The young man continued, "What did you say just now? Cultivators? Cultivators? Are there any cultivators in the world?"

Ji Daming was stunned for a while, as if he had remembered something, and he fumbled on his body and took out the flyer from the Resus Group: "Please check it out, my ancestor."

The young man hooked his finger at him, but saw that the flyer in Ji Daming's hand was suddenly blown up by a gust of wind, and then it floated to the young man's hand.

hiss--

Ji Daming and others have never seen such a scene? He called out a miracle and knelt down again.

The young man looked at the flyer for a moment, but he didn't recognize some simplified Chinese characters. The reader also asked: "What group does it cost?"

"Su. Resuasion Group."

"Su?"

The young man frowned: "That's how Su? What does Fusu Group mean?"

"It's an organization. The world's top chaebol organizations. They are very rich and spend 100 billion US dollars as bonus..."

"One hundred billion US dollars?"

Ji Daming thought for a while: "The one written on the flyer is equivalent to one million taels of silver. It is equivalent to three million tons of oceans..."

"Oh, I'll know if you say Dayang."

The young man read it for nearly half an hour, not because he was thinking about it, but because he didn't recognize many simplified Chinese characters and was half guessing and half asking.

After a long time, the young man smiled:

"interesting."

With a 'swoo--', the big gun in his hand swung. The long hair held behind him broke, just the length of the shawl.

He was about to jump off and looked at Ji Daming: "I know you, and I have been here for many years. Let's go and go to your house to have a look."

"Go for a walk."

"Old ancestor, please come here!"

Ji Daming and others were ecstatic.

An hour later, Ji Daming rode an electric bike to bring his ancestor back.

Along the way, the young man looked at everything around him curiously, all of which was fresh to him.

When I got home, I made tea and killed chickens. I was busy for a while.

The young man suddenly asked: "What year is it now?"

"Old ancestor, 2021."

"What years did I ask?"

Ji Daming thought for a while: "Year of the Ox."

"I... forget it."

The young man was silent for a while and said, "In the end, Zhang Xun became, or Yuan Shikai became?"

A group of peasant men: "..."

Look at me, let me look at you. What does it mean? Everyone knows Yuan Shikai, who is the fuck Zhang Xun?

The young man frowned: "Don't you know Zhang Xun? Didn't he restore the throne? Is it the last?"

hiss--

Ji Daming took a deep breath in embarrassment. This has touched the blind spot of knowledge!

At this time, Ji Daming's son who was in junior high school came back. Ji Daming quickly shouted: "Come here, pay homage to my ancestors."

"Hurry up, why are you stunned? Come and kowtow!"

Ji Daming's son looked at the man who was like a beggar in front of him foolishly and kowtowed twice subconsciously.

Ji Daming mentioned his son like a chicken and asked, "What kind of thing is Zhang Xun restoration, do you know?"

The son was a little scared, and while covering his hands on his face, he said, "Learn... I've learned." He was afraid that his irritable father would slap himself in the face.

Ji Daming said excitedly: "Old ancestor, know, he knows. Hurry up, tell us about Zhang Xun..."

My son was so scared that he shivered and thought to himself, this is a test of whether I work hard at school or not.

"I...I can't remember."

"What's the point of asking for you!"

"Wuwuwu, dad, but I know which page of the history book it is! I read, I read, this is not a required test question, I promise..."

"Hurry, read it!"

With a 'sweet', the child pulled open his schoolbag, took out a history book from it, and muttered aloud:

"In the sixth year of the Republic of China, Zhang Xun led 5,000 braided troops into Beijing, carrying out the twelve-year-old Puyi to announce the restoration. The year name was changed to the ninth year of Xuantong, and the power was issued to the whole country to hang dragon cavalry..."

The young man interrupted: 'I know, I ask you, did he become a last resort? And how long did Cai E live?'

child:"……"

"I...I haven't learned that yet."

At this time, Ji Daming understood, Oh, it turns out that my ancestor was from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China?

"Old ancestors, I don't know the specific ones. I definitely didn't succeed, because later history overthrew Yuan Shikai's rule...and then the proletarian workers all over the world united."

"Then our country's peasants, workers, and proletariat have united. Then... Then, after eight years of the War of Resistance Against Japan, we won. Then we will be the New China."

As soon as Ji Daming spoke, Ji Dakang and others immediately picked up what they knew.

Although these fellows were not very clear about the history of the Republic of China, did they not know about the Anti-Japanese War?

How many times have I performed on TV...

After talking for more than an hour, the young man had a rough understanding of the world and asked, "You just said that there are still immortal cultivators in this world?"

Ji Daming blushed a little, and wanted to tell his ancestors that it was shouted in the slogan of the Restoration Group. It was to attract the strong to go over.

But I can't say that. What if my ancestors thought it was nothing big and didn't go there? What should I do if the bonuses? Those bonuses can make all the more than 20 people in Xingyimen become monetary, and their children can go to good schools and live in school district housing...

"Old ancestor, we don't know this. But I tell you that all the strong men on the entire earth have gone, one for the bonus, and the other for the purpose of being able to climb the Resurrection Island and see the real strong men in this world!"

A hint of excitement flashed in the young man's eyes: "Register for me. How to register?"

“…”

Half an hour later, Ji Daming rode the three-wheeled harvest, and took his son and ancestors to the only black Internet cafe in the town.

"Hurry, sign up for your ancestors, how does this computer operate? Hurry up!"

My son was not stupid either. He probably realized that he should be a master senior in the sect, so he immediately started a computer with his boss:

"Old ancestor, don't move, I'll take a photo for you to upload it."

As he said that, he picked up the camera on the computer and pointed it at him, taking a photo.

Although there was surprise in his eyes, he was still calmly observing everything around him.

"Name.Once my ancestor, I need to fill in my name here."

"Ji Jixue."

hiss--

Ji Daming was a little scared when he heard this name. He was really an ancestor. He actually belonged to the following generation!

The founder of Xingyiquan is called "Zushi Jike". This is also the Ji-senior generation. And the ancestor in front of him is obviously from the same generation as Ji Jike. What kind of dynasty should he be from?

Ji Daming swallowed, and a surging look of blood flashed in his eyes.

So... can you reach the level of my ancestors when practicing boxing to the extreme? You can live for hundreds of years!

"age."

"age……"

Ji Jixie thought for a while and said, "I forgot. I only remember that Cai E was in poor health at that time and asked someone to come to me to see him and save his life. I happened to start seclusion. At that time, I should be 120 years old."

Ji Daming patted his son's head: "Who is Cai E?"

The son turned his head in horror and looked at his ancestor, Cai E? Wow... The ancestor had resuscited his life?

That's the Republic of China!

My son now understands who the so-called ancestor is, and knows how old he is...

My son calculated with his fingers for a long time and came to a rough conclusion:

"It should be two hundred... Then I'll fill in the 230-year-old?"

"OK."

"Ancestor home. Then my ancestral home will fill in Shanxi..."

“…”
To be continued...