Chapter 95 The Source of Civilization
Chang'an City.
This city is an ancient capital for thousands of years and one of the transit points connecting the Western Regions.
The railway ends here, and goods from the south and other places gather here, and are then transported to the Western Regions by cars, horses, and manpower.
The railway has specialized troop guards and a special railway police system.
Today, in front of the railway office.
"Delayed? Why postponed? Is the railway broken?"
"I'm planning to transport the goods to Zhengzhou. There will be a deduction for the delay. How many days will it be open to traffic?"
"It will open to traffic in two days. No other comment. If I say a few more words, no one will be allowed to use the railway in the future."
In front of the railway yamen, a group of merchants were talking about it. After the railway official said this with a cold face, everyone immediately fell silent and did not dare to say more.
Railways are a way to make money. Goods can be transported in large quantities, and funds can flow back quickly. Every time they come and go, they make a lot of money, and the business of merchants has expanded more than ten times.
In the past, a large store could support dozens of workers, but now even two to three hundred people are too embarrassed to go out, and some large businesses even have thousands or tens of thousands of people. Not letting them use the railway would cost them their lives.
The group had no choice but to leave.
When they left, they found that there were many more officers and soldiers nearby.
Martial law also began in the city, and the workshops that produced fireworks and firecrackers were strictly controlled, as were the knives.
Even the streets of Chang'an City have become cleaner.
"What's going on? Has the emperor come to inspect again?" the businessmen asked in shock.
"I guess so. I heard that several stations are being investigated step by step, and villages along the way have also received similar orders."
No one expected Xu Xuan to come out, after all, this kind of thing was too vague for them.
However, judging from the current security situation, this is emperor-level security.
After all, when ordinary high-ranking officials take up their posts, they only need police officers in the city and garrison protection. It is impossible for various places to unite. This requires the use of a whole set of systems.
"Don't touch this bad luck, and tell the people below not to offend the noble."
The news spread quickly, and before long, everyone in the city knew about it.
For a time, the security of the entire Chang'an City was excellent.
The train stopped motionless at the station. In the past few days, people from all walks of life have been investigating, including the city's defenders, policemen, and guards, and finally it was handed over to the disciples of the Baidi Sect for acceptance and guarding.
It is impossible to bribe a certain joint and then plant a bomb for assassination.
Emperor-level security requires multiple inspections and verifications by all parties. If you miss a link, you will be held accountable, and you have to start from scratch. Extreme situations rarely occur.
The carriage descended from Zhongnan Mountain and headed all the way to Chang'an.
Get on the special train and head to distant Zhongjing.
The interior of the train is luxuriously and elegantly decorated, with a light fragrance.
Xu Xuan held a transparent glass bottle. Inside the bottle was the Philosopher's Stone, which is a red powder called Red Black Sand in the Mirror World. It was originally sold to the outside world, but Xu Xuan later felt that it was a relatively core technology. So I stopped selling it. After all, butterfly larvae and mithril refining need this thing to catalyze it.
"The news is being sent to Guangdong via Feige. We are going there and the ship is almost ready."
"What kind of ship is it? Do you have an ironclad ship?"
"No, the small-scale test was successful. There are still many problems that need to be overcome before it can be scaled up."
"Okay." Xu Xuan took back the powder and closed his eyes to rest.
During this rare time of cultivating immortality, he was not in a hurry to practice, but instead looked at the scenery on the road.
It can be said that the land of China is changing with each passing day.
Xu Xuan was very satisfied with this. He had traveled through time for more than seventy years, and after more than fifty years of struggle, not only had his cultivation improved, but as a time traveler, he had also lived up to his country and his nation.
The train did not go to Zhongjing, but transferred via Zhengzhou and then headed to Guangdong.
Guangdong, port.
A huge wooden ship docked at the port, and people around the port gathered around to watch, exclaiming in amazement from time to time.
The main rail pole of the ship is 70 meters high, the length is 70 meters, the width is 17 meters, four decks, and 48 cannons. This is not the maximum load.
Not only others, but also Xu Xuan, who saw this ship for the first time, couldn't help but be amazed by it.
I have seen larger ships than this one, but this is the first time I have seen a wooden ship. There is a dragon head on the bow.
"This is Dachang's most powerful Tianzi No. 1 battleship. Its name is Shenzhou. It can carry up to 1,200 people and 110 cannons." Li Changsheng introduced Xu Xuan.
"The cost should be high, right?"
"The total cost should be 1.6 million, and more than 2,000 trees were cut down."
Everyone got on the boat while chatting.
For long-distance navigation, they would definitely not bring so many cannons, and the number of people would only be 600, to ensure that the ship could basically sail, and the remaining load would be used to load fresh water, vegetables, cans, etc.
"Dachang Donghai Bibo Hou Zhengsen pays homage to the Heavenly Master!" On the boat, a middle-aged man wearing white armor came forward to pay homage. This time, he personally commanded.
"Zheng Sen? Yes, he is really handsome." Xu Xuanduo looked at this person.
"The Heavenly Master is overly praised."
start sailing!
The big ship heads to the blue sea.
Xu Xuan looked at the gradually disappearing land, with a hard-to-understand feeling in his heart. He was temporarily away from the land, and in front of him was the mysterious America, an ancient civilization that seemed to be related to China.
If you look carefully, the way of cultivation should first appear in the Central Plains, and other places are more or less influenced by the Chinese, such as alchemy in the West, and corpse exorcism in the South and Lingnan areas.
The same should be true in America.
The ultimate source may come from the ancient phoenix.
This kind of phoenix may be an innate god, or a mythical beast that broke through the world.
No matter what, it died, and its flesh and blood brought spiritual energy and promoted the practice of this world. People began to defeat wild beasts and establish a great human civilization.
He was about to come into contact with the world's oldest secret.
This is something you cannot feel in other worlds. This is your own world.
As a Qi-training monk, he can mobilize countless resources, hundreds of millions of people worship him, and countless people are driven by him.
It would be impossible to change to another world.
The ships were resupplied in Luzon, and the king of Luzon was Xu Yong's twelfth son.
This is also the Changguo military base, and countless ships of cheap food are shipped out every year.
"My nephew meets the Heavenly Master!" King Xu Dechong of Luzon led all the civil and military officials to greet him at the port.
Seeing the young face he remembered from his childhood slowly walking down the deck, King Luzon's heart trembled. The fear in his heart was greater than the closeness, and there was also a hint of jealousy.
Why? Why can he live forever? And he could only watch his life passing by in vain.
"There is a banquet in the palace, can the Heavenly Master honor it?" King Luzon hid his emotions and asked respectfully.
Emotions are one thing, and the necessary respect should be there. Otherwise, one's throne will not be guaranteed. There is no need for any reason. As long as the Heavenly Master says, this person cannot be king of Lu Song, he will immediately fall into the mortal world.
"No need to bother, we will set off as soon as the supplies are finished."
Xu Xuan doesn't care what this person thinks. This is human nature. Except for those who are particularly close, everyone else basically thinks this way.
A mere title can cause flesh and blood to kill each other, let alone the eternal pursuit of mankind - immortality.
Not to mention this nephew, even his younger brother Xu Yong, with whom he had a tacit understanding, had never thought about the so-called immortality in his twilight years.
All in all, Xu Xuan ignored it and didn't care. Of course, if he took action, he would have to face the thunderous force.
This is something that must be endured to enjoy eternal life alone.
The ship set off again, and the King of Luzon watched his uncle leave without knowing what he was thinking.
The warship sailed smoothly on the sea. Zheng Sen had rich navigation experience and could accurately avoid wind and waves.
In the cabin, place a pile of silver ingots and mercury in front of the table. Then take out the pottery model, refine the silver with real fire, mix the mercury and pour it into the pottery model, sprinkle with Philosopher's Stone powder, and then crush it with real fire.
After a long time, pieces were made of mithril metal like fish scales with holes on them.
I probably put together two pieces of armor.
The next day, Xu Xuan came to the top deck and handed the two bags to Li Changsheng and Zheng Sen.
"What is this?" The two opened the bag and found a pile of shining armor pieces inside.
"Mythril armor is invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire."
The two of them were quite fond of each other.
Xu Xuan stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the vast sea, with the two of them standing beside him.
"I remember that Java is near Luzon?" Xu Xuan suddenly remembered something.
"Yes, in addition to Java, there are many small countries. We call it the Thousand Islands area. There are many European barbarians entrenched in it. Our next step is to conquer this place."
The battleships are getting closer and closer to America.
North America, the area called New Rome by Europeans, is home to a large number of Britons and a small number of people from other countries, who are united by the Holy See.
A banquet was being held in the castle, and the nobles and priests were chatting happily. The pope was a vigorous middle-aged man with ambition in his eyes, which was completely different from the old man in the past.
His subordinates reported to him: "Most of the Chinese people were killed by us, and the most important person is missing."
"The people from the Inquisition didn't force a confession?" the Pope wondered. With the methods of this group of people, they didn't force a confession. It's really rare. The Inquisition's methods are known to soften even steel.
"No, they have firm beliefs and will never obey until they die. They didn't say anything until they died."
"It's a pity..." The Pope put down the cup hard, feeling unhappy and cursed, "A bunch of scum who believe in the devil. If you catch an Easterner in the future, you don't need to interrogate them. They can just kill them and feed them to dogs."