Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"When Emperor Qin Shi Huang learned that the Qin Dynasty would end in the second generation, he immediately executed Zhao Gao..."

"When Li Bai learned that the Tang Dynasty was about to fall into the An-Shi Rebellion, he summoned Emperor Xuanzong and personally advised him to face reality and stop indulging in pleasure..."

"Later, three Ming Dynasty emperors came. Oh, you may not know this, but the Ming Dynasty was established 140 years after you. All three brought back many things..."

Qiu Chuji was so engrossed in listening to Su Jiahe's miraculous experiences that he even forgot to watch the drama.

"It's a pity that I'm just a Taoist priest. I can't change the world like an emperor. Miss Su, do I disappoint you as your guest?"

"No, no." Su Jiahe immediately waved his hand.

Although Su Jiahe knew that Qiu Chuji was born in a war-torn era and that Mongolia would swallow up the entire China in a few decades, she never expected Qiu Chuji to change all this.

"Miss Su, you just said that it was one hundred and forty years later that the Ming Dynasty expelled the Tartars and restored China. Does that mean that during these one hundred and forty years, the people were trampled by barbarians?" Qiu Chuji's eyes were full of worry.

"Master Qiu, don't overthink it. You're a man in your seventies, yet you've traveled thousands of miles to persuade Genghis Khan. You've already done your best. I've always believed that everyone should do their job and shouldn't be expected to shoulder the brunt of the world."

"Just as I left the unfortunate Daji behind, allowing her to live a carefree life, rather than forcing myself to go back and save the Shang Dynasty. Heaven's laws are unchangeable; they do not exist for the sake of Yao, nor for the sake of Jie. China, having weathered countless hardships and wars, has also come to this day and been reborn."

After hearing Su Jiahe's remarks, Qiu Chuji was stunned.

"So Miss Su's goal isn't to have everyone go back and rewrite history?"

"Of course not. I'm already quite content to take this opportunity to meet and chat with the sages mentioned in history books. However, if Taoist Qiu needs anything or wants to do something after returning, I will do my best to help him."

"It's rare that Miss Su has such an open-minded heart," Qiu Chuji nodded slightly. "I'm already in my twilight years and don't aspire to achieve anything great. But could you give me some of the crops and books that Miss Su mentioned?"

"Okay, that's easy. We'll have everything ready tomorrow."

Although Qiu Chuji hadn't spoken before, Su Jiahe had already placed an order on Taobao. After all, a time traveler gift pack was a standard for every ancient tourist.

"Thank you very much, Miss Su."

Qiu Chuji's gaze returned to the projection, but the TV series had already passed two episodes.

"Hey, why is there a beautiful girl next to Guo Jing?" Qiu Chuji found that the plot was disconnected.

"I'll go back and you can read it from the beginning."

After two days of hard work, Qiu Chuji finished reading the entire series of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in one go.

"It is indeed a good story, very moving! The author is so talented!" Qiu Chuji praised it highly and was still not satisfied.

"Master Qiu, although you won't have a mobile phone or TV when you get back, you can still read." Su Jiahe brought a thick stack of books. "These are all works by this author, 'The Return of the Condor Heroes', 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber', and 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'..."

"Miss Su, you are so thoughtful." Qiu Chuji happily put the novel into the box.

The next morning, Qiu Chuji changed into a Taoist robe, carried a long sword at his waist, and said goodbye to Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing.

"Miss Su, our acquaintance is fate. I will never forget your kindness."

"Master Qiu, you're welcome. The mountains are high and the road is long. Please take care."

【ding dong】

[Congratulations to the host for completing this reception mission. You will be rewarded with a teleportation card.]

[Reward: One Summoning Card]

[Reward: One Permanent Residence Card]

[System prompt: There are still fifteen minutes before the tourists leave. Please prepare yourself, host and tourists.]

"System, let's discuss something. Can you give me more summoning cards and fewer permanent residence cards? I'm running low on permanent residence cards, and I don't have enough summoning cards."

[Sorry, rewards cannot be changed unless there are special circumstances]

[Besides, how do you know you won’t need your permanent residence card in the future?]

"Ok."

Su Jiahe gave the transmission card to Qiu Chuji and told him not to lose it so that he could write back to her in the future.

"Okay, after I convince Genghis Khan and return to Shandong, I will definitely send a letter to Miss Su."

Fifteen minutes later, Qiu Chuji disappeared from the living room and returned to the carriage heading to Mongolia.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently, startling the horse and neighing. Fortunately, the disciple driving the carriage was quick-witted and pulled the reins in time.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Chuji immediately lifted the curtain to check the situation.

"Master, the mountain road here is too dangerous. Cars can't pass through. We may have to walk again." said the disciple.

"Let's walk. Let's send the carriage to the nearby post station first." Qiu Chuji got off the carriage, but found that there were several different boxes in the luggage pulled behind the carriage.

"Could it be that I wasn't dreaming just now, and everything in the future is real?" Qiu Chuji murmured to himself.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

"Hurry up and move these boxes down and open them."

Several disciples opened the box and found that it contained things sent by Su Jiahe.

"Master, what are these? I don't remember us bringing these."

"God has shown His mercy. These are all treasures bestowed upon us." Qiu Chuji bent down and stroked the bags of seeds and the books, his hands shaking with excitement.

"Hide it well, absolutely hide it well, especially after you arrive in Mongolia. Don't let outsiders know about it."

The group carried their luggage and continued their arduous journey over the mountains and across the ridges, heading north...

Two days later, Su Jiahe received an antique little box. Inside the box was a green silk bag with a letter on it.

【Miss Su Huijian】

My master, already old, caught a cold and passed away three months ago. Before his death, he asked his disciples to write to you to express their concern for him.

After leaving Mongolia, our Master traveled extensively with his disciples, teaching various trades, promoting agriculture, and saving the people from famine. He was praised by the world.

Today, the world is in turmoil and suffering is widespread. We, the Quanzhen disciples, vow to carry on our master's legacy and bring benefit to all.

[To express our gratitude, the Quanzhen disciples have made a talisman to be posted indoors. It can ward off evil spirits and accumulate merit. Please accept it.]

[We've been apart for a hundred years, and we've never met, but we've heard of your great reputation. I wish you good health, happiness, and peace.]

[Also, although I am dull, I have maintained my integrity and strictly followed the rules of the sect. I have never molested the Dragon Girl. Please let future generations know.]

[Quanzhen disciple Yin Zhiping bows his head]

Su Jiahe opened the silk bag and took out the yellow talisman. It was covered with an extremely complex pattern painted in cinnabar and a few unfamiliar characters.

"Never mind. It's a thoughtful gesture from someone else." Su Jiahe carefully placed the talisman in front of his desk and walked out of the room.

"Qingqing, there's a new shop nearby. I'll take you there to try it."

As the two of them walked out of the courtyard gate, they heard a muffled sound behind them. Su Jiahe turned around and found that a thick branch from the sycamore tree outside the courtyard wall had suddenly broken off and fallen into the yard.

If he and He Shuangqing had been a few seconds slower, they would have been hit.

"Oh my god, is this the Yellow Talisman manifesting?"