Song Dynasty."

"History of the Song Dynasty" has 47 volumes of "Benji", 162 volumes of "Zhi", 32 volumes of "Biao", and 255 volumes of "Biography", for a total of 496 volumes.

The largest history book among the Twenty-Four Histories of China.

Five million words.

Jiajing frowned slightly as he looked at the thread-bound ancient books that were piled as high as one person and continued to be brought in.

Too many. How long will it take to transmit?

"Master!" Lu Fang presented "History of the Song Dynasty" to Jiajing and said, "Do you need me to do anything?"

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

"Huang Jin is not as careful as a slave, so he still needs to be trained and trained."

Zhongnan Mountain, Wanshou Emperor Temple.

Wang Chongyang received the emperor's instructions and prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Lin Chaoying put down the sword in her hand, held the ink block with her slender jade fingers, and rolled it gently.

However, her beautiful face was melancholy, her red lips were pursed, and she was looking at the undistracted Chongyang Master. Her bright eyes were as moist as water, and she even felt a bit of resentment in her heart.

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

If she hadn't been unable to defeat him, she would have already secretly cooked the raw rice into cooked rice.

[The general trend of the world is that if we divide for a long time, we will unite, and if we unite for a long time, we will divide.]

【The rise and fall of dynasties, the replacement of emperors, are like passing clouds.】

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

His hands couldn't help but tremble a little, and his eyes were a little moist.

Tuotuo, Arutu, is a foreign race!

The Song Dynasty died! China died!

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 revise the history of the previous dynasty.

The Yuan Dynasty was no exception, but the Yuan Dynasty created a miracle: the "History of the Song Dynasty" compiled by the Yuan Dynasty was the longest of the Twenty-Four Histories, 2 million words longer than the 3 million words of the "History of the Ming Dynasty".

As we all know, the "History of the Ming Dynasty" was compiled since the second year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty and lasted 94 years. It 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 origin and prosperity of the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty, the historical events are not detailed or avoided, and the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty is often obliterated.

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

In contrast, although "History of the Song Dynasty" is the longest, the editing time was very short, only two and a half years, and it is very shoddy.

As for which of the Twenty-Four Histories is the worst, it is naturally the "History of the Yuan Dynasty" compiled by the Ming Dynasty.

Jiajing patiently began to read from the "Ben Ji·Taizu" chapter. Fortunately, he didn't need to speak, he only needed to transmit his thoughts.

As the pen and ink in Wang Chongyang's hand moved, lines of Song history appeared in the time and space of the Southern Song Dynasty.

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

"History of Song Dynasty? Yuan Dynasty?"

"Zhao Song was destroyed by foreigners?"

Wang Chongyang didn't speak. He wrote quickly with the pen in his hand. If he wasn't already a top expert, he would never be able to keep up with Jiajing's reading speed.

One hour, two hours... Wang Chongyang's hand is still holding the brush steadily.

Until...

[Lu Xiufu went to guard the king's boat. The king's boat was large and the boats were entangled, so he couldn't get out. So he threw the boat into the sea, and many of the harem and ministers died.]

[On the seventh day, more than 100,000 corpses emerged from the sea.]

[When Empress Dowager Yang heard of Bing's death, she cried out to Ying: I endured death and imprisoned him here for a piece of Zhao family's flesh. There is no hope now!]

[Then he went to sea to die, and Shijie was buried on the seashore. Shijie also drowned himself.]

【Song Sui died.】

Wang Chongyang held the table with one hand, and the blood vessels on his arms bulged due to the exertion, like little green snakes crawling all over him. The bald pen in his hand rolled around on the table a few times and fell to the ground.

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At the same time, Master Chongyang looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, which shook the sky.

All the grief, anger, and despair were vented out.

Inside and outside the Emperor's Temple, Yue Fei and others were already pale, distracted, and sweating profusely.

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

Emperor Wanshou has a thorough knowledge of the past and present, so how could he joke about this matter?

"The incompetence of Zhao and Song led to the subjugation of our country and the whole world, and the alien tribes led beasts and cannibals to slaughter our descendants..."

Wang Chongyang turned his head and looked around, looking at the faces twisted with grief and anger, and finally fell on Yue Fei: "Marshal Yue, if Zhao Song loses its deer, I will chase it away."

Yue Fei put down the Song History manuscript in his hand and let out a long sigh: "I am not stupid and loyal. I, my family, my country and the world, can still distinguish clearly."

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

"If it hadn't been for the rescue of Zhenren Chongyang, I, Zhang Xian, would have died in prison long ago. Just consider me dead! Count me in to support China for the rest of my life."

"Wang Lang, I will always support you."

"Count me in!"

"I..."

Looking at the rising faith value, Jiajing rubbed the center of his brows, stretched out, and shook vigorously, like an old bear shaking off lice, or like a rooster shaking off its feathers.

All the muscles and bones in the whole body immediately roared together, and explosions erupted one after another, just like firecrackers, all the way down.

From the neck, each vertebra, hip bones, thighs, knee joints, shin joints, toe joints, two arms, finger joints, and all the muscles and bones in the whole body, there is no thunder or movement.

"Happy!"

Putting down the thread-bound book in his hand, Jiajing was still feeling refreshed after a sleepless night.
Chapter completed!