Four years later, Song Shenzong died in accordance with history.

As usual, he should be given a comment.

When did this convention come into being?

Oh, it doesn't matter!

He supported Wang Anshi's reform in the early stage, hoping to inject some breasts, coughs, active energy into the Song Dynasty. However, in his later years (it seems not too late to be too late), because the court had too much resistance and he did not have a firm determination, the reform failed in the end, and even was played by civil and military officials in the court.

Originally, the losses in the battle of Yongle City were only about 20,000 to 30,000.

But because he was determined to reform, the number became 380,000.

For a moment, the whole world of Song Dynasty was shocked.

Song Shenzong had to condemn peace, which led to the Western Xia side being confused. The Dali prince who had always admired the Song Dynasty, and had been confused for a while and doubted the world...

In general, he was beneficial to the Song Dynasty and to the world, but because of insufficient means, he failed.

All of this cannot be blamed on him, but part of the reason is that his dead ancestors are not easy to clean up because the mess they left behind.

…at the same time…

In the Taoist temple on the frontier, Lin Dong had a look of seeing a ghost.

Don't get me wrong, he was not because of Song Shenzong's death.

He can't feel sorry for a guy who wants to imprison him or make him an alchemist.

If this person was Qin Shihuang or Emperor Wu of Han, Lin Dong would have accepted it. Maybe if he had the opportunity to return to his previous life, he could still make a comeback.

For example, I have met Qin Shihuang and Emperor Wu of Han back then. One of them laid the foundation of China and the other broadened the meridians of China. They are all guys who brought benefits to China. It is not embarrassing to be imprisoned by them.

But the person who wanted to imprison him was Song Shenzong, who was not ruthless enough.

This made Lin Dong deeply ashamed, so he naturally would not care about his life or death.

"Prince, disciple, are you sure you have lost all your skills?"

Lin Dong was as frightened as if he was a ghost, staring at Duan Yu blankly and muttered in his heart: "How is this possible? Just practice martial arts, but in the end he lost all his martial arts? Isn't this martial arts at all?"

"Yes……"

Duan Yu raised his head with a wry smile, and lay weakly on the table and said, "Yu'er not only lost her power, but also felt that she could not lift up a trace of strength in her body, as if she had eaten countless Hehuan San."

"Who's the mother taught you Hehuan... Cough, the Heavenly Lord of Fusheng Wuliang, has sinned." Lin Dong squirted out a swear word and quickly changed his words: "Disciple, you really have eaten too much Hehuan Powder, right?"

“Master…”

Duan Yu raised his head weakly and looked at Lin Dong helplessly: "Hehuan San, you told me that this kind of thing can improve the strength that men want to improve the most, but then this person will fall into a long period of weakness, so he cannot eat it.

No matter how stupid Yu'er is, she will not take this kind of useless medicine."

What I said?

Have I said it?

Lin Dong slowly closed one eye and the other one widened. Then he quickly threw away many thoughts and said seriously: "Then don't practice this skill first, just find a way to restore your strength first."

"I can't practice even if I want to..."

Duan Yu muttered, collapsed on the table weakly, nodded silently and said yes.

…It was another half a year, and it was the third year that Qiao Feng succeeded as the leader of the Beggars’ Sect…

"Master, I think I feel a little more comfortable when reading some scriptures, but other methods are useless at all. Do you know why?"

Duan Yu, who was no longer like a snot, asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“…”

This question is good!

Because, I don’t know either!

Lin Dong cursed in his heart, and even the Heavenly Lord of Fusheng Wuliang did not read a word, shook his head and said, "Yu'er, your situation is really strange, and you can't understand it even if you are a teacher..."

Thinking of Duan Yu's appearance as if he was noodle before, he quickly added: "However, since reading scriptures can relieve it, then you can read more Taoist scriptures."

After all, if this disciple continues to be a noodle worm, Lin Dong will have to take care of him continuously.

For Lin Dong, who has late stages of lazy cancer, this is simply unbearable!

"In fact, reading Buddhist scriptures can also relieve the effect..."

Duan Yu did not dare to say this sentence. He hid these words deeply and silently picked up Taoist scriptures and left.

What Duan Yu didn't know was that if he had said this.

Perhaps, even Lin Dong, who is in a strange state because of his about to break through, can wake up immediately and will not be troubled by it.

Yes.

At this moment, Lin Dong's condition was also a little wrong.

In a few years, he had already broken through to the ninth level of Qi Refining and reached the realm of Great Perfection of Qi Refining in one fell swoop.

In terms of strength, he has indeed improved a lot. Even the five thunder fingers that could only cover one finger could cover the entire palm.

After his strength improved, he did not improve in all aspects. Instead, he fell to a large extent on the other hand.

This aspect is exactly the memory of Lin Dong's proud perfect mastery of the plot.

It's not that he has lost his memory.

After all, a plot like amnesia has lost its popularity eight hundred years ago, and everyone knows that it should not be with this kind of trend.

However, although he did not lose his memory, he could not get the degree of familiarity with the plot before.

For example, before, he forgot where he had seen the memories of the three major problems and the seven great masters, and the leader of the Beggars' Sect that Qiao Feng became. But at that time, as long as he thought deeply, similar memories and some explanations about this would appear immediately.

At that time, his mind seemed to be a high-power, low-energy-consuming, and extremely cost-effective computer.

Now, this "computer" seems to have signs of overload, which makes it unusable. It needs to improve the "CPU" and even add a "motherboard" to the "graphics card".

Lin Dong is very sure that after he has fully improved, he will immediately enter a new field and may be able to master the ability to surprise him even more.

Of course, if he cannot break through, he can only use the somewhat old "computer" he used to.

It is impossible to keep up with the times.

After all, in this era, even a brick machine is an existence that is against the will of heaven.

Therefore, ability will not be lost.

It mainly depends on whether he can cross this threshold.

Whether it will be a club... or ah, or going to work in the sea, it depends on this time.

But after failure, it will take him a long time to prepare.

Then, he can re-enter the current state, and then another breakthrough state.

...

It was precisely because of his wrong state that he failed to discover Duan Yu's problems in time, and it coincided with somewhere in this world.

As long as you think of it, you can basically understand what Duan Yu is like in an instant.

But Lin Dong is in a very wrong state now.

He needs to break through the realm in front of him to regain the mystery of the entire world.

As for... how long it takes to break through, this is a question that he himself doesn't know.

At the moment when something was wrong between the master and the apprentice, the outside world did not stop like this, and time was passing rapidly.

In a blink of an eye, several more years have passed.

"Jizi, are you here to deliver the letter again?"

On this day, Lin Dong recovered from meditation, walked slowly to the side of the chicken, slowly took off the letter hanging around its neck, and said in a daze: "Is the plot of the Tianlong World finally about to begin?"

A group of masters from the Beggars' Sect are about to go to Xixia.

This is what the letter is.

"Yu'er."

Lin Dong glanced at Duan Yu, who was still in a bad state, waved his hand and said, "It's time for you to go home."

"Ah? Master, don't drive me away!"

Duan Yu, who is only in his teens, was frightened when he heard that his master was about to drive him away: "I can cook, and I can do it very well..."

"It's not that, but you are going to go down the mountain and go through disasters now."

After calculating with his fingers, Lin Dong shook his head and said, "From the time point, the battle between the two factions of Wuliang Sword Lake is about to begin. You can go ahead and experience it."
Chapter completed!