It's frighteningly quiet.

Yan Xiubai opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and put his hand on his chest subconsciously, the warm body temperature passed to his palm through the thin clothing, bang, bang, the heartbeat was clearer than the other, the place was intact, there was no blood, no holes, not even a scar.

Yan Xiubai's expression was calm, and he didn't see anything unusual, but his peach blossom eyes rarely showed a trace of confusion.

The pain of being pierced through his chest by the Mo knife is still clearly engraved in his brain, the pain that even his heart is tightened and torn apart He may not forget in his life, but what is the situation now?

"Ding-Hello host, the system is at your service, whether to view the current data information. ”

A familiar voice sounded in his mind, and Yan Xiubai instinctively asked, "Am I not dead?"

"The host is indeed dead, but when you die, the Holy Grace just meets the standard, and all the attribute values meet the conditions for passing the level, in order to save your life, the system will automatically help you upgrade to the next level. ”

The so-called holy favor is the emperor's favor, for more than ten years, his holy favor has always been zero, and I think about it, Emperor Xianzong has never even seen him, and he doesn't even know if there is a person in the world, where does the favor come from, and when he died, Ji Ji just ascended the throne, and with Ji Ji's feelings for him, the holy favor naturally reached the standard.

It was night, it was very dark all around, Yan Xiubai could only vaguely judge that he was in a bedroom, he should have gotten up to figure out where he was now, but he was sitting on the bed and didn't want to move at all.

"When will I be able to go home," his voice was soft, as if sighing, with a deep weariness.

Yan Xiubai has actually always controlled his mentality very well, inexplicably bound to a system, inexplicably came to a strange world, inexplicably had to complete the so-called task to go home, and I am afraid that it would have broken out long ago if he was an ordinary person, but although he has always wanted to go back, he did not lose his cool, he regarded this bizarre encounter as an experience, the disciples of Changgemen, they have to go out to experience when they become adults, when he was bound by the system, it was when he was just and weak and was driven out by his senior brothers and masters to practice, but his experience was farther away from home and took a longer time。

In essence, Yan Xiubai is actually a person who is quite comfortable with what he encounters.

But now Yan Xiubai felt very tired, unprecedentedly tired, as if a stone was pressing heavily on his heart, making him almost breathless, Yan Xiubai knew that the name of that stone was Yan Changsheng.

He doesn't regret killing Yan Changsheng, I'm afraid he will still do it again, let him live, it will be Ji Ji who will die, and the entire Ming Dynasty and thousands of people will be pulled into a dire situation by him, but even if he doesn't regret it, it doesn't mean that he won't feel guilty and uncomfortable.

Is this also a kind of experience, Yan Xiubai thought.

It's just that this kind of experience is too hard.

"The current attribute value of the host is too low, if it is divided into nine levels, the host is currently only one level, and it is still a novice, please keep up the host's efforts. ”

Yan Xiubai frowned, he closed his eyes, and barely held back the sudden burst of anger, what was the use of being angry, it was not beneficial to his current situation, it was just a waste of effort.

He lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt and wrapped his body and head in it, he refused to check the information mentioned by the system, only this night, he didn't want to think about anything, he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to sleep quietly.

Those troublesome things, wait until he wakes up.

Occasionally, he is as calm and calm as Yan Xiubai, and he also wants to be willful.

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The morning sun shines through the window lattice, dispelling the night, warm and bright, it is a new day.

Yan Xiubai stood in front of the mirror, observing his current body, his figure was tall, but he was a little thinner, and there was not even a little muscle mass in his lower abdomen, although there were some slight differences in that face, but the difference was not big, at a glance it looked like it was no different from before, and it looked like his original appearance.

That's fine, but if you wake up every morning and see an extremely unfamiliar face, it's bad.

He didn't want to forget what he looked like one day.

After looking at his appearance, he began to check the information the system had gathered about the world.

This is indeed not the Ming Dynasty anymore, but a dynasty called Daqing, although it has been prepared for a long time, Yan Xiubai is still a little stunned.

This means that he will never see those people before again, Lin Shiyin, Ji Ji, Li Xunhuan, and even Zhao Sheng, who is about to retire, he is a little nostalgic, but unfortunately, he is afraid that he will not be able to go back in this life, I just hope that those people will be well.

It is now the thirty-second year of Taiyuan, the world is still peaceful, the emperor was a Ming monarch in his early years, he worked hard, was diligent and loved the people, but anyone in his old age always had a point or two of confusion, maybe people became afraid of death when they were old, the emperor began to be superstitious about Taoism, alchemy and medicine, favored Taoist priests, spent a lot of financial and material resources to establish a fairy pavilion in the palace, and began to neglect government affairs.

Seeing this, Yan Xiubai suddenly remembered those Dao Masters of the Pure Yang Palace, if it was them who came here, they would definitely be able to mix well.

Although there is inevitably some miasma in the court because of the emperor's actions, the foundation of the dynasty is still there, and things are still under control.

And the original Yan Xiubai was born into a family, but he was not the eldest son and grandson, nor was he too favored, after being admitted to the Jinshi, he was arranged to be the prefect of Haozhou in Haozhou, and now it is less than three days before he took office.

Yan Xiubai raised his hand, touched his familiar face, and said with some confusion: "The same name, the same appearance, why is this happening?" Buddhism talks about one flower and one world, which he barely understands, but does each world have a Yan Xiubai who looks like him and has different identity experiences?

"Whether there is such a person depends on your save. The system replied to him.

"I don't understand. Yan Xiubai frowned.

"Originally, it was unknown whether there was a Yan Xiubai in this world, but because of your arrival, there will definitely be a Yan Xiubai in this world. ”

Yan Xiubai thought thoughtfully, "You mean, the so-called original owner doesn't exist zài, because I came, so there is such a person in this world?!" After this sentence was finished, even he himself felt ridiculous, "How is that possible, if there is no zài, how can those who know him explain it, can you still control everyone's thoughts, so that there is suddenly one more person in their minds?!"

"The system is just a system, of course not God, and it can't be rooted in other people's minds. The cold tone of the system did not have any ups and downs, "Of course, the original owners are the ones who exist, they were born and raised in their own world, and they have their own life experiences, but if it were not for your arrival, they would not have been born." ”

Yan Xiubai's eyes widened, according to what the system said, isn't it even more unbelievable than what he guessed just now?!

If this is true, is the world in which he lives real?

"It's true, there's no doubt about that. The system gave him a positive answer very seriously.

Yan Xiubai pulled his hair and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think about it, and finally he gave up, this is beyond the scope of his cognition, ignorant people are happy, he decided, he still wants to be an ignorant person.

When he arrived in a strange place, the most important thing was, of course, to figure out the environment of the place he was in, and Yan Xiubai spent a morning basically understanding the general situation of the prefect's mansion.

The original Yan Xiubai did not have a wife and concubines, which is not bad, although it is a bit unkind to say this, but it did save him countless troubles, there are not too many people in the house, except for a few domestic servants brought by himself and the original owner from home, the rest of the people were temporarily bought after coming to Haozhou, and the total number of zero and zero is only about 20 people.

Of course, it can't be compared with the original owner's previous days in the capital, but for Yan Xiubai, it is already a rare luxury, thinking that he was a poor county magistrate who washed his own clothes and cleaned his room, no wonder everyone who was an official wanted to climb up.

The official position of the prefect is not big or small, and the political affairs of the upper and lower levels of the Haozhou Mansion are under his control, but he is not very busy, on the contrary, it is quite idle, and the Haozhou is a good place, the land is fertile, the people are rich, and it is a typical land of fish and rice.

As the prefect of Haozhou, Yan Xiubai felt that it would be very good for him to restrain himself from accepting bribes and to collect the people's fat and ointment.

After soaking in the study for a few days in a row, and after understanding the situation inside and outside of Hezhou, Yan Xiubai opened a banquet and invited the rich businessmen and famous families who had been rejected before, as well as the officials of all sizes in Hezhou, to come over and mix up their faces.

After so many years, Yan Xiubai's communication skills are still lit up, not to mention that he is good at dancing with long sleeves and is exquisite, but the prefect who is polite and polite and does not stand up obviously leaves a good impression on those people.

The new prefect is a person who is easy to talk to and not difficult to get along with, this is the impression that others have of Yan Xiubai, and it is also what he wants others to see.

After the banquet was dispersed, Yan Xiubai was really rooted in Haozhou, although he was promoted, but he had less to do, and he was not at all in the state of exhaustion and exhaustion when he was the county magistrate in Chensheng County.

In the past, when he was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, he always wanted to be lazy, and even often turned Ji Ji over to help him do things, but now that he is really idle, he is tired again, probably there is always such a little cheapness in people's bones.

Yan Xiubai, who was so cheap that he was panicked, was thinking about his attribute value when he had nothing to do, the rest was okay, take his time, but he was a little entangled in the holy favor, with his current official position, it was absolutely impossible to see the emperor, let alone what kind of favor value to brush, and pick up a prince like Ji Ji to raise it, and finally raise it, the other party will become the emperor, the probability is too low, it is simply a miracle, it is like a sesame seed falling from the sky, it happened to fall into the eye of the needle, Ji Ji is already an incredible example, no matter how impossible it is impossible to come up with another such example, after all, the prince is not a cabbage, any one can be picked up by him.

Putting aside the fact that the probability of this kind of thing is so low that there is almost no zài, how to improve this holy grace is a difficult problem!

Just when he was thinking about this, a wealthy merchant who had come to his banquet last time came to visit him, and the other party had come to seek the help of the prefect, because his family had been robbed, or was about to be robbed.

The other party handed over a plain white short note in Yan Xiubai's incomprehensible gaze.

Wenjun has a delicate pagoda, ingenious, clear and flawless, and yearns for it.

Tonight, stepping on the moon to get it, Jun Su Yada, will not make me go back and forth in vain.

The handwriting on the short note is graceful and straight, with the scent of a mysterious tulip.