It was as if he had experienced all this himself, and then when he woke up again, he became Liu Che again!

This life was indeed a magnificent life, but it also took a turn for the worse. He resorted to militarism, especially in his later years when he fell into a coma, which resulted in the tragic death of his eldest son. After that, he spent the rest of his life in the twilight of mixed reputations.

Cao Cao in the Three Kingdoms had unrealized ambitions, Yang Guang in the Sui Dynasty was very happy with his achievements, Huang Chao in the Tang Dynasty, there were too many, until the grassroots Zhu Chongba in the end.

Begging for food and being a monk is almost the darkest time in life. Even Zi Shou felt sad and thought it would be better to die early. However, the following scenes overturned everything for him.

Founding emperor!

It started with a bowl and ended with a country! It completely overturned Zishou's understanding and made him widen his eyes.

When he woke up again in the dim darkness, Zi Shou suddenly opened his eyes. He held his sore head for a long time and looked at everything around him in shock.

"I'm back!"

"Come back? You're overthinking."

Under Zi Shou's expression of joy and excitement, suddenly the figure of National Master Qingyun appeared in his room. The other party looked at him jokingly, and he immediately knew that all this was the fault of the other party, but before he could say anything, he

, the opponent waved his sleeves and the surrounding space instantly changed.

"National Master, what are you going to do!" Zi Shou's eyes widened, and he really didn't understand what the other party wanted.

Qingyun, however, glared at him angrily, "I won't be able to deal with you easily."

There were bookcases everywhere, and there were almost endless books in sight. Qingyun pointed at everything in the space with a sneer and laughed: "There are five thousand bamboo slips here, which were recorded in ancient times after humans invented writing.

Everything includes the history of the human race from ancient times to the present, as well as the writings of human race sages from various periods, of course many of which you have never heard of."

"After reading them all carefully, and reading them carefully, this illusion will dissipate."

Now Zi Shou was still dizzy, but the figure of the other party disappeared in an instant, causing him to exclaim: "National Master! National Master! Damn it! Demonic Way! Aren't you afraid of the backlash of human race's luck!"

I don't know how much time passed under the crazy roar, and Zi Shou's figure in the illusion did not know when he fell into the ocean of knowledge.

But Qingyun who did all this rubbed his forehead tiredly, looked at Zishou who was still lying on the bed in his mansion, and sighed: "I have risked my life this time, don't be disappointed this time, the last human king.

You must be worthy of this title."

Once Zishou sits on the throne and is blessed by the luck of the Great Shang Dynasty, his method will not succeed. As for becoming a human king? Let alone him, even if the saint does it himself, he will be counterattacked by the luck of the human race.

Fortunately, the current human race is not in its heyday. After all, the three thousand heavens have divided up a lot of human races, and the human race's luck has also been divided a lot. Therefore, this human emperor is not even a little bit worse than in ancient times, but even so.

The saint doesn't want to cause trouble.

Looking at the frowning Zi Shou, Qingyun couldn't help but raise his head and look at Kunlun Mountain, Shouyang Mountain and the East China Sea with a teasing smile. This time he didn't believe it. Such a King Zhou could still lose to him in name.

Xiqi, he doesn’t believe that such a human emperor will not teach you three religions a lesson in the end.

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It’s time to get to the point of conferring the title of God. I ask for your support from fellow Taoists.
Chapter completed!