Then the old man quoted the words of the saint and said, "Daba, there are a lot of things." Zhang Cheng also understood a little. In short, if you want to conquer people with virtue and force, you will fall into the inferiority of the gentleman who is not taken by the gentleman.&{}..{}

Faced with such a slap in the face, before the old man could finish his speech, Zhang Cheng took out a coin, closed his eyes and aimed at the old man and flew out, and then a white light flashed across the old man's head and body and was separated by the scientific electromagnetic cannon. The electromagnetic cannon was cast continuously, and an inclined pit more than one meter deep and ten meters long was smashed outside the hall.

After suddenly killing the old man in the hall, Zhang Chengcai said loudly: "The one who just spoke is sorry. Oh, I forgot to say it. You probably don't know that I am a bad guy and never quarrel with others - I am better at fighting. Who else wants to fight???"

Zhao Ji was almost cheering when he was on the side - no wonder everyone wanted to be an immortal. It turned out that immortals could be so willful and so happy. The old man always brought out the saint Yun Hu and how to teach Zhao Ji how to be a human being. Zhao Ji had been tolerating him for a long time, but this old guy was too tough and could be said to be one of the spokespersons of the local tyrants in the court. Even if Zhao Ji was the lord of the nineteenth century, he could not easily touch him.

However, Zhao Ji also knew in private that this old man was a man. Not to mention that he married his thirteenth-year-old wife a few months ago, the old man's family also relied on his power in the court and local governments to occupy hundreds of thousands of fertile land. Of course, there were no less things to bully men and women.

But the court was filled with a large number of such officials. They used the standards of saints to demand the emperor and political enemies, and they did whatever they wanted.

Faced with Zhang Cheng's challenge, there was a silence in the court. Although it was a glorious thing for civil officials to give advice to death, the emperor might not really die. Maybe he would gain a good reputation in history books, but there were examples of challenging the immortals in front of him that he would die. He would really die without a complete corpse.

When facing the life-and-death decision, the spokespersons of the landlord class still chose to protect themselves. After all, a few people who are stupid enough to study and still have officials. The guys who can stand firm in the court are all human-like figures - let them practice verbalism and be official-like articles, and one can use ten officials of the Golden Kingdom. As for the issue of strengthening soldiers and enriching the country, you don’t have to rely too much on the issue of governing the country with such professional professionals - if you are forced to force yourself, he will cry and say, "I can't do it!" to respond.

In addition to some powerful founding emperors, the ones sitting on the Golden Palace were basically marionettes controlled by wealthy families. In fact, Zhang Cheng was very familiar with this set of ancient China. The wealthy families controlled government policies through indirect means - aren't they very familiar? Yes, the United States has been following this path since its founding.

The difference between ancient emperors and American presidents was not that big - you said that there was only Lewinsky in the White House? Of course not.

If the wealthy families (chaebols) are not satisfied with the emperor (president), just kill them and take them to the obedient ones. Anyway, in everyone's opinion, that position is more of a target - the difference is nothing more than the ancient wealthy families using high poisonous pills or directly launching troops with bullets. Looking through history books, there are really many emperors (presidents) killed by the wealthy families (chaebols) in history.

In the end, Zhao Ji, who was very happy, made a smooth move: "The immortal master atones for his sins. These disciples of Confucius and Mencius thought that they were the children of saints after reading some sutras. They were used to being arrogant on weekdays, and today they collided with the immortal master..."

Zhang Cheng also took advantage of the situation and said, "Forget it. Let them first think about how Master was between Chen and Cai."

"Immortal Master, the palace is so frustrated, why not go to the back garden with me." After all, a lot of blood was splattered in the hall. Zhao Ji wanted to talk to the immortal master in another place to avoid the group of people below vomiting and losing the court's dignity.

Zhao Ji remembered that he had started learning Taoism when he was young. He didn't know how much the Taoist elixir was taken every few days and he had to break a virgin Yuanyin, but he didn't have the magical power of the immortal master in front of him. Now that he met the real master, he would inevitably ask for advice. Of course, the fairy elixirs that Zhao Ji usually takes to strengthen the aphrodisiacs.

“Okay.”

When the two went out, the imperial guards immediately moved the body of the old man in the hall. The civil and military ministers went home to take a shower and change their clothes first. Maybe they even had to change the sedan chair.

Zhang Cheng and the official Zhao Ji walked in the pavilion and water pavilion of the harem garden for a while, and Zhao Ji asked, "Immortal Master, I have something unknown. I have also learned Taoism since I was a child. I have not only read many volumes of Taoist scriptures, but I don't know how many pills I took. I met the Immortal Master today and realized that I still cannot pass on the true teachings. I ask the Immortal Master to solve my doubts. I can really eat the wind, drink the dew and ascend in the daytime."

Zhang Cheng slapped the gourd, and there was a piece of bone-beef in his left hand and a bottle of red wine in his right hand. Zhang Cheng took a piece of meat and chewed it, and then said, "Who said that the immortals eat Feng and dew, just beat them to death, they are a liar. It would be fine if I don't eat a meal, but if I don't eat a day, I will go to eat people hungry."

When Zhang Cheng threw the wine bottle and cow bones into the pond in the palace courtyard, the two sat down in a pavilion, Zhang Chengcai said: "Let's say that, not everyone can become immortals by practicing Taoism. A Taoist practitioner is different from a Qi training man. Qi is owned in our body. The purpose of Qi training man is to discover the Qi in the body, strengthen the Qi in the body, and finally control the Qi in the body.

If a practitioner wants to achieve something, he must first have such a trace of five elements in his body, and then absorb the spiritual energy of the same attributes between heaven and earth little by little to strengthen himself, and even cast magic. But this first level is nothing in thousands."

Zhao Ji hurriedly asked, "Immortal Master, then do you think there is the five elements of spiritual energy in my body?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head: "I don't know, but I can't see this. Even immortals are the same. If you have a connection with immortality, you will meet your master, but it's not me. I haven't had the idea of ​​accepting disciples in the past hundred and ten years."

Zhao Ji: "That Immortal Master, you are..."

Zhang Cheng: "I am from the Mu Lingqi. The descendants of our lineage are best at regulating the body and prolonging life, cultivating flower medicine gardens and elixirs."

Seeing that Zhao Ji was about to open his mouth, Zhang Cheng said first: "Don't worry, it's not a problem to give you some spiritual medicines. Of course, even immortals don't have any immortal pills. If so, I'll take it in one bite, and it won't be able to keep it until now."

"Thank you for your kind gift from the Immortal Master." Zhao Ji asked again: "I heard that the Immortal Master has a unique accent. I think it's because of living in the fairy world?"

Zhang Cheng pondered and said: "I have attained enlightenment since the Jin Dynasty, and three hundred years later, the soldiers have become immortals. During this period, the dynasties have changed, and there are also differences in the accents."

As he said that, Zhang Cheng smiled: "Forget it, forget it, what he did, it's all old things. Come on, show you some elixirs. The elixirs in this yellow bottle are for strengthening kidney water. The elixirs in this white bottle are for increasing physical strength, especially the strength of the waist and legs. The elixirs in this red bottle are amazing, and they can allow the Queque to develop again."

After hearing the explanation, Zhao Ji, who had known for a long time, had no immortal pill, heard the explanation, Zhao Ji, who was 40 years old, shone with his eyes and said, "No, good thing."

As for men, there is no need to worry about power and money. There are not many things left except for women. Lao Zhao’s thousands of beauties in the palace are often nostalgic for the brothel Chuguan - otherwise how could he meet Li Shishi and invite Song Jiang?

One of the remaining important ones is self-realization. The best thing the Chinese emperor did was Zhao Ji in front of him. He can be said to be one of the most outstanding calligraphers, painters and poets in the Song Dynasty and even Chinese history. Later, there was a carpenter emperor with superb skills in the Ming Dynasty. It seems that there was a locksmith Tsar in Russia, which was considered an example of the emperor's self-realization.

After solving the problem between men, Zhao Ji asked: "Immortal Master, I wonder how many semi-automatic rifles can be?"

Zhang Cheng was prepared for a long time: "You Dao is to teach people how to fish rather than teach people how to fish. I brought two assembly lines from the immortals, one is to produce semi-automatic rifles and the other is to produce bullets. Find an open place and put it down. Both production lines are only used during the day (solar powered).

On sunny days, it can take four hours, and on a sunny day, it can produce 500 semi-automatic rifles and 20,000 bullets. On cloudy days, it can only take one or two hours. You just need to throw copper, iron, lead and nitrate into the material port in proportion as needed."

Zhao Ji: "Thank you so much for the Immortal Master."

Zhang Cheng: "I'm not busy thanking me, I won't give it for free."

Zhao Ji: "I don't know how much this one is?"

Zhang Cheng: "I don't lack gold and silver things. I came here to ask for a few calligraphy and paintings from the official family. The official family's paintings are filled with a sense of spiritual energy. Even if I have achieved success in my cultivation, I admire them very much. I want to take some back to appreciate and collect them."

"It's easy. I'll let someone clean up some fine products and send them to the immortal master." Zhao Ji was very happy. His calligraphy and paintings were appreciated by the immortal masters in the immortal world, and that must be more realistic than the group of flattery spirits of the ministers and officials - what are the benefits of the immortal master flattering the emperor!

Although the entire court now knows the masters of Zhao Ji's calligraphy and paintings, they don't understand that Zhao Ji is actually a big gold mine. Any calligraphy and painting he passed down to later generations costs tens of millions in the Chinese antique circle, and fine works cost over 100 million. Not to mention that money is so vulgar, it is also a national treasure-level artwork, and it is also sufficient to hang it in the Palace Museum. If the painting bought by Zhang Cheng was not auctioned in the United States, the price would be higher.

Needless to say, Zhang Cheng's second purpose here was to collect porcelain in the Song Dynasty. It is unquestionable that Song porcelain among the five major kilns in the collection industry is the best in the world. Zhang Cheng has collected some Ming blue and white porcelain, but Ming blue and white porcelain is far inferior to Song porcelain in terms of technology, artistic nature and even the value of later generations is far inferior to Song porcelain.

However, there are few fine Song porcelains that have been passed down from generation to generation - Japan has two fine Song porcelain tea sets that are offered like national treasures. After all, after the Song Dynasty, China has experienced so many years of wars, and it is difficult to preserve the porcelain if it is broken and it is not easy to keep.

Of course, the fine products of Song Dynasty official kilns were given to the palace, but the people of the Song Dynasty obviously did not realize the potential value of fine products of official kilns, so they just asked for some casually.

Moreover, although this arms business is a production line that is directly sold for fishing, it may not be done once. The Song Dynasty also had more than one million regular troops. Although it is unlikely that they all change their clothes, it was thought that China also retained more than one million active troops in later generations. The Song Dynasty, which was not peaceful around, had no reason to play a large-scale layoff. Besides, the military soldiers who were cut accidentally encountered a few Li Zicheng, were enough for the court to drink a pot.

Moreover, it seems that the ratio of a gun to forty bullets is normal, but that's right. Once live ammunition training or even in actual combat, the bullets will be poured out like running water. In addition to the lack of light and heavy machine gun artillery, the firepower density of the army equipped with twenty bullets is not much worse than that during World War II. At that time, the most advanced American officers and soldiers, including the famous brothers who filmed countless TV movies, only used eight-round semi-automatic rifles.

The more troops there are to be equipped with semi-automatic firearms, the fewer bullets will be. If 20,000 people are equipped with semi-automatic rifles, the average number of bullets per person is left for live ammunition training every day - and the Song Dynasty's army with more than 100,000 troops alone had hundreds of thousands of imperial guards. Even if they cannot change all the gears, there should be 100,000, and there will be no less than a single point.

At that time, naturally, Zhang Cheng was relieved to this point - such a good weapon was not afraid that the Song army would not be addicted to it. Without sufficient bullet supply, the rifle would become a fire stick.

In the end, Zhang Cheng got his wish with a bag of Zhao Ji's calligraphy and paintings and a hundred or dozens of Song Dynasty official kiln porcelain used in the imperial palace. If it is an ordinary person who uses imperial porcelain, it would be very disrespectful, but the immortals are obviously not among the ordinary people. Before leaving, Zhang Cheng still kindly said an ambiguous sentence: "In October, you might as well send a new army with three thousand weapons to garrison in Hangzhou. If there is any urgent matter, call me in front of the painting."

Zhao Ji certainly didn't understand this sentence. Hangzhou was neither the front line of the Jin and Song dynasties nor the capital, but the most prosperous place in the rear was besides Bianliang. But the new army was garrisoned. But the immortal master said it was just a matter of doing it. It was a truth that the immortal master could not be revealed. The immortal master said it himself.

Another thing is that after Zhang Cheng left, the red wine bottle he threw in the pond was salvaged, washed and sent to the official Zhao Ji. When Zhao Ji saw this beautiful bottle, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Whatever throws away is glassware, it's worthy of being the atmosphere of a fairy."

The Central Plains have always imported glassware from Hu merchants through the Silk Road, so before modern times, glassware has always been synonymous with luxury goods. Zhao Ji also collected several glassware in his palace, but none of them were as beautiful as the pond wine bottle that Zhang Cheng threw down after drinking it.

Zhang Cheng must have sold Fang La clean this time, but then again, Zhang Cheng's surname is Zhang and Fang La's surname is Fang, and everyone can't go together. No one likes Fang La's calligraphy and paintings - even Fang La is a question whether he recognizes words or not, and there is no porcelain from the official kiln at home. Who will he sell him?

After Zhang Cheng returned from the Song Dynasty in the painting, he replaced all the utensils at home. On the walls of each house, the calligraphy and paintings of Song Huizong and Tang Bohu, and tableware and tea sets were also replaced with porcelain from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty. A Xuande furnace was placed on a cabinet in the hall. The incense burned on weekdays was made by Zhang Cheng using trace agarwood, ambergris and some sandalwood bark.
Chapter completed!