All the emperors stand up and watch the stars of mankind shine

Now all dynasties are watching, this is Daqin.

The carriage of the eastern tour stopped, and Ying Zheng's body became more and more serious, and he trembled and raised his head to watch.

Thinking of the text I saw in the Golden List before, it was also the initial evaluation of the construction of the greatest country.

You will see a group of reformers who can try all the roads of the world. They look for a path that suits the land, rather than someone else arranging a set of roads, rather than serving the interests.]

[If you don't find this way, you won't stop!!] 】

The images he had seen before kept coming to his mind.

Tan Sitong went to keep the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun, and then Mr. Sun led a generation to overthrow the Qing court, and then to the present.

Chen Duxiu was released from prison.

People of this era, they are really interpreting.

They will really try all the paths they find, and if they don't find the real way, they won't give up!

Ying Zheng was tired, but he still looked up and ordered.

"Not leaving."

"Watch here and see how much this country can grow."

He began to look forward to it.

The gold list inventory appeared.

[Hu Nan Changsha Minxue began to run newspapers and periodicals, and some students wrote, edited, typeset, proofread, and printed alone, and drove out an inaugural issue, in order to support the ideas promoted by Chen Duxiu]

The screen appears.

Hu Nan, a young student from a folk school, wearing a robe, was busy alone.

He was creating newspapers.

That's right, one person creates a newspaper.

He Shuheng looked at the Xiang Ping that had just been created, and was a little surprised.

"You worked hard, one person wrote, edited, typeset, printed, and in ten days I rushed out of the inaugural issue."

Each of the dense texts is an article that examines how to spread the vast new trend of thought in response to the current situation.

Standing in front of him, the student just shook his head.

"What is this, Mr. Zhongfu can moth to the fire, organize ideological teams, go deep into the streets to give speeches, widely mobilize the people, and use prison to wake up the world.

He Shuheng was equally excited and nodded.

"By the way, the six printed on this are not afraid to write well, I don't know who wrote it."

"Don't be afraid of the sky, don't be afraid of the ghosts, don't be afraid of the dead, don't be afraid of the north and the south, the army. Valve do not be afraid, capital. Don't be afraid at home. "

"Beautiful!"

"But you said Mr. Zhongfu, when the authorities have made it clear, he gave up his status and rushed to the forefront alone, whether as a teacher, as a thinker, or as a national 12 people, no one did Mr. Bibi

Better up. "

A new inventory appeared on the gold list.

[After Chen Duxiu was released from prison, his thoughts deepened, and he participated in the anniversary of the establishment of the class association, highly praised the current student gathering to speak out, and also refused Cai Yuan's invitation to concentrate on the cause of death]

On the gold list.

The screen appears.

This time, two people were sitting in the room.

One is Cai Yuanbei, and the other is Chen Duxiu.

The sun was shining outside the window.

Mr. Cai Yuanbai had previously resigned in anger against the warlords of the north and south against the sons of Beijing University, and now he has also returned.

"Zhongfu, have you thought about it, do you really want this?"

Chen Duxiu didn't speak, he was just silent, thinking about the scene before him.

Previously, he was imprisoned for his speech, and during that time, he thought a lot about it.

He found that today's China had failed on the path of strengthening the Qing court, and failed again in copying Western democratic rules.

But the proletariat of Tsarist Russia was clearly successful under highly similar conditions.

China must follow this path in order to solve its fundamental problems.

At this moment, the silence and oppressive breath finally broke.

Chen Duxiu smiled and shook his head, he refused.

"I'm not going to continue teaching, I'm going to do something big."

Cai Yuanbei took a deep look at Chen Duxiu, he wanted to say nothing, and naturally knew what Chen Duxiu was going to do.

It took a long time before he finally spoke.

"You can think about it, you can actually be a professor in the history department."

Chen Duxiu just nodded, retracted his smile, and spoke softly and firmly.

"The light of the predecessors is shining, how can I retreat?"

Immediately, the picture reappeared.

This time, in the Cultural University, Chen Duxiu really spoke.

Hundreds of students in the audience, their eyes were expectant, excited, and so on.

"Mr. Tan Sitong said that since ancient times, those who have succeeded without sacrifice have changed the law now, and now they are also sacrificed."

"How can a big country, overseas foreign snoops, and the official national debt of the North and the South be repeated?"

"Students, compatriots, the current China needs a new social transformation, a thorough transformation, and a fundamental solution to the current problems!"

"What does it mean to solve the problem at the root? Everyone must have seen the success of Tsarist Russia, they established an official that truly belongs to the people, the people personally stand on the international stage and speak on their behalf, and China must also find its own suitable path! "

At this moment, many students watched in shock and applauded thunderously.

For the first time, they realized that Tsarist Russia's despair may be the path they really want to take.

Right now.

Daqing.

Kangxi looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, also with fear!

Count Mr. Tan, Zou Rong, Liu Daoji, Song Jiaoren...

These people are not afraid of death at all, so many people have died, spent so long time, traveled such a bumpy wrong road, just to find a truly correct path for China.

"They found it? Did that road really begin? "

Immediately, Kangxi roared angrily: "Impossible, you can't catch up with the Western powers!" "

Daming.

Zhang Juzheng already felt the passage of life, and he had difficulty letting people carry him to see the gold list.

At this moment, his voice was vicissitudes, but his eyes carried a burning light.

"Sorry."

He finally knew the greatness of these two words.

These people are creating the true kingdom in his mind!

At that time.

On the gold list, a new line of text shockingly appeared!

[In fact, there is no golden decade in the north and south of the Republic of China, and there is no gathering of masters]

[This is an era of decay, soaring prices, hardship for the people, international oppression, people being bullied, warlords occupying everything]

[Those who are desperate will be cut off their heads, whether you are young, good or bad, or how famous you are, you will die]

[It's just that there are people, many people, they inherit the aspirations of their predecessors, look for the road from countless confusions, and finally come to the Max road, but they have to complete the Marx thought suitable for China]

[Also face unknown enemies]

【Inventory of the road to the creation of the greatest country】

Daming.

Zhu Qizhen looked at this line of text and fell silent.

"I, Daming Taizu, founded the country and broke through the hands of Qianyuan all the way in the chaotic rebel army, and along the way, the rebels surrendered to many people, all because of the cruel slaughter of the tyranny."

"How can the founding of the country not shed blood?"

"It's just that in this afterlife, internal and external troubles, surrounded by strong enemies, it is too difficult."

The other side.

Da Tang.

Li Longji did not speak.

His gaze fell on those words.

Prices are soaring, countries are oppressed, people lose their dignity, warlords occupy everything, and the forerunners of ideas die at the forefront.

For a long time, he only smiled bitterly.

Founding the country in such a difficult situation is even more difficult than the Great Tang.

Daming.

Zhu Qizhen was still in a daze, thinking about the contrast between the founding of previous dynasties.

At this moment, on the gold list, new words appeared.

[Do you think this is the end of it]

[Next, this group of people will change the world and create a great and new Chinese power under the staggering difficulties and dangers]

[His name is unknown, his exploits live forever]

[Is that doctrine so important?] 】

[They create a bright world, you should go and see]

[This will last a hundred years, a hundred years to complete]

[We can only use our lives to rush]

Zhu Qizhen looked at the golden list text in shock, and only felt afraid.

[Next, this group of people will change the world and create a great and new Chinese power under the staggering difficulties and dangers]

[We can only use our lives to rush]

He thought of the golden list text he had seen at the beginning and muttered.

"A changer who has tried all the roads in the world, finds his way, and walks hard towards an incomparably bright future." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

He suddenly realized.

This rotten afterlife has changed.

Since Chen Duxiu was arrested and imprisoned, and now after his release, this afterlife will embark on a completely new path!

And then.

Yu Qian also looked at the text in front of him and was amazed.

"The stars of those who change the world are dazzling, and they should be the hereafter."

"Even if it lasts for a long time, the bloodiness in these people's bones will not be worn out!"

The other side.

Du Yushi Xiao Weizhen also looked at it, his brows furrowed, and the solemnity in his eyes was complicated, and he couldn't hide it.

This is a time destined to be extraordinary.

Despite the thorns along the way, they will stop at nothing to find the light!

At that time, the golden list, the words continued to emerge magnificently.

【Inventory of the road to the creation of the greatest country in history】

[Each dynasty close to the golden list can have a dialogue across time and space, and the dynasties can talk to discuss the way to the creation of the country of the hereafter]

At this moment, the list has changed dramatically, and the generals, people, emperors, etc. of various dynasties can talk to various dynasties in the golden list.

The emperors of previous dynasties accepted the invitation of the golden list one after another.

Daqin, a golden list appeared in front of Ying Zheng.

As far as his eyes could see, he could see the opposite side directly through time and space.

However, when he saw the Great Qin Emperor, his face changed.

Great Qin, the first emperor Huzheng, the second Huhai, the third son.

There are only three emperors in the Great Qin!

A sickly pale look appeared on his face, but Yingzheng still suppressed his anger.

His gaze locked on the name of Tang Taizong Li Shimin, and he thought of the picture he had seen on the gold list.

The people who created the great powers of later generations once said that the Qin Emperor Han Wu lost literary brilliance, and the Tang Emperor and Song Zu were slightly inferior, and in any case, if they can be juxtaposed with it, they must not be idle.

"Do you think they'll really succeed?" Huan Zheng asked Li Shimin that he felt that there were not many emperors who could talk to him.

This is the first time in history that the emperor has a dialogue across time and space, and Tang Taizong Li Shimin is not surprised, and his expression is solemn when he hears this.

"I don't know, but I think it will, the country has been in the country for generations, haven't you found out, they... It's getting stronger. "

The other side.

Daming.

Yu Qian looked through the gold list, his eyes were excited, this time he asked about his idol goal since childhood.

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang.

"Mr. Wenshan, will they succeed?"

At this moment, Wen Tianxiang's eyes actually carried a longing that made people dare not look at it directly.

"It will."

Daqing.

Qianlong scolded angrily, his gaze twisted.

"They can't make it!"

Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin directly scolded angrily: "Yi Di is bloody, and he speaks wildly!" It is also reasonable to be overthrown, I am a Han people, I have never been defeated for thousands of years! "

Right now.

The new features of the gold list were turned on, and after a short debate in various eras, everyone finally quieted down.

Huan Zheng, Li Shimin and others looked at the list.

At this moment, new text reappeared.

[Because of the previous incident of students and leaflets, in order to find the path of Max, Li Dazhao went to Wufeng Mountain, and it was also here that he began to think about the foundation, concepts, and anatomy of the principles of China's new road attempt]

The screen expands.

Wu Feng Mountain.

It was very remote, and now that it was a holiday, Li Dazhao came here and began to think for a long time alone.

In order not to disturb himself, he deliberately lived in a sparsely populated house.

Early in the morning, Li Dazhao stretched out his hand, grabbed the rice in the bowl, and thought while stuffing it into his mouth.

"The road of despair, in terms of history, Tsarist Russia is undoubtedly the closest to China."

"Whether it is from the previous feudal dynasty, to the overthrow of the feudal dynasty, the establishment of the bourgeois official, and then the establishment of the proletarian official later."

"Finally, from the perspective of other Western countries, at least for now, they do not have a reference."

As if he suddenly thought of something, Li Dazhao wiped his hands clean and began to pick up the pen, writing excitedly.

This is how he comes these days, locking himself alone in his room, forgetting food and sleep, talking to himself.

This time, I picked up the pen, and until late at night, the food at the table was already cold.

He put down his pen before continuing to grab it, gulping and continuing to ponder new questions alone.

Late at night, the smoke of strong tea lingered in the dim light in front of him.

The smoke began to decrease until it disappeared.

A cup of tea is also cooled until dawn.

In the dark night 123, near the window, he had dew on his hair.

At this moment, he finally came to his senses, raised his hand, and got carried away with excitement.

"Yes, yes!"

"Max was right! The social path is right! "

"All that is needed is to find a path of Marx's thought suitable for China, and it must be found."

The general direction was found!

At this moment, Li Dazhao walked out in the morning light.

Bathed in golden light, he descended the mountain step by step, as if preaching.

Daming.

Inside the barracks, the thinker Wang Yangming looked at this scene and his eyes lit up.

"This man is preaching!"

His voice entered the gold list, which naturally resonated with many thinkers.

Among them, the literary masters who studied Confucianism all nodded their heads.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhang Zai also looked excited.

Of course, he knew that what Wang Yangming was talking about was not the theory of alchemy as Taoism said.

In Confucianism, preaching is naturally the proof of truth.

He looked at Li Dazhao, who was descending step by step on the gold list, and his eyes flashed a little surprise.

This junior from the extremely chaotic afterlife is combining all the previous successes and failures, problems and shortcomings, and deducing and verifying the theory he is studying today.

The initial research was ideological enlightenment, so that China first awakened a generation of youth, and then based on youth, awakened the people.

Now, he is deducing the next path after the people are awakened!

At this moment, the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhu Xi and others were also shocked.

"This person is a great talent!"

Right now.

The picture appeared again on the gold list.

At this moment, Li Dazhao walked out of Wufeng Mountain.

The morning light is faint and brilliant.

What appeared in front of him was the most ordinary wheat field.

An old farmer in his fifties was bent over at the moment, standing among the golden ears of wheat, sweating like rain.

Early in the morning, there are not a few people who start working like this old farmer, and this is their most ordinary life.

Li Dazhao approached the farmland and helped with him.

The reader in the robe gave the old farmer a surprised look, and Li Dazhao just smiled.

"Brother, when the wheat comes down, you can eat the white noodle steamed buns, right?"

The old farmer didn't have a smile on his face, but just spoke: "It's another donation and a tax, and there are not a few left." "

Li Dazhao still smiled: "Brother, have you ever thought about it, the harvest is so good, the days are still so bitter, and you even have to ask for food, what is the reason?" "

The old farmer frowned: "Life, it's not as good as you gentlemen who can read and hyphenate." "

At this moment, Li Dazhao shook his head, and his expression was no longer easy to go and smile before.

He just looked seriously at the scythe that the old farmer kept waving in his hand, word by word, cutting to the chase.

"It is not our life to be a cow and a horse."

"Fate, we have to decide on our own!"

The old farmer didn't speak, but Li Dazhao's gaze still fell on the sickle in the old farmer's hand.

Yes, he firmly believes that he must decide his own destiny and fight for himself.

Each person's life is in his own hands.

Now, starting with him, fight for the new China - for life!.