Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

After making an appointment with the two of them to teach the last lesson "Silver Banknotes" tomorrow, Jiang Xinghuo went back to the cell, lay down on the straw and fell asleep.

In the haze, Jiang Xinghuo had a dream.

It's probably not accurate to say it was a dream, because it contained many horrific things that he had personally experienced.

Yes, for a senior time traveler who has buried the secret that he can return to modern times after nine lifetimes and remain immortal in his pre-time travel body so deep in his heart that he doesn't even dare to tell it when he sleeps.

His time-travel experience was terrifying.

As a time-traveler who often reads Qidian novels, Jiang Xinghuo actually doesn't care much about the taboo that appeared in his mind after time-traveling - not being allowed to actively seek death in each life-time.

How could he actively seek death? I traveled to the past to be the emperor.

At that time, he did not realize how cruel it was to not be allowed to actively seek death.

In the first life, when Jiang Xinghuo opened his eyes, he saw a shirtless and powerful slave. He and his companions were all from remote tribes conquered by the Xia Dynasty.

Jiang Xinghuo was a university lecturer before time travel and had good eloquence and management skills. He used feudal superstitions to stage a Xia Dynasty version of "Books in the Belly of a Fish, Foxes Crying in the Bonfire", inciting his companions to rebel and kill the overseer.

But soon, the Xia Dynasty's troops came from all directions. Jiang Xinghuo lacked sufficient military command capabilities. In the end, even though he entered the mountains and wanted to fight guerrillas, he was still defeated and captured.

What awaited him was to be eaten alive.

From then on, Jiang Xinghuo felt that he might not be afraid of Ling Chi anymore.

In the second life, the background is Wuhuanhua. Jiang Xinghuo was a little young when he traveled through time, so he became a precocious child before he could show his talents in the troubled times.

In the third life, I was in Suiyang, and there were all Anshi rebels outside.

Fortunately, Jiang Xinghuo was not a child this time, nor was he Zhang Xun's concubine, but an accompaniment to the army, with more than 200 soldiers in charge.

Jiang Xinghuo thought that he would definitely be able to die in battle in this life. It was not unacceptable to die fighting the enemy bravely. At the same time, he could also learn military command skills and practice martial arts.

But this is Suiyang City. Jiang Xinghuo, who cannot take the initiative to seek death, eats all the bark and tea paper when the Anshi rebels only besiege but not attack. He has no choice but to kill the horses for food. After killing all the war horses, he will die. Birds dig up rats and eat them, and in the end they can only eat rotting corpses.

He was so dizzy from hunger that he could only lean against the wall with his horizontal knife. The Mingguang Armor, which he usually wore without much burden on his body, could not even be picked up by his side.

In troubled times, life is like a piece of grass. This is true for civilians, and it is also true for officers with soldiers and swords. Who can escape?

Around that time, Jiang Xinghuo stopped thinking about making achievements and becoming king.

Before he died, Jiang Xinghuo began to miss his parents.

In the sixth life, Jiang Xinghuo's culture finally came into use. After working hard, he saved enough money and opened a factory.

Then, the war broke out, and the factory was occupied by unscrupulous traitors and the Taijun. They were not even willing to spare his life as the factory owner.

Although Jiang Xinghuo chose the "Martial Arts" skill when he was a captain in the third life, he had a rifle in his hand. He was not Ye Wen, and the Taijun opposite was not Sanpu. The end result was that he was killed by Sanba Dagai shot to the head.

In the seventh life, the people were hungry in the prosperous times.

Jiang Xinghuo's journey through time travel has never been smooth until this point.

Anyone who listens to this must sigh.

——What a miserable time traveler.

However, as an ordinary person, this is the fact when the starting conditions are not good.

Why don't you face life and death threats in peaceful times? Even if you are well fed and clothed and allowed to focus on your career, you are still an ordinary person.

In troubled times, if you don't understand martial arts and don't understand people's hearts, you can directly possess the protagonist's halo, shake the tiger's body and become a domineering king, and recruit a bunch of fierce generals and famous ministers to become the emperor?

Not to mention having a full stomach, even living itself is a luxury!

In the eighth life, the beginning of the "Jianwen Reign" was full of singing and dancing. Both parents died and the family still had ancestral property, and he was Fang Xiaoru's disciple. This was the most perfect start Jiang Xinghuo had ever encountered.

Jiang Xinghuo, who had been numbed by the fancy death method, suddenly found that no one with a knife was ready to chop him to death or eat him. The people around him were very civilized and polite.

And it's a certain death ending. You don't have to do anything to just wait for death.

The method of death was beheading, and the executioners of the Ming Dynasty were very professional.

The raising and falling of the hands is not painful.

Therefore, Jiang Xinghuo was too lazy to bother at all. He had experienced the war era, and he really felt that being able to live quietly and enjoy it by the way was the best life.

So Jiang Xinghuo sold his ancestral property and went to the Qinhuai River to spend money for a year, and then spent time in jail waiting to die.

"Mother."

In the dream, Jiang Xinghuo dreamed that he was back in modern times, enjoying dinner with his parents who had gray hair while watching TV.

Jiang Xinghuo's mouth opened into a big smile.

Once upon a time, Jiang Xinghuo never thought that these were his best days.

Although it is a bit boring to be stable, and although there are many troubles of all kinds, in the end, I can spend this life safely.

My relatives are by my side, but there are no weapons.

Jiang Xinghuo originally wanted to brag to his parents, saying that he had had a long dream.

But he suddenly found that his parents' appearance began to become blurry, as if they were separated by an invisible wall of air, getting further and further away from him.

"Mom, why can't I see you clearly? Mom!"

When I woke up, it was already evening.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Jiang Xinghuo looked at the walls around the cell as if it was a lifetime ago.

"Fortunately, I will die in two days. Mom and Dad, you must wait for me!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinghuo, who was a little sad, became excited again.

Afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo looked at the blank wall, took out his sculpture from under the straw pile, and began to mutter to himself.

"Although I am going to die, I still have to leave a little bit of my fun to this world, right?"

"I have already thought of two final poems that I will mention before I die. If you choose one of them, it will definitely be included in Volume 31 of the Biographies of Ming Dynasty."

"And I also left a little thing behind. In the event that later generations of archaeologists discover that a 'globe' appeared as early as the Ming Dynasty, I will feel that my bad taste has been satisfied just thinking about the shocked faces of those bricklayers."

"What a flawless plan!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Xinghuo, who was immersed in his imagination, was interrupted by the footsteps of two people before he could immerse himself in it for long.

Li Jinglong and Zhu Gaoxu arrived hand in hand, their faces a little solemn.

"Mr. Jiang, we have encountered a huge difficulty and would like to ask you for help."