Fantasy Falls: I Awaken Dragon Blood

"China's ability to overcome this catastrophe depends entirely on you, the Imperial Master! It is the fortune of China, the fortune of the imperial capital, and the fortune of thousands of people to have your help!"!

"Master Chen doesn't have to be like this."

"Saving the people from fire and water is the original intention of my practice, Amitabha!"

Pudu Cihang put his hands together and had kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

This is a majestic temple, built in an antique style, solemn and solemn. The walls of this large temple are painted with profound Buddhist inscriptions, sandalwood curls up, and wooden fish echo. Ordinary people may get a glimpse of Buddhism when they first hear it and see it.

Exquisite.

The temple is majestic and majestic. The glazed tiles of various colors on the roof are dazzling under the sunlight. The main building of the temple has nine floors. The main hall is supported by 81 unreachable vermilion stone pillars. No matter what time of day, there are always people in the temple.

It is brightly lit and dazzling.

This temple is called Cihang Temple, and it was specially built by the imperial capital for the Chinese Imperial Master Pudu Cihang.

Pudu Cihang has profound Buddhist teachings, is willing to do charity, is obedient to his words, and responds to requests. For a long time, the dignitaries in the imperial capital have highly praised Pudu Cihang.

Pudu Cihang cured many high-ranking Chinese officials who were terminally ill. Pudu Cihang could also help those high-ranking officials who were not sick to live longer. Otherwise, why would Pudu Cihang hold a high position in China as an outsider?

"National Division?"

When Chen Xinguo saw that Pudu Cihang had stopped making any sound and seemed to be in a slumber, he couldn't help but call out softly.

"I don't know what I told the Imperial Master a few days ago..."

Chen Xinguo's palms were sweating nervously. He was eight feet tall and about fifty years old. He was not that big of a deal, but this matter was too important.

"Yes, the time has come."

Pudu Cihang's face was white and beardless, and he looked solemn in ancient times. He did not speak, and Chen Xinguo did not dare to urge him. After a while, Pudu Cihang opened his eyes and said something that made Chen Xinguo happy.

"I understand, Imperial Master."

Chen Xinguo felt relieved and said no more. He recited the Buddha's name, turned around and left the hall.

Pudu Cihang looked at Chen Xinguo's leaving figure with a smile on his lips, which seemed to be relieved, but also with a hint of unknown meaning.

The weather outside the main hall was exceptionally clear, the sky was clear blue, the clouds were unstained, the distant mountains were covered with dark blue, the gentle breeze was bringing warmth, and the light blue sky was like a piece of clean velvet, edged with yellow gold.

Chen Xinguo put his hands behind his back and walked more and more relaxedly. He slowly walked down the hall, and his usually majestic face with Chinese characters took on a touch of softness.

A well-dressed male secretary trotted up to Chen Xinguo with a briefcase under his arm and a pile of documents in his hand. Just as he was about to report, Chen Xinguo waved his hand, indicating that he would talk later.

"Master...is it necessary to ask what Pudu Cihang means?"

As the two of them got into a black business car, the young male secretary couldn't help but said.

"What do you think? After being with me for so long, you still haven't made any progress..."

Chen Xinguo tapped the armrest of the car with his fingers, and another young and beautiful female secretary lit a cigar for him.

"It's no different now than it used to be. In the new world, strength is still very important. The reason why the imperial capital can safely survive the catastrophe of the end of the world depends entirely on Pudu Cihang. I still haven't figured out how capable he is."

Chen Xinguo explained to the male secretary, saying it was an explanation, but more like preaching.

"I know, uncle..."

The male secretary bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"If you weren't my nephew, I wouldn't keep you by my side every day. The future of the Chen family and China ultimately lies with you young people."

Chen Xinguo thought of his second brother Chen Xinhua and couldn't help but sigh.

His five brothers are either talented or ruthless. They are either great talents or arrogant. The fact that the Chen family can grow from an ordinary general to a behemoth in China is inseparable from the painstaking management of the five brothers.

His second brother's talents and methods were not inferior to his, but he died early in Fengtian City at the beginning of the end of the world.

"Gai Nie and Qin Wuyang have been setting off for a while."

Hearing this, Chen Fangkai became energetic for a while.

"Uncle, it's been more than half a month."

"Fang Kai, don't worry. Neither Gai Nie nor Qin Wuyang are easy to deal with. If they work together, Jilong City will be doomed."

"My second brother's revenge will be avenged by our Chen family!"

"But uncle, these two people set out at a time when the sky was changing. The world was expanding, the journey was long, the landform was greatly changed, and monsters were everywhere. Although the two of them have superior military power, they don't have the protection of the national master. I'm afraid..."

Chen Fangkai said worriedly.

He is just an illegitimate son who is not taken seriously. He has no feelings for his father, Chen Xinhua, but no matter what, he has to pretend to be a loving father and a filial son.

"It doesn't matter, you have to trust those two people."

Chen Xinhua no longer discussed this issue, but instead pulled down the window and waved to the people outside the window, showing that he was as close to the people as possible.

Commercial vehicles were passing through the streets, and reporters and people from time to time took out their cameras to take pictures. Chen Xinguo traveled with a full logistics team, and the cordon clearly separated the main road from ordinary people.

There are tall buildings on both sides of the main road, neat shops, and bustling crowds. Everything is no different from before the apocalypse. It is hard to believe that this is the imperial capital after the apocalypse.

Liangji Longcheng couldn't even imagine that after the outbreak of the apocalypse, there would be a majestic city with a population of tens of millions in the world. Compared with the imperial capital, the surviving population of 100,000 in his Fengtian City was not even a drop in the bucket.

In the Imperial City, there are abundant supplies and a comfortable life. People go to work and go to school. The content of work and study may be different from the past, but all of this demonstrates the strength and heritage of the Imperial City.

Most of the prosperity of the imperial capital relies on Pudu Cihang. If it were not for Pudu Cihang's Xumina mustard seeds, the last disaster alone would have reduced the imperial capital's population by 90%.

After walking for half an hour, Chen Xinguo arrived at his mansion. The mansion was not big and had a solemn appearance but not luxury. It was in line with Chen Xinguo's status as a senior political figure.

Returning to the mansion, Chen Xinguo immediately summoned senior officials from his faction to discuss matters. The luxuriously decorated private conference room was immediately filled with more than ten people, most of whom were members of the Chen family who were senior officials.

"What do the others say?"

Chen Xinguo sat in the main seat, listening to the work reports of his subordinates and clan members.

"As for the head of the family proclaiming himself emperor...the other families agree."

"But they have conditions..."

"They say that our restoration of the imperial system and the transition from a capitalist society to a feudal society is retrograde and the people of the imperial capital will not agree."

"The seven of them are under a lot of pressure..."

Chen Xinguo frowned. The other party said he agreed but also said it was difficult. He was probably preparing to open his mouth.

"Say the conditions!"

"The seven families said...the emperor's position must be taken by the seven families in turn, and cannot be reserved exclusively for the Chen family..."

The report was made by a short, fat middle-aged man in a suit. After saying this, he carefully looked at Chen Xinguo's face. As expected, Chen Xinguo's face looked ugly.

"Go on."

Chen Xinguo was a little unhappy, but slowly it turned into viciousness.

The Chen family is the most powerful among the eight major families. When he takes the throne and takes over all the power, he will slowly take care of other families. If they want to sit on the throne, they must survive until that time.

"they said……"

Middle-aged people have sweat on their foreheads.

"talk!!!"

Chen Xinguo, who showed no emotion or anger, said coldly.

"They say that the throne changes every three years..."

"Asshole!!!"

A vein popped out in Chen Xinguo's right hand and he crushed the teacup to pieces. The other families were indeed not easy to fool.

"This is unreasonable. The throne is inherited by the son after the death of the father. After the death of the father, the younger brother succeeds. How is it possible for several families to take turns to take over?"

Chen Fangkai jumped out and yelled angrily.

"Promise them..."

Chenxinguo Road.

So what if he doesn't agree, his Chen family is the most powerful among the eight major families, but if the seven families join forces, it is more than enough to take down one Chen family.

"Three years is enough for me to take care of them. Do you think you guys have decided on me... Haha."

Chen Xinguo's face became more and more sinister. In the past, the eight major families were in the same family, making money together, holding power together, and firmly controlling the direction of China. But this is the new world, the whole of China, and his Chen family

Want them all!

"How is the public opinion work going?"

Chen Xinguo asked about another matter.

"The publicity has been in place, and the people in the imperial capital don't care much about who is in power or whether the imperial system is restored."

"very good……"

"Then hold a referendum to formally confirm the restoration of imperialism in China."

"Then what is the name of the new dynasty?"

"Change Huaxia to Chen Dynasty! Change the imperial capital to Dadu!"

Chen Xinguo said decisively.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. This was the first time in the entire history of China that a surname was used as the name of a country.

"The enthronement ceremony will be scheduled in four months. On February 2, the dragon will raise its head!"

"Now, increase the supervision of the people of the Imperial Capital, control public opinion and propaganda, and completely eliminate dissenting voices in the Imperial Capital. In addition, we must drive the damn White Lotus Sect and the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army completely out of the Imperial Capital!"

"As for the monsters outside the city, please slow down the pace of cleaning them up... Before going outside, you must first pacify the inside. This has been the principle since ancient times."

Chen Xinguo made arrangements in an orderly manner. Now is an extraordinary period. Every move made by the Chen family needs to be carefully considered and cautious.

Soon, a horrific bloody storm broke out in the Imperial Capital, which the people of the Imperial Capital called the White Terror.

"Chen Xinguo, you are trying to restore the state!"

"Chen Xinguo, you are acting rebelliously!"

"Chen Xinguo, don't try to shut our mouths! We, Kuang Husheng, will never compromise! You thief!"

Amidst the mainstream propaganda for the full restoration of the imperial system, many different voices suddenly appeared in the imperial capital. They hid in Tibet and criticized the policies of Chen Xinguo and the eight major families.

Chen Xinguo had already anticipated this situation, so he intensified the suppression. From then on, there were no different voices in the capital.

At this moment, Dadu seems to be singing and dancing in peace, but in fact, there is an undercurrent.

Happy Building, a new elegant place in the capital, is the favorite entertainment venue for all dignitaries. It covers an area of ​​more than an acre and is antique. The lines of its bright red building are soft and graceful, the gorgeous ceiling is light and elegant, and the carvings inside and outside are like supernatural craftsmanship.

work.

It adopts a pointed double-vaulted roof, wood carving veneer, sky blue painting, and is decorated with golden lily patterns. Through perfect classic lines and meticulous detail processing, it brings endless comfort and romance to guests.

Happy House is a place where you can eat, drink and have fun, including elegant dramas and operas, as well as passionate physical pleasures. It only receives dignitaries, politicians and wealthy businessmen. Ordinary people may have never heard of Happy House.

In a private room in the Happy Building, the two-year-old young man felt very uncomfortable drinking tea and dancing.

The women in Happy House are all the best among the best. They are extremely beautiful, and their beauty and fragrance are heavenly. After the dance, the singer waved her sleeves and stepped back.

"Brother Zhang Liang, do you really want to leave Dadu?"

"The new world is full of dangers. With your martial arts skills, it may be difficult to survive..."

The rugged young man with a long beard advised.

"I have made up my mind, Brother Qin Hui, there is no need to persuade me anymore."

The handsome young man with long hair took a sip of wine and said firmly.

"With Brother Zhang Liang's talents, why worry about not being able to find a place to live in Dadu."

"Brother Zhang Liang, if you are willing, I can introduce you to the Chen family."

"Chen Xinguo is not the master of the Ming Dynasty..."

Zhang Liang shook his head, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

This Chen Xinguo is scheming and ungrateful. He is no different from Ji Wu Ming. He is just before the end of the world. There are many people in the new world, so he may not live long.

Dadu has a population of tens of millions, and this number continues to increase due to the advent of fantasy. What is this concept? Dadu alone has a population greater than the combined population of the six countries during the Warring States Period!

On the surface, Dadu is jointly governed by eight major families, but in reality it is a mixed bag of good and bad, with an unstable foundation. In addition, the resources and wealth of Dadu are concentrated in the hands of a very small number of people. The upper class is prosperous and prosperous, while the lower class is filled with mourning. This kind of Dadu is incompatible with the Confucianism accepted by Zhang Liang.

Extremely inconsistent.

"No need to persuade me anymore."

Zhang Liang handed over his hand and said goodbye to Qin Hui. Qin Hui was a person who tended to follow people's influence and was unscrupulous. He was just a casual acquaintance.

"Let's go, Tianming!"

After going downstairs, Zhang Liang took an eccentric boy with him and prepared to leave.

"Where to go."

"There is a great city in the north, formerly Fengtian and now Qinglong. Its people are martial and everyone is equal."

"Is it far?"

"Very far away... very far away..."

"Then don't go...there is food and drink here, why go so far..."

"Your uncle is there too!"

"Okay, let's go now!!!"

When Tianming heard that Gai Nie was in Qinglong City, he packed his luggage and left happily.

"Should I call Shaoyu up..."

In this way, Zhang Liang and Jing Tianming embarked on the road to find Qinglong City. This road was a fighting road full of thorns and bumps...