The dark gun barrel reveals the remaining fire salt from the last time.

Direction, precision.

Xiao Zhusi only needs to pull the button slightly, and the fate of Taichang old slave will be released.

As for why the flintlock gun in Lao Zhu's hand was in the hands of Xiao Zhusi, the reason is also simple. Xiao Zhusi is about to lead the fleet to sea, and this flintlock gun is Lao Zhu's farewell gift to Xiao Zhusi.
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Looking at the old slave of Taichang again, when he saw the black hole gun pointed at him, his pupils shrank sharply, and a scene seemed to appear in his mind.

It was a piece of snow, and with a 'bang', my skull was lifted off.

Where does this memory come from?!

The old slave subconsciously covered his Tianling Cap with both hands and took two steps back. He couldn't help but be filled with doubts. He was sure that he had never seen such a firearm before.

Xiao Zhusi is also very confused, I am pointing my gun at your destiny bird, why are you covering your head?

‘Space-time synchronic memory?’

Ji Boying, who was on the side, glanced at the old slave and saw the abnormal movement of the flintlock gun. From the familiarity in the old slave's eyes, he roughly guessed what was going on.

‘Is it because the old slave in another time and space died abnormally, so some profound memories before his death will be synchronized across time and space to other time and space peers to help other time and space peers avoid disaster?’

However, this is just Ji Boying's guess about parallel time and space.

After all, some parallel time and space science fiction films I have watched generally use this set of logic.

He glanced at Xiao Zhusi and gave Xiao Zhusi a look that meant he was holding back his gun.

Pure intimidation will most likely be ineffective against this generational hero.

Ji Boying looked at the old slave of Taichang.

"I'll give you two choices now."

"One, he was beaten to death by the people present."

Ding.

The old slave was stunned.

If you want to kill, just kill. If you stick out your head, you can kill him with a knife. If you blink, I, Nurhachi, am not a man.

Beating with fists and feet? Not so humiliating!

"Two, finish this lesson for me. If I am satisfied with the results of your lesson, I will tell you about the Jin Kingdom you established and everything that happened in the next three hundred years."

Hearing this sentence, the old slave of Taichang subconsciously paused.

‘Three hundred years in the future?’

‘Could it be that the Daikin I founded didn’t die?!’

The old slave can not care about his own life or death.

After all, the winner is the king and the loser is the loser.

Back then, from the moment he chose to rebel against the Ming Dynasty, he had already been mentally prepared for failure, knowing clearly that he had no way out now.

But.

The old slave could also clearly realize that his failure this time was full of inexplicable weirdness. A bunch of powerful warriors with unknown origins appeared, and even Li Rusong, who had been dead for decades, crawled out of his grave.

Cut yourself.

If you can know everything that should have happened, if you can know the future of Daikin, Lao Nu will definitely not be able to refuse the temptation brought by this condition.

Silence, silence again.

Finally, the old slave took a deep breath and looked up at the line of words on the rice paper on the panel.

"Confessions of the Jiannu - An in-depth analysis of self-rise"

"I promise you."

The words fell.

Ji Bo raised the corner of his eagle mouth slightly and sat down on the imperial chair.

The next moment, along with the Taishi chair, his figure floated back and accurately landed on the edge of the podium.

Like Li Er before him, Taichang's old slave was so shocked when he saw this miracle that his pupils shrank. He further confirmed his suspicions and also concluded that the person in front of him was an immortal.

‘It’s God’s will.’

‘It turns out that God wants to destroy me, Dajin.’

‘As the immortal said, I have three hundred years of national destiny.’

"Let's talk."

Ji Boying spoke calmly.

Suddenly, an idea flashed.

‘Let’s talk.’

‘This is a good name.’

‘The future teachers’ classes will be defined by this name.’

"Li Er of the Tang Dynasty is the first guest of the lecture bar, and he can also be the permanent guest."

Old rules.

A plate of pistachios and a cup of Dahongpao, the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain.

This kind of expensive tea is different from the quick tea that costs 399 a cup in teahouses. It is expensive but not marketable, and it is bright and beautiful. The more you drink it, the better it gets. No wonder rich people like to raise it themselves.

The old slave from Taichang, who was shackled at his hands and feet, was silent for a while, then he raised his head and took a deep breath before speaking.

"It all started on a dark and stormy night..."

Time passes little by little.

The old slave taught this class very carefully.

From the time when his father and grandfather were accidentally killed, to when he became a slave of the Li family, during the narration process, his eyes did not look at anyone present. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own memories, and he remembered the dozens of memories he had made.

The army and horses of the year are eloquently told.

Rather than saying that he was telling these great emperors and princes, it would be better to say that this was his inner monologue, his own redemption.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

When the setting sun of Hongwu time and space spilled like blood through the window into the main hall of Zuixian Building, Taichang Lao Nu's self-report lesson finally came to an end.

This lesson.

It is not only the experience gained by the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, but also the life summary of the old slave’s history of self-struggle.

"Not bad."

Listening to people speak in person is much more comfortable than reading an autobiography.

Ji Boying finished smashing the last pistachio in his hand and patted the Zha Zhahui in his hand.

Stand up.

Looking across these princes and princes, Ji Boying saw some deep thoughts and doubts in their eyes.

Having these is enough. If you can gain enlightenment and doubt, you will have thinking, and you will gain. These are all improvements in soft power.

And since the old slave has finished the lecture as promised, Ji Boying will naturally fulfill his promise.

"Look carefully."

"What you are going to see next is the great fortune you have established and the fate of the country in the next three hundred years."

The words fell.

The old slave of Taichang trembled. Before he could prepare, the 36D holographic projection was turned on, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

Lao Zhu and all the princes and princes of the Great Tomorrow also tightened their minds. They all stood up subconsciously, with solemn expressions, and stared at the changing scene around them.

They also want to see how the Braided Dynasty, which originally replaced the Ming Dynasty and took over the Central Plains, is doing.

The projections this time are all edited in a fancy way.

Act One: Huang Taiji ascends the throne, suppresses North Korea, changes the country to the Qing Dynasty, and achieves a great victory in Songjin.

The second act: Shunzhi ascends the throne, the Qing army enters the pass, decides the trip to Yanjing, Yangzhou for ten days, and Jiading three massacres.

The third act: Kangxi ascends the throne, captures Obai out of his wits, flattens the three feudal lords, China and Russia sign the Treaty of Nerchinsk, conquers Galdan personally, and seizes the direct descendant in Kowloon.

Act 4: Yongzheng ascends the throne, spreads his men into acres, marches westward to Qinghai, establishes a secret reserve system, rectifies the administration of officials, restores local authority, establishes a military aircraft office, and strengthens the monarchy's power.

The fifth act: Qianlong ascended the throne, visited the south of the Yangtze River six times, and composed tens of thousands of poems, one after another, two, three, four, five. Six, seven, eight, or nine, flying into the reeds were gone.

Act Six: Jiaqing ascends the throne, the White Lotus Sect uprising, Heshen is killed, the Tianli Sect uprising, and duck pian is banned.

Act 7: Daoguang ascends the throne, bans British cigarettes, the British army bombards Humen, destroys cigarettes in Humen, the first duck war breaks out, and signs the "Treaty of Nanjing", "Guangzhou Contract", "Sino-US Wangxia Treaty", "Sino-French Whampoa Treaty"
To be continued...