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Chapter 1238 Time gallops like a wild donkey
The things between men and women aren't as wonderful as otaku fantasize about.

It's too physically demanding.

Even if you have enough physical strength, it's easy to consume other things.

On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, Wang Yunxiao and Li Mumu still hadn't recovered from their exhaustion.

I dug a pit in a shady spot on Xiquan Mountain and buried some scrap wood there.

I went shopping in the afternoon and bought a new bed.

What do you think is the meaning of life?

Since no one was cooking dinner, I found a Western restaurant that sold hamburgers and cola and just grabbed a quick bite to fill my stomach.

Entering a state of enlightenment, Li Mumu, holding fries dipped in ketchup, began studying philosophy.

No wonder she felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

All the original plans were disrupted.

Li Mumu originally thought that the signal flag would be activated when the great tide came, but she didn't expect that the signal flag was activated first, which led to her time travel.

Thinking about it now, it actually makes a lot of sense. You're already treated like a beast of burden, what right do you have to take annual leave? They'll inevitably squeeze every last drop of value out of you, and then kick you aside to fend for yourself.

As for what will happen after the signal flags are activated on the first day of April, no one knows.

Wang Yunxiao's situation is also more complicated than originally expected.

He previously thought he could survive the Great Tide because he had cultivated the Fubing technique and because of his cheat-like ability... To be honest, Wang Yunxiao didn't really want to admit that he had this.

Its resistance to the tides of time and space, acting as an "anchor," has reached a level almost equivalent to that of resistance in an electrical circuit.

Even when Xu Ziwei was chasing the Creator, he was kicked out of the Imperial Guard formation because the President's frame rate was affected by the high resistance of the Creator.

This is a good thing, but not entirely a good thing.

Wang Yunxiao has been pondering a question for the past two days.

If I were to play this character, I would only have A and D, and no W and S.

In other words, one can only travel through parallel worlds, but not through timelines.

When his predecessor and his brothers, including Youtiao Guozi, lost their parents in the war four years ago, who was the person Xiao Hulu saw?
Given Wang Yunxiao's intellectual level, this problem was still too complicated for him.

I lost a lot of hair because of my anxiety and inner turmoil.

It's definitely not because of physical weakness or anything like that, don't overthink it.

Lost in their own thoughts, the two ate their fast food listlessly, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

"What if I get swept away and can't get back?"

Li Mumu suddenly asked.

"I'll find another wife."

"you dare!"

I really want to kill him, but I can't beat him.

Li Mumu clenched her fist and gestured towards Wang Yunxiao's head.

"If I don't come back, you have to find me! Not some substitute from a past or future life, but Li Mumu herself!"

"Row!"

"If you don't come back..."

"I can come back."

I mean, hypothetically!

There are no "what ifs".

Wang Yunxiao calmly finished his hamburger, looked up at Li Mumu, and said, "I've always been lucky. I even managed to marry such a wonderful wife. How could I possibly not be able to find my way home?"

Hmph, a man's words are nothing but lies.

That bastard appears honest and simple on the surface, but he has a mouth that can deceive people to death.

Li Mumu raised the corners of her mouth and humbly accepted her husband's indirect praise.

"I'm afraid you'll be seduced by some other vixen, become so infatuated with her that you forget you even have a wife."

"No, I'll remember to come back and cook noodles for you."

"But then a question suddenly occurred to me."

Li Mumu stared at the leftover food in front of her, her brows furrowed: "Actually, I don't usually eat noodles."

Although they had agreed beforehand that if they were to travel through time again and not recognize each other, they would use eating noodles as a secret code.

But now that I think about it carefully, this code is actually not very reliable.

Because I'm not really someone who has a strong urge to eat noodles at a restaurant.

"You can start learning now."

Wang Yunxiao said seriously, "I'll go buy some noodles in a bit. Starting today, we'll eat noodles every night."

"What kind of status or wealth do we have? We live in a garden villa of several hundred square meters, yet we eat noodles every night. Is that reasonable?"

"You can poach two eggs."

"It's unreasonable to put two eggs in it!"

"Add another sausage."

"Are you fooling the devil?"

Wang Yunxiao really wanted to say, "That's right, fooling you is just fooling a ghost."

Neither of them had any ideas about married life. As Li Ya said, they hadn't thought about how they would live after getting married.

Shouldn't we just continue living our lives the way we always have?

And to be honest, from that day on, the two of them basically had no free time.

Wang Yunxiao had to go back to the mountains to work overtime. Although the Creator was beaten away, Xu Ziwei also paid a considerable price, which can be described as hurting the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of her own.

The star that had just been lit up transformed into a familiar shape for Wang Yunxiao after this battle.

This is essentially a subtle reminder to the higher-dimensional beings living within the great tides—Xu Ziwei is injured! Don't miss this golden opportunity!
Although given her low credit rating in the past, most people who have dealt with her don't quite believe this fact, there will always be some lurking villains who take this opportunity to invade the real world.

Take a chance and the bicycle will turn into a motorcycle.

The pressure on the front lines has increased dramatically.

From that day on, Wang Yunxiao entered a state of continuous overtime and all-night battles, fighting fiercely with a bunch of monsters and demons on the front lines, to the point that he almost forgot that he was a married man.

If it were just a simple head-on battle, that would be fine. The Fubing Method is fearless in direct combat. Even if you were the Heavenly King himself, you'd still get a couple of beatings before you had to go back.

But the enemy was very cunning. Seeing that a fierce attack was not working, they began to resort to tricks and schemes.

Countless malicious rumors, in ways that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, bypass the main battlefront and infiltrate the real world.

Since the Twelve Methods of Cultivation are based on cognition, then we should dismantle the cultivator's cognition.

Various malicious or even idiotic remarks began to emerge one after another.

"Xu Ziwei swallows young boys and girls alive every day!"

"The Qilin Army wants to sacrifice 100,000 civilians to cultivate evil magic!"

"The Secret Service abused its power, shielded and condoned wrongdoing, and harbored filth and evil!"

"The end is nigh! There are only three thousand tickets to the shelter, everyone else has to die!" "Instead of sitting and waiting to die, let loose now! If you don't kill others, they'll kill you!"

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Compared to the real world, the psychological pressure on the front lines is much greater.

Ravens always seem to fly overhead, spreading all sorts of spiritual pollution to the Imperial Guard network with extremely vicious language.

"Xu Ziwei has an illegitimate child who is ten years old this year."

"Li Hong secretly kept two concubines."

"The military funds for Yuzhou were embezzled and misappropriated by Mei Chengping."

“Cui Shu usually frequents brothels and has already contracted venereal disease.”

"Ten years ago, Zeng Yun strangled his childhood sweetheart in order to curry favor with the powerful."

"In his younger days, Wang Yunxiao robbed a wealthy family and wiped out the entire Qi family of eighteen..."

In short, there isn't a single good person among you. What right do you wicked scoundrels have to guard the country's borders?
Can you trust teammates like this?
Can you stay in a team like this?
You respect and love the President, but does the President love you? She only uses you as tools!

Smart people know that a high tide is inevitable, and your resistance is futile. Take this last chance and get home!
Such things... played on a loop 24 hours a day without interruption.

Even if we kill these ravens, it won't solve the problem. The mastermind is hiding in the Great Tide, and we can't find its true form without entering the Great Tide.

Over time, Wang Yunxiao's ears became calloused from all the talking.

He actually wanted to advise the other person that their thinking was correct, but they hadn't grasped the key point.

It has a kind of childish charm to think that the Imperial Guards can't afford pickled vegetables and tea eggs.

What's the point of always trying to achieve something tangible, like gold bars? That might actually have some effect.

Gold bars did exist, but they weren't given to the soldiers on the front lines.

On the other side, Li Mumu had only been married for two days and hadn't even had time to find a place for her honeymoon when Shen Xinshi grabbed her to perform surgery.

The secret service is once again facing a peak in injuries and illnesses.

With the distortion of time and space, various events of time travel and being traveled through time are occurring more and more frequently.

If they are just ordinary civilians, or even more vicious thugs, it doesn't really matter.

The real trouble is like Li Lingling's, where problems that had already been solved resurfaced from the garbage heap due to time and space anomalies, continuing to disgust people.

On the second day of the second lunar month, an unprecedented crisis broke out within the Secret Service.

Lian Luo, the head of the communications department, disappeared, and in her place appeared a woman who looked exactly like her, but who had not followed the right path.

The woman detonated a super-powerful bomb inside the intelligence agency's office building, blowing the agency to the ground and causing countless casualties.

Of course, to be fair, this isn't the first time the Secret Service building has been bombed.

The last time Bai Shanhu escaped from prison, she blew it up.

At least there is an emergency plan.

On February 15th, the Yellow Springs Uprising.

The Netherworld Yellow Spring, which had previously encountered problems and was repaired by the Red Lantern Society's elders in red robes, has burst again for some unknown reason... It sounds like a sewer pipe, but in reality, there's not much difference.

The waters of the underworld flow into the mortal world, the red spider lilies bloom all over the streets, and countless spirits of the dead rise from their coffins.

Gunfire erupted in Tianmen City for three whole days.

On February 25, the Frankish Imperial fleet advanced toward the South China Sea.

Actually, this happened back in January, but it took quite a while for the news to reach the north.

Due to the shift in the timeline, the Frankish Empire, which has now unified most of Europe, is extremely arrogant. Even though it failed to gain any advantage in the war four years ago, it still harbors treacherous intentions and comes back to provoke others.

The reasons behind this are, of course, quite complex.

There was tacit encouragement from the Americans, as well as issues related to religious beliefs. Economic, political, and other factors also played a role.

It's not as simple as just wanting to fight, but in the minds of ordinary people, that's the only level they can understand it as "wanting to fight".

Rumors circulated that the President's blood pressure spiked from anger, and he had to take medication daily to stay alert.

Rumors are rumors, but whether they are true or false, everyone can empathize with them.

This is like when you've just given birth and are busy breastfeeding, doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning, feeling like you have eight hands, you turn around and see your husband lying on the sofa playing King of Glory.

Can we reschedule?

The people of the Hairy Country said, "No."

It's just a big tide, nothing serious. People die, so what if a million die?

This is called the advantage of low human rights.

Xu Ziwei summoned the Frankish envoy in Beijing and presented a letter of credence to the Frankish emperor.

The entire article, totaling three thousand words, can be summarized in one sentence: "Don't push your luck!"

Frank's message was also very clear—if they ceded the New World, then they could talk.

Talk about your mother!

On the first day of the third lunar month, Xu Ziwei inspected the northern naval base and reviewed the fleet in service.

For this inspection, all the squadrons from the northern ports were present, including the destroyers that were still in the factories and had not yet completed their outfitting.

Looking out, the entire outer sea of ​​Tanggu Port is almost filled with steel ships, stretching as far as the eye can see, with coal smoke billowing from the chimneys, obscuring the sky.

Wang Yunxiao, who had returned to the Naval Academy to continue his studies, and other cadets formed a square formation and stood on the dock to be reviewed.

The sea surface is filled with familiar, large creatures.

Dingyuan, Zhenyuan, Xuyang, Feilang, Xuefeng...

Ok?
It seems like something with a slightly different art style has been mixed in!

Didn't you go home?
Wang Yunxiao clearly remembered that when the Yukikaze was engaged in a fierce battle with its own ship of the same name, it broke away from the squadron and later disappeared without a trace.

Then the compass activated, and the snake path was cut off...

So you're stuck here now?
Well, anyway, it's better than getting lost.

Xu Ziwei attended the event in full regalia, wearing a majestic marshal's cloak, riding a tall horse, and leading the Frankish minister slowly past the reviewing party.

"Sir, do you think our army is strong?"

Such a blunt question made the smile on the Frankish ambassador's face stiffen considerably.

But no matter what, they are diplomats, and even if they are cursing in their hearts, they still have to put on a good show on the surface.

"Your country's naval fleet is indeed strong, but the South China Sea is thousands of miles away. Madam President, do you still have the energy to worry about those insignificant little problems beyond the distant borders?"

Xu Ziwei laughed loudly.

"Not an inch of the empire's land or sea is superfluous, and even the most remote frontier is still a frontier, sacred and inviolable! If you think I am too busy to attend to other matters right now, you are mistaken!"

Before the words were even finished, the sky darkened, and daylight instantly turned into night.

The Frankish envoy looked up in alarm and saw a large star rising slowly from the horizon.

The star named "Bi Su" once again illuminated the star map in the void.

Even those who have no knowledge of the Twelve Methods of Cultivation and the Star Chart Project can sense at this moment that the second pillar of the Far Eastern Ming Empire is slowly being erected.

(End of this chapter)