C40 The Year 1937 When I Slipped away from You

Ling Yan did not return to Fang Hui's house while riding on his flying sword. Instead, he performed in the air with the Imperial Sword Technique, going from one moment to the next, and then to the next. After half an hour, when the sky was starting to brighten, he felt more or less familiar with the inertia and tricks behind the Imperial Sword Technique.

Although Ling Yan didn't know what level his current cultivation base was at, he had an intuition that his cultivation base should be higher than his current cultivation level. Ling Yan didn't know his current cultivation level, but he had a feeling that his cultivation level should be higher than his current cultivation level. Just like flying, he was now able to move freely in the air without relying on external forces.

He went back to Fang Hui's room and waved his hand to remove the restriction on the crystal. Little Treasure stuck his head out and mumbled, "Big brother, Little Treasure wants crystals!"

Ling Yan chuckled and said, "Big brother will give you a piece of high-grade crystal right now, but remember, it's good enough to absorb the proper amount of spiritual energy. If you find that the spiritual energy in your body is saturated, you must stop absorbing it, understand?"

Ling Yan could tell that Xiaobao had changed a lot in the past two days. Not only had Xiaobao grown in size, but the state of his body had also become more stable. It seemed that the crystals had a great effect on Xiaobao. Little Treasure and Ling Yan's hearts were one, so he could understand what Ling Yan meant by that. He nodded and replied, "Mhmm."

Ling Yan took care of his surroundings, but still gave him a smaller piece of crystal. Little Treasure grinned as he received the crystal and tucked it back into his blanket. After which, he became still.

Ling Yan turned on his computer and logged on to his QQ. This time, he didn't write his diary to practice typing, but rather clicked "Find" to add him as a friend. The targets he chose were all male netizens between 30 and 50 years of age. Ling Yan didn't know that there was such a place as a library in this world. In the dictionary, he had read the words' library 'and roughly understood their meaning. However, since he had never personally witnessed or entered the library, he couldn't recall the actual use of the library.

Ling Yan only had one question: "Can you tell me the history of China since ancient times?" After asking 4-5 questions consecutively, those netizens either gave him a series of question marks or directly refused to reply, or retorted, "You don't know how to search on Baidu?" Of course, most of the men on the internet were either trying to seduce a girl or to hunt down the little red apricots that were accidentally hung on the wall. Who would have the patience to chat with a guy they were meeting for the first time? Ling Yan frowned and called out, "Fang Hui!"

"Sigh, they're here." Fang Hui was preparing to bring Xiaobao out when Ling Yan called for her. He walked in and asked, "What's the matter?"

"What is Baidu Search?" "Oh!" Fang Hui smiled and went in front of the computer to help him open the "Web Site Collection" and teach him how to use the search engine. Then he patted Ling Yan on the shoulder and said, "I'm taking Xiaobao to buy some vegetables." He turned around and left.

Ling Yan typed in the word "history" in the search engine, pressed the "enter back into the car" button, and chose one. He clicked it open — Ling Yan read very carefully, the thousand years that had slipped away from his side had made his understanding of the history of the past thousand years go blank, and now, if he wanted to gain any understanding or make up for it, he could only read history through information.

As time passed, Ling Yan's face also gradually became unsightly. This "Historical Records", which had been elaborated in detail since ancient times, not only gave Ling Yan a general understanding of his own birth date, which was before the Northern Song Dynasty, but also gave him a profound understanding of the millennium history since the Northern Song Dynasty.

Ling Yan read about the history before the Qing Dynasty with a frown on his face and a surprise on his face. He knew that if there were people who did not want war, they would not be able to avoid a change in dynasties. The consequences of a change in dynasties were the transformation and reform of the famous dynasties. Even though Ling Yan could understand it, he wasn't too deep into it.

What made Ling Yan's face unsightly was the series of treaties that had appeared after the invasion of China in the late nineteenth century: the Beijing Treaty signed by the British and French Allied Army after burning the Yuanming Garden, the Treaty of Inscription that Russia had forced China to sign in order to cede more than 1.4 million square kilometers of territory in the north-east and north-west of China, the Ma Kuan Treaty signed with it after the defeat of the afternoon war to Japan, and the Singhou Treaty that had been signed with other countries.

This series of treaties had bullied the Manchu dynasty and caused unprecedented humiliation and sorrow to the Chinese people. In particular, the so-called Treaty of Marguen not only "compensated" Japan with 200 million taels of silver, but also ceded the Liaodong Peninsula, Penghu Islands and Taiwan to this greedy and shameless country.

The succession of dynasties and frequent wars caused the citizens to suffer, that was an internal matter of the country. This could be attributed to the imperfect policies of the current dynasty, but what did it mean to have been invaded by another country, entering the territory of the country, wantonly burning and looting the land? Not only was countless gold, silver, and antiques stolen, but one had to have been forced to cut off the map of the river and mountains that had been beaten down by the ancestors of China, Ge Rong Ma? This was not so much the incompetence and cowardice of the Manchu dynasty, but the numbness and cowardice of the nation as a whole.

Although Li Hongzhang and other ministers had served the country and tried to turn the tide, there were very few groups of people who were righteous. Compared to China's population of more than 800 million at that time, it was basically negligible.

In 1937, the year of China's national calamity, which was also the year of China's humiliation, the Nanjing Massacre took place in that year. The policy of "three lights" carried out by the Japanese army in Nanjing engulfed the entire outskirts of Nanjing, incinerating, robbing, and committing all sorts of crimes.

There were countless beastmen. In just six or seven days, the number of Chinese soldiers and civilians who died in the inhumane slaughter by the Japanese army was almost four hundred thousand. Among them, the number of women who were forced to be insulted was more than twenty thousand. While the Chinese nation was suffering from the bloodshed, the treasures of Chinese culture were also looted. The total number of books and literature stolen was 880,000, which was even higher than the 850,000 books in the Imperial Library of Tokyo, the largest library in Japan.

Ling Yan dumbfoundedly stared at the lines of shocking data on the screen. His voice was filled with information, telling him that everything recorded was not a fabrication by someone, but a true disaster that had once occurred to the citizens of his country.

At this moment, Ling Yan's heart was filled with hatred, helplessness, and doubt. He hated the impotence of the Manchu government, as well as Tzu Hsi's overbearing interference in the decision of Emperor Guangyao; he was helpless as well as being powerless like mortals during his long seclusion. However, after stepping into the cultivation world, he possessed an extraordinary ability.

Ling Yan was confident that with his current cultivation base, he could handle most of the Japanese invaders into China. It might be difficult to wipe them all out, but it shouldn't be a problem.

The times had changed, and several decades had passed. The secret relationship between China and Japan was unknown, yet the open relationship had already become friendly. How many of China's citizens would agree to such a friendly relationship? With the passing of time, buried in the hearts of the countrymen was the shameful discussion that was trampled by others in the past? All the beasts exposed by the Japanese invading army entering the gates of China were shocking, and no one in the country was unaware. Even if those junior and junior sisters were hiding deep in the mountains to cultivate, how could they not have heard about it? Even if they were all like him and were in closed door cultivation at that time, what was the big group of disciples doing?

In 1973, when the Japanese army wantonly abused the people in Nanjing, if there were a few cultivators in the Chinese resistance army, the situation would completely change. Even if the cultivators who participated in the battle were only in the Building Foundation Stage, because the cultivators who entered the Building Foundation Stage were able to vaguely feel the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, even though they could still be considered to be Connate realm cultivators, if they participated in the war, their destructive power would still be considerable. Last night, he met Bu Haoqi, who was in the middle stage of the Spirit Realm. Why?

Ling Yan turned off the computer, went to the living room, and sat down on the sofa. His heart felt a little heavy as he quietly thought about what he had seen and heard these past few days.

A stream of spiritual sense swept across Ling Yan's body, waking him up. Instinctively, he released his spiritual sense to investigate the source of the spiritual sense, and an influence appeared in his mind: In a small area in front of the residential area, there were all kinds of cars parked at some point, and not far from the cars, there were twenty to thirty people pointing at the residential building he was staying in, discussing about it. Ling Yan recognized that one of them was Bu Haoqi.

He stood up and walked over to the window so that Bu Haoqi could see him. The divine sense had scanned his body earlier, but he could tell that the person's cultivation level wasn't as high as his. Even if the divine sense had scanned the person, it meant that it hadn't found the target. Sure enough, the moment Ling Yan appeared at the window, those dozens of people stopped talking and looked over at the same time. As soon as Ling Yan appeared at the window, those dozens of people stopped talking and looked over at the same time. This made the passersby suspicious. Was there some mafia lord living in this residential building?

Ling Yan furrowed his brows as he used the Voice Transmission Technique to say, "Don't disturb the passersby. Come on up!" The dozens of people stood up and walked towards the entrance of the residential building.

After about a minute, there was a knock on the door. Ling Yan turned around and said, "Come in. The door is unlocked."