My personal opinion on Gensokyo

My personal opinion on Gensokyo

Author: Shionji Yuko

Introduction:

The mighty yin and yang, the sun rises in the east; follow your virtue of fire, be righteous with your light of heaven; the picturesque landscape, the divine capital Luoyang; Chang'an was first built, the Daming Palace; long live the sky, where is the dragon? The origin of the high sky is not illusory; under the Hanyuan Palace, all nations face the sun; the glory of the world all belongs to the Tang Dynasty; the white horse passes by in a flash, endless and impermanent; sigh for the Anshi, who disturbed my hometown; the unprecedented country, the peak declined; just for this heart, I will change the primeval world; I hope the sun will not set on my Central Plains.

Thousands of years ago, fantasy set sail; where is it? Yingzhou Fusang; birds cannot repay, Nara is prosperous; the teachings of the saint are spreading; the Kyoto fire, the blue lotus blooms; if it is for love, even the sky cannot hinder; Fujiwara Kyo was destroyed, and peace was also glorious; this land is the hometown of the gods; Kaguya Taketori, shining in all directions; Prince Charioteer, his heart is toward the sky; the imperial seal is just a dream; above the moon, eternity is forever; gains and losses are determined by fate, on the other side of the water.

The journey to the east is as long as the mountains and rivers; it is comparable to the journey to the west, with the Buddha's light; Jianzhen is magnificent, the backbone of the balance; a century-long plan, a thousand-year imagination; the quiet sea of ​​the moon, peace and tranquility are hard to come by; cherry blossoms are blooming on Mount Yoshino; the land of fantasy appears in the East.

In the world, there was Shang Yang, who succeeded Cheng Tang; the black bird, sent by heaven, descended and gave birth to the Shang Dynasty; the sky had Han, and Jian also had light; the dark water was surging, and the mandate of heaven was vast; those who are today are not happy, and those who have passed away will perish.

PS: Your Ning Chu is back.

European El Dorado: Chapter 1: The Man from Beyond

Spring 1840, Europe, British Empire, London.

Port of London.

The warm breeze from the Atlantic Ocean gently blows across the bustling Port of London, where all kinds of merchant ships come and go. Some are loaded with various goods brought by foreign countries that the British Empire needs, and enter the port to unload; some are loaded with various industrial machines, silk fabrics, and weapons produced in the British Empire, and set off from here to be transported to any place in the world that may need these excellent industrial products of the British Empire.

Almost as many as the merchant ships are ocean liners from various countries that also enter and exit the huge international port of London.

Only a small number of these large passenger ships belonged to the British Empire. They carried the kind and civilized gentlemen of the British Empire slowly away from London, the heart of the British Empire, to the gentlemen's picking gardens, farms, factories and territories almost all over the world, enabling the gentlemen to bring civilization, freedom, trade, peace and work to those uncivilized, ignorant, backward and barbaric areas.

Many more ocean liners belonged to nations around the world, carrying scholars, merchants, students, and immigrants from around the world who admired and revered the splendor of the British Empire to London, the heart of the empire. Unsurprisingly, all foreigners visiting London for the first time were practically stunned by the sheer size and prosperity of the city, unable to believe that such a vast and prosperous city existed.

The dense population, countless rumbling factories, and their huge chimneys spewing out clouds of smoke, stretching as far as the eye can see to the city blocks beyond the distant skyline, are all present in this city. Foreigners who have always come here boast about the greatness of London and the glory of the British Empire.

In this world where the British Empire's world hegemony has lasted for nearly a hundred years, London in the mid-nineteenth century is the largest and most prosperous city in the known world, with a permanent population of over two million. The total industrial output of London alone exceeds the total industrial output of many emerging industrial countries in Europe today. As for the gap in comprehensive industrial capacity, it is even more incalculable.

The British Empire was so powerful that it directly ruled 3367 million square kilometers of land. The empire's territory covered a quarter of the world's land and directly or indirectly ruled a quarter of the known world's population. On all the oceans of the known world, the British Royal Navy exercised undisputed maritime hegemony and maintained navigation safety and freedom of passage on all seas.

Of course, even the British Empire encountered a lot of external hostility. However, these weak external hostilities, mainly from the emerging powers in Europe, were nothing more than minor problems for the British Empire that could not even be called "troubles".

Three years ago, sparks flew between several European powers, and the smell of gunpowder from local wars filled most of the European continent. Some emerging powers even wanted to use local wars between countries scattered across Europe to evolve into a huge war that would sweep across Europe and even the entire Old World and the New World, thereby challenging the European balance order dominated by the British Empire.

However, the British Empire only used the power of one hand to extinguish the spark that seemed to ignite the powder keg of most of Europe, intimidating all the great powers that were extremely dissatisfied to end their respective local wars and return to the negotiation table dominated by the British Empire. In the meantime, it used the remaining power of this hand to wipe out the dissatisfaction of the New World rednecks towards London and completely shattered these rednecks' clumsy plot to split the territory of the British Empire.

Through such great power, the British Empire put the Old World and the New World back on the right track, back to the path dominated by the British Empire.

In the spring of 1840, the prosperous and bustling Port of London continued to handle ships from all over the world every day, like a huge pump, supplying London, the heart of the empire, with nutrients obtained from various territories of the empire - various cheap industrial raw materials and agricultural products. The heart of the empire then transformed these nutrients into power belonging to the empire. Through the empire's blood vessels, all the safe ocean routes controlled by the British Empire were transported to the body of the British Empire - the overseas territories, making the British Empire more powerful and stronger every day than the day before.

However, the local war that occurred three years ago, which affected most European countries and even the New World, caused many wealthy middle-class people who originally lived in various parts of the world, mainly in Europe, to go bankrupt and become penniless. Farmers who originally owned land became landless refugees. These people who could hardly survive in their original countries seized every opportunity, crossed the English Channel, and came to the paradise in their minds, the prosperous London, to find hope of survival, or even a turnaround.

Over the past three years, a considerable number of poor old Europeans who came to London have caused certain troubles to the Port of London and London. However, for London, a great and inclusive imperial capital, it can certainly accommodate these poor old European relatives of the British Empire. While allowing these uninformed and backward country bumpkins to experience an enlightened and civilized society, London also provides these country bumpkins with job opportunities to work for the British Empire.

For the kind and enlightened British gentlemen, this was another time when the British Empire had enlightened people in the world, bringing peace and the opportunity to continue working.

But somewhere in the vast, bustling Port of London, on this spring day in 1840, something quite unusual happened.

"what is that?!"

Followed by the screams of a porter working at a port in this branch port.

Without any warning, a "ship" appeared on the sea surface in the distance of a branch port of London Port.

This "ship" is different from all the steamships, ocean liners, and sailing ships currently entering and leaving the Port of London. In fact, this "ship" cannot even be called a ship, but something that looks like it comes from another world.

It was an object about ten meters long, five meters wide, and seven meters high, flying about one meter above the sea. It only vaguely resembled a "ship." Its entire body was white, reflecting a milky light in the sunlight. Its fluid shape evoked a natural beauty.

Its speed was so fast that it exceeded the maximum speed that any ship currently operating in the Port of London could reach.

No, that is an inappropriate comparison, because this "ship" is actually flying on the sea. But even if we compare it to something flying in the air, the highest scientific achievement of the British Empire, the propeller plane that was put into use in the last European war, does not seem to be able to reach the speed of this "ship" flying close to the sea surface when flying in the air.

Naturally, this strange "ship" attracted the attention of the people in this branch port of London. Many impoverished shipwrights from all over the world who worked for this branch port suddenly caused a riot. The shipwrights were afraid that it was a monster from the sea or something, and they hurried to leave the dock and retreat to the port. The riot suddenly occurred, and even many Royal Navy soldiers in the port were pushed and shoved here and there by this rioting crowd.

"Run! A monster has appeared in the sea!" "The monster in the sea is coming to eat people! Run!"

The panicked dock workers ran desperately into the port, loudly describing the "monster" they saw according to their imagination, which once again caused a riot among the crowd behind them.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

A Royal Navy officer who was being pushed and shoved finally couldn't bear it anymore and took out a new revolver from his pocket and shot and killed a terrified, ragged dock worker who was running around.

"Bang bang bang!"

As the panicked dock worker fell down in disbelief, the Royal Navy soldiers at the surrounding docks seemed to be inspired. They all loaded their guns and shot to death the most noisy and rioting sailors.

The fact that the Royal Navy directly killed the rioters in broad daylight and the resulting smell of blood successfully intimidated the workers in the port. They were all silent and dared not move.

"Remain calm, gentlemen." Holding his revolver high in the air, the Royal Navy officer calmly ordered the crowd to quiet down. "That's not a monster."

"That's also a ship that sails on the sea, and the people sitting inside are humans just like us."

"That's the SeraHeim flying shuttle."

"Sera...Heim?"

The port workers were a little afraid and whispered the words that came out of the Royal Navy officer's mouth, which seemed to have been mentioned by the drunkards in the tavern. Then, someone asked tremblingly.

"It's the Golden Kingdom, outside the known world in the Far East, which has closed the door to their world for over two hundred years..."

"It's good that you know this, sir." Even though the Royal Navy officer used the word "sir", his tone was still full of contempt.

"Yes, it's the Seraheim people who, in the Far East, outside the known world, used advanced technology that seemed to be a gift from God. Two hundred years ago, they decided there was no need to interact with our world and closed the door to their paradise-like country."

PS1: This was written last year, it’s the European chapter after the Inuyasha chapter, as a little compensation for yesterday, let me whet the appetite of readers first.

PS2: This was scheduled to be released last night at 7:00 AM the next day.

PS3: Today's update is going to be awesome.

PS4: European chapter, which is called reverse isolation, involves stories including "GOSICK" and "Danterian's Bookshelf".

PS5: Are you interested?

European El Dorado: Chapter 2: The Foreign Traveler

The small commotion caused by the flying shuttle at the dock was suppressed by a small team of Royal Navy guarding here and gradually stabilized. At this time, the flying shuttle from the mysterious SeraHeim mentioned by the Royal Navy officers had already slowed down steadily and docked accurately at the dock.

With a slight sound, a door opened on the shuttle's smooth white shell. At the same time, a white staircase extended from the bottom of the door and extended to the ground of the port.

"Guests from the British Empire are arriving," said the young Royal Navy officer who had suppressed the minor disturbance at the port. He watched the shuttle unfold as he adjusted his navy uniform, slightly wrinkled from the jostling, and straightened his cap. He waved his hand and ordered his garrisoned sailors, "Now, in accordance with the agreement between the British Empire and the Seraheim government, gentlemen, form up and hold your guns."

Following the officer's order, fourteen Royal Navy soldiers quickly stood on both sides of the shuttle, with their guns pointed to the sky and held in front of their chests.

The shuttle door opened, and a young man with a slender figure, wearing a top hat, a gray long suit, and a walking stick, dressed like a British aristocrat, slowly walked down the shuttle stairs, stepped on the ground of London Port, and walked towards the British naval officer who was also coming to meet him not far away.

"Welcome to the Port of London, Great Britain, sir." (English)

After extending his hand to shake hands politely with the guest from Seraheim, the naval officer asked formally.

"I am the garrison commander of the sub-port, Lieutenant Ed Rowe Reyes of the Royal Navy. How may I be of service to you?" (English)

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Lieutenant." (English)

After shaking hands with the lieutenant, the young man with gray hair, who was as elegant as a true British aristocrat in his manners, spoke in pure English.

"I am Shang Yang. I have come to the British Empire for personal reasons, not on behalf of the Seraheim government. This is my visa."

As he spoke, the young man with gray and shaggy hair took out a book that looked like a small notebook from the inside of his suit and handed it to the Royal Navy lieutenant.

The lieutenant took the book, opened it and read it. He saw that the contents of the book, which was decorated with gold thread, contained seals and emblems of European countries such as Serahim, the British Empire, Prussia, France, Austria, and Sovereignty. The first page had the words "Trade Visa" written in Serahim, English, French, German and other languages, and the relevant clauses guaranteeing the authority of this visa were written in the languages ​​of various countries on the back.

There is no doubt that this is a personal business and travel visa for Seraheim citizens issued by the United Kingdom government based on the agreement between Seraheim and the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and recognized by European countries.

"There is no doubt that this is a legitimate visa issued by the United Kingdom government."

Closing the visa booklet, the Royal Navy lieutenant returned it to the young man with gray hair with both hands, raised his hand and saluted.

"According to the agreement between the Seraheim government and the United Kingdom government, you can freely enter the United Kingdom without going to London Customs. The Port of London will provide a dedicated dock for your shuttle, and the relevant records will be reported to London Customs by the Port of London. Welcome again to the United Kingdom, and I hope you enjoy your stay here, Mr. Shang." (English)

Bank of London, City of London.

The bank staff led the young man with gray hair into the vault of the Bank of London.

Many extremely important items entrusted to the bank are kept here. Based on the customer's requirements and the remuneration paid, the bank will provide corresponding security level protection until the depositor or the person designated by the depositor comes here to pick up the items deposited here.

While leading the young man with gray hair into the vault step by step, the highly professional bank manager also became curious about the young man with gray hair and his request to take away the deposited items of Yilin⑺ Lasi⒎IV5liu.

This is no wonder, as this young man, who dresses and behaves like an English aristocrat, is actually a Seraheim man.

Whether in the New World or the Old World, a Serahim, no matter where he is, will attract people's attention and great curiosity.

The word "Seraheim" was used by the European countries of the known world to refer to the mysterious Far Eastern civilization hundreds of years ago. Rather than being a country on Earth, in the eyes of people on the European continent, the word "Seraheim" is often associated with mythical place names such as "Utopia", "Mount Olympus", and "Heaven".

According to rumors, Seraheim is quite vast. It is located in the Far East, a distant world that even Alexander the Great could not reach during his eastern expedition. Its territory is surrounded by huge mountains, endless deserts, vast grasslands, and vast oceans, isolating Seraheim from the entire known world.

Of course, these geographical separations alone could not stop the curiosity of adventurers and the entire European continent about Seraheim. Countless European adventurers wanted to find a route to Seraheim, just like the lucky Marco Polo did five hundred years ago, so that they could become rich overnight and become the greatest adventurer in the history of European world adventure.

However, two hundred years ago, the Seraheim people, who used technology that seemed to be a gift from God, believed that there was no need to communicate with the outside world, including European countries. They used their extremely advanced technology to create a thick fog that covered the entire border of Seraheim. From then on, people from the European world who entered Seraheim without the invitation of a Seraheim person and without the permission of the Seraheim government could no longer cross the thick fog that would never dissipate and enter Seraheim, which was like a paradise on earth.

For the next two hundred years, except for the occasional Seraheim government merchant groups that represented the Seraheim government to travel to various countries in the Old and New Worlds to purchase wood and minerals from various countries, and some Seraheim people who went to Europe or other places for trade and travel as individuals, Seraheim became a completely unknown place.

Since the probability of the Seraheim appearing in Europe is very small, most Europeans have never seen a Seraheim in their lives, let alone Europeans who have friendship with the Seraheim. It is uncertain whether there is a European in the whole of Europe who has friendship with the Seraheim.

However, according to the stub that the gray-haired young man handed to the bank manager, it was indeed proved that a British nobleman named Viscount Wesley Disward had left the title deed of a mansion in the suburbs of London and a mysterious box locked deep in the underground vault in a London bank to this Seraheim man whose English name was spelled as Shang Yang.

Although the experienced London bank manager was very curious about this, he still diligently led the young man with gray hair to the storage area of ​​the vault, used a key to open a high safe, and took out a small wooden box stored in it.

"Sir, this is it. This is the 'gift' that Viscount Wesley Disward left for you." (English)

"Thank you for your hard work." (English)

While thanking the bank manager, the young man with gray hair took the box handed to him by the bank manager and opened it.

As I looked, I saw a letter with the Disward family seal on the seal and a key lying quietly in the wooden box.

A key with a golden key handle, inlaid with a ruby ​​that shines red, and a key with a thin chain at the end.

"You're welcome." (English)

The bank manager bowed slightly.

"The transfer of ownership of the mansion and a portion of the land deeds located on the Viscount Wesley Disward's territory has been completed. Please follow me to the bank lobby to confirm the transfer procedures, Mr. Shang."

London, suburbs.

"...Please forgive me for making this request. Mr. Dr. Shang, I can sense that my time is running out. Over the years, thanks to your guidance and advice, I have not overly touched these transgressive powers, allowing me to live safely for many more years. During my years of contact with the 'Illusionary Book', I have come to deeply understand the reason why the knowledge in the Illusionary Book was sealed and the danger it poses to human society. Therefore, now that my life is lingering, I hope to hand over the 'Bookshelf' to you for safekeeping. The 'Heaven in the Pot' has a deep connection with SeraHeim. Handing it over to you, a doctor of SeraHeim history and mythology, is also the fulfillment of a long-cherished wish. I trust you and hope you will treat Darien well."

"P.S. I have left most of my money and property to my grandchildren and other relatives. They will all assume that I have sold my books to other booksellers and the mansion and title deeds to other nobles. Therefore, they will no longer bother you in the old house I gave you. Please feel free to use it and resell it to others. - Your friend: Wesley Disward"

Sitting in the compartment of the carriage, a young man with gray and white hair, wearing a gray-yellow long suit and a yellow top hat, carefully read the letter left for him by Wesley Disward, closed the letter, and sighed softly.

PS1: If a reader in the group sends a private message expressing a strong desire to read the second chapter, then I will post another chapter. I probably won’t post any more after that. I will update this after catching up with the progress.

PS2: Today’s update depends on the situation. Since I can only write it in the evening, I may not be able to finish it.

PS3: Seraheim is a word I made up. Sera is the ancient Greek name of Seres, and Helm means the country in Norse mythology. Putting them together, it means the country of Seres.

European El Dorado: Chapter 3: Black Reading Princess

On the outskirts of London, a horse-drawn carriage was moving slowly on the rugged country road.

In the compartment of a slowly moving carriage.

After reading the letter left by Lord Viscount Wesley Disward, the young man with gray hair folded the letter and put it and the golden key inlaid with rubies into the pocket of his gray dress.

"We have arrived at Viscount Wesley Disward's estate, sir."

At this moment, the slowly moving carriage gradually slowed down, and the coachman's voice came from outside the carriage.

This area is extremely remote. It takes half a day to take a steam train from London, then transfer to a steam car, and then transfer to a rented private carriage. It took a whole day on the road for the young man with gray hair to arrive at the manor where Viscount Disward's family residence is located.

After paying the coachman more than double the fare, the gray-haired young man from a foreign country asked the coachman to keep his whereabouts secret.

Naturally, the coachman readily agreed to the request of the foreign young man.

Carrying a simple suitcase and spending some time on the rugged country roads, the young man finally saw the manor of Viscount Wesley Disward.

The house in the distance is an ancient stone building.

Although it is a noble's residence, it is not luxurious. In fact, it is just the ancestral home of a lord's family that has long lost its power.

Looking beyond the open door, the atrium is in full view.

The yard was covered with lush weeds and colorful flowers bloomed in a disorderly manner.