In 1620, a man died and a ship was sailed, and the world's structure changed invisibly.

The Wanli Emperor Ming Shenzong passed away, and the Ming Dynasty's vigor could only be counted on one hand.

The "Mayflower" sets sail, and its destination is North America.

Even Mo Tie, who was far away in Jurchen, heard about the major events that happened in the court - two emperors died in succession within two months.

Emperor Taichang who succeeded to the throne simply sought his own death and died suddenly by taking elixir.

This caused Nurhachi to be ready to move again, and his army was already mobilizing again.

With the great victory in Liaodong last year, Nurhachi completely changed the active and passive relationship between Ming and Jin. Taking advantage of the chaotic period of the death of the second emperor this year, he once again developed a fighting spirit and attempted to break through Shanhaiguan in one fell swoop.

It was under such circumstances that Mo Tie discovered his food collection order.

It is expected that Nurhachi will be able to organize another war early next year.

Alas, troubled times.

"Old Mo, I have a question I want to ask you?" Xiaotie suddenly spoke on the way.

"What?" During the year Mo Tie wandered in the North, he mainly relied on chatting with Xiao Tie to relieve boredom, but it seemed to be different today.

"This world is not the earth, and this Ming Dynasty is not the Ming Dynasty in history. Why do you want to help so wholeheartedly?"

Mo Tie laughed and said: "You don't think that my Holy Mother's heart is overflowing and I want to save history alone."

Xiaotie breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, okay, I thought you really wanted to turn the tide?"

Mo Tie said funnyly: "You don't want me to do more for China."

"It doesn't matter to me, as long as you don't forget your goal."

"I can't forget, let's go home."

After saying these words, Mo Tie felt a little sad. He didn't even have his own place to live in the world of Xiuchundao. He was constantly running around, so he missed his home on earth more and more.

Those bright fluorescent lamps, as well as the dad sleeping with the TV on on the sofa under the lamp, the mom washing dishes in the kitchen, the girlfriend seriously preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination in the self-study classroom...

Taking a deep breath, Mo Tie said: "Don't worry, I have always had a clear goal, but you, I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me. It was obviously your incompetence that caused me to stay here for ten years. Why mention this?"

Doesn’t your conscience hurt?”

"Ahem, there's a system failure, I'll take care of it." Xiaotie slipped away.

So what's your size?

Mo Tie continued on his way.

In fact, when it comes down to it, it is not that he is not tilted.

This world is an ancient world without high technology. Unlike the previous Jurassic and Guardians of the Galaxy, personal force is still very useful. With enough time, he must make good use of it and hone himself here.

Use the power of this physical body to the maximum extent.

Killing is undoubtedly the most practical way to exercise. On this basis, of course he chose to kill more people of other ethnic groups. This is a tilt towards the Ming Dynasty.

Unfortunately, Nurhaci's army had not yet assembled and their troops had not moved. Mo Tie could not find the target for a while, so he had to massacre a few more villages to collect the quantity before returning to the Ming Dynasty.

This year, interested people have long been paying attention to Mo Tie's movements. From the moment he started, people have been following him to investigate.

Therefore, the truly powerful sects in the martial arts world are waiting for him to return from the North. By then, the situation in the world will change.

Whoever gets Motie gets an army.

Half a month later, Mo Tie returned to the capital, and many sects' reports became urgently active, and they began to arrange various matters.

Entering Shen's Mansion, Mo Tie did not see Shen Lian and his father, but instead saw a stranger sitting and drinking tea in the lobby.

"Mo Shaoxia, it's been a hard journey, please sit down."

The man stood up kindly and said with a smile on his face.

Mo Tie was not polite at all. He threw the package in his hand directly onto the chair beside him, turned around and sat down. He also picked up a cup of tea on the table and drank it.

"Tell me, which sect are you from?" Mo Tie knew that he was being followed all the time. He grabbed two of them at random, asked the names of several of them, and then stopped caring.

I just didn't expect that the sect this guy represented was so powerful that he could wait for me directly in the Shen Mansion.

"My descendant is Bai Lan, who has been entrusted by Brother Xiyi to welcome Mo Shaoxia."

Who is Bai Lan? Mo Tie thought for a while before realizing. Isn't he the Bai Xiaosheng who compiled a series of lists such as Who's Who in the Jianghu?

"Is Mr. Bai's kung fu good?" Mo Tie asked curiously.

"Why did Mo Shaoxia say this?"

"Didn't you make a who's who of martial arts? If you're not good at martial arts, how do you know who is more powerful?"

Bai Lan laughed and said gently: "I don't know Kung Fu. As for which one of them is more powerful, that's why I came to you. This year's martial arts tea party is about to begin, and I hope Mo Shaoxia can also participate."

Wulin tea party, what the hell is that?

"By the way, last winter, as soon as you left Hangzhou, Mo Shaoxia, you went to Liaodong. You missed the martial arts tea party in the twelfth lunar month. You may not know much about it. Let me explain it to you." Bai Lan saw it. Mo Tie was confused and took the initiative to speak.

It turns out that the annual Who's Who list and other lists are decided at martial arts tea parties, and the method is martial arts competition.

I asked how the list of celebrities in the world of martial arts is usually updated. Many Jianghu people like Gao Junhou die every year. If the list of celebrities remains unchanged for twenty years, almost half of them will be dead. Mo Tie thought.

"Then you want me to be the number one master in the world?" Mo Tie asked.

"Hangzhou inspection inspector Li Zhiyi assured me that Mo Shaoxia is undoubtedly the best in the world. He also said that if I don't rank you first, then the Who's Who I created will be a piece of shit." Bai Lan explained with a smile. .

"Li Zhiyi?" Mo Tie said awkwardly, "It seems that I am still his suspect, right?"

Bai Lan shook his head and said: "The case has been closed a long time ago. The matter of arranging gangs is classified as a vendetta, and the court has nothing to do with it."

Mo Tiecuo said in astonishment: "You don't care about the feud between Jianghu and Jianghu?"

Bai Lan said with a smile: "We can't control it this time. We can't find the murderer. Do you really want Li Zhiyi to report to the emperor today that the murderer killed five thousand people by himself? There has been no such thing since ancient times."

Understand, it is not that there is no murderer, but that there cannot be a murderer.

If the imperial court decides that Mo Tie kills five thousand members of the Pai Gang alone, then the people will simply wonder if the officials handling the case have read too many words and have some flaws in their brains.

But I couldn't find another gang to take the blame. Small gangs don't have the strength, and no big gang is willing to bear the stigma for nothing.

So in the end I had to hastily close the case and deal with the matter.

"Then who should I compete with? Isn't the current number one master Sun Buer already living in seclusion?" Mo Tie asked, he was a little surprised. Sun Buer has been living in seclusion for so many years, why is his name still listed in the Who's Who? First, does Sun Buer appear once every year to assure Bai Lan that he is still alive?
Chapter completed!