Acai's Sky

Chapter 941 The Wonderful Moment of Historical Collision

Wangyou City Lord's Mansion

The strange light in the hall poured down like a galaxy, interweaving into a mysterious light net in mid-air.

Ah Cai raised her jade hand lightly, and spiritual power surged out like a gurgling stream, condensing into a dazzling spiritual seal at her fingertips.

As the spiritual seal rotated, the souls of Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty and the twenty-four heroes of the Lingyan Pavilion slowly emerged from the depths of the void like green smoke pulled by invisible silk threads.

The smoky soul was vague and illusory at first, but with the nourishment of spiritual power, it gradually took on a clear outline.

The soul of Emperor Tang Li Shimin was the first to condense, the golden thread on the dragon robe was faintly visible in the dim light, and the bright yellow corners of the robe seemed to carry the majesty of the Daming Palace a thousand years ago.

He raised his head slightly, the imperial aura between his eyebrows and eyes was intertwined with the wisdom and courage accumulated over the years. His deep eyes gazed around, as if he was examining this unfamiliar time and space, and as if he was recalling the glory and turmoil of the Zhenguan era.

Immediately afterwards, the souls of the twenty-four Lingyan Pavilion heroes appeared one after another.

Tang general Li Jing was wearing silver-white armor, the armor plates reflected a cold light, and the heroic spirit between his brows seemed to be able to intimidate thousands of troops.

Tang Dynasty official Fang Xuanling was dressed in elegant official uniform, holding a scroll of bamboo slips, and his gentle eyes revealed the calmness of a strategist.

The Tang general Yuchi Gong opened his eyes wide with anger, and the two whips in his hands seemed to make a sound of breaking through the air, although they were invisible, showing his bravery.

The soul of each meritorious official carries a unique aura. They are either standing or sitting, with different postures. The style of past court meetings and battlefield battles are all reproduced at this moment.

What is surprising is that the soul of Ming Dynasty official Qi Jiguang is also among them.

His figure stands tall like a pine tree, his bronze face firm and steady. The cloud patterns embroidered on his battle robe sway gently in the wind. It's almost as if one can see him leading the Qi family army in the fight against Japanese pirates along the southeastern coast, fighting bloody battles with swords and spears. His eyes are resolute, revealing his loyalty to his country and his determination to protect it.

As spiritual power continued to be injected, the outline of the soul became clearer and clearer, and the originally illusory body gradually took on the texture of flesh and blood.

Their skin began to take on color, their hair moved slightly in the wind, and their robes took on real texture.

When the last trace of soul was perfectly integrated into the body, these heroes of literature and martial arts from different eras were finally reborn into the world in a complete form.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with incredible joy and the emotion of having experienced so much.

Li Shimin spoke first, his voice deep and powerful: "I never thought that I would be reunited with you, my dear ministers, and find myself in such a strange place."

Li Jing clasped his fists and saluted, saying loudly: "Your Majesty, this is a heaven-sent opportunity. No matter where you are, we are willing to follow Your Majesty!" Everyone echoed, and their voices echoed in the city lord's mansion.

After a short while of being indoctrinated by the system copy, they had already understood their current situation. Everyone knelt on one knee before Ah Cai and said, "Greetings, Master."

Ah Cai quickly helped them up and said, "Let General Bai and the others explain the situation in Wangyou City. You should get used to it first!"

After saying this, Ah Cai frowned, rummaging through her wide sleeves for a moment, then anxiously swiped through the spiritual power panel in front of her, muttering to herself, "Where are Jia Xu and Guo Jia? The summoning technique was supposed to be successful, so why are they nowhere to be found?"

Her eyes were full of confusion, and her fingertips kept tapping on the panel. Various spiritual symbols flashed, trying to find clues from this mysterious spiritual power network.

The heroes around were also attracted by Acai's actions and cast inquiring glances at her.

Qin General Bai Qi stroked the unbelted Zhuxie Sword at his waist, his brows furrowed into the shape of a "chuan" (a Chinese character for "river"). He sighed in a voice as resonant as a bell, "The counselors are all so proud and arrogant. How could they possibly come out of retirement without repeated requests?"

Before he finished speaking, the hem of his armor swayed slightly with his movement, causing a slight sound of metal clashes.

When Ah Cai heard this, her delicate facial features wrinkled up instantly and she curled her lips in a helpless smile.

She subconsciously tugged at the hem of her skirt, grumbling furiously in her mind, "This is just a dungeon world. Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? And these skills don't work very well!"

Those lively eyes were full of helplessness. He turned around muttering, but was shocked by the absurd scene in front of him and his eyes widened.

I saw a group of Qin and Ming generals standing in a circle, holding tablet computers, just like teachers in a modern classroom.

They looked excited, their fingertips sliding rapidly across the screen, sometimes gesturing with excitement, sometimes lowering their voices to act mysterious.

As for the people who were surrounded by Li Tang, some stretched their necks to get closer to the screen, while others leaned back slightly, their faces filled with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.

A Cai stood on tiptoe to look curiously, but found that the face of Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty was so dark that water could drip out of it, and the iconic imperial majesty was gone.

The twenty-four officials of the Lingyan Pavilion beside him all had different expressions: Tang minister Fang Xuanling pinched his beard with his hands, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably; Tang general Yuchi Gong turned his back, but his broad shoulders were trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress something; even the usually calm Tang general Li Jing glanced sideways at this moment and coughed twice to pretend to be calm.

At this moment, Qin general Wang Li crouched down and approached Acai stealthily.

He lowered his voice, a sly smile flashing in his eyes: "He must have seen the part about Wu Zetian's reign. It would be strange if Li Er's expression could be any better. How could the other civil and military officials laugh at their own emperor? They must be holding back their laughter!"

Just as he finished speaking, a muffled groan suddenly came from not far away. It was Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty. His face was ashen, and he stared at the tablet computer. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle. On the surface, Li Tang and his group maintained a dignified demeanor, but their wandering eyes and tense mouths revealed the turbulent waves in their hearts.

However, Generals Qin and Ming were completely unaware of this and continued to explain with great interest, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter. This sharp contrast filled the entire City Lord's Mansion with a strange and funny atmosphere.

Ah Cai looked at this absurd scene and couldn't help but sigh.

Who would have thought that these once-powerful historical figures would now perform such a wonderful "expression drama" in this small city lord's mansion because of a historical story spanning time and space.

She thought to herself that this copy world seemed to be much more interesting than she had imagined.

Just as Ah Cai's eyes swept over Li Tang and the others, she was pulled over by a sudden "thump" sound from the corner.

Ming general Qi Jiguang actually knelt heavily on one knee in front of Emperor Ming Zhu Di and several other Ming emperors. The muffled sound of his armor hitting the ground shocked the entire room into silence.

His strong knuckles tightly grasped the folds of his blood-stained battle robe, and the gaps between his fingers turned blue and white from excessive force, as if he wanted to rub all his unfulfilled loyalty and righteousness into this kneeling.

"Your Majesty! I have not been able to protect the Ming Dynasty in my lifetime..." Qi Jiguang's voice seemed to have been repeatedly polished by sandpaper, hoarse with a suppressed tremor.

When he raised his head, his cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and he seemed to be back in the bloody front line of the anti-Japanese war.

Those years burned by the flames of war, those territories that could not be defended, now turned into hot tears, rolling down the weather-beaten cheeks, leaving small water marks on the blue bricks.

Emperor Ming Zhu Di raised his hand to support himself, his Adam's apple rolled twice but he didn't say a word.

He looked at this minister who lived a hundred years later, with a complex light in his eyes, and his brows trembled unconsciously under the imperial crown.

Ming general Qi Jiguang, however, seemed oblivious to their reactions. He suddenly unfastened his sword from his waist and raised it above his head, his hands. The blade reflected his tense jaw. "I am willing to defend the Ming Dynasty with my remaining body! Even if I die on the battlefield, I will let the barbarians know the integrity of the Ming Dynasty!"

Before he finished speaking, his back was already straight, as if he was standing under the flag of Qi's army, ready to lead the charge at any time.

Looking at the scene where swords and tears intertwined, Ah Cai suddenly realized that in the eyes of these heroic souls who traveled through time and space, the so-called "copy world" was clearly a second life built with regrets and obsessions.