Ten years later, in the Guardian Saint King's Mansion, a young man dressed in a golden silk dragon robe and stepping on the dragon boots of the cloud climbing cloud leaned on the soft chair of the tiger fur, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Behind the young man, a palace maid stood with her head down, gently kneading her shoulders for him.

This young man was none other than Yun Shibao, who was almost fourteen years old, and in ten years, his cultivation had already returned to the state he had been in at the peak of the main world, and he had become a true fifth-order god-level powerhouse.

And the maid behind him is the granddaughter of the old refugee ten years ago, Wang Erya, oh, no, it should be called Wang Wanru now.

"Your Highness, Grand Commander Yan Tao asks to see..."Just as Yun Shibao closed his eyes, Yan Tao's slightly solemn voice came in from outside the door.

"Enter!" Hearing this, Yun Shibao on the soft chair suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of golden light flashed in his tiger eyes.

In the past ten years, although the Tang Dynasty has been decided, the demons are like weeds, burning stubble after stubble, and as a last resort, Yun Shibao had to assign Yan Tao and other ten thousand households to the state capitals, which can be regarded as barely stabilizing the situation.

However, with the entry of Tao, Buddha, demons, and other forces into the WTO to compete for the power of faith, this relatively stable situation was quickly broken, although on the surface An Tianwei family is dominant, but there are countless opponents in the dark, and the situation is still not optimistic.

Yan Tao, as the commander of An Tianwei, who guarded Jiangsu and Zhejiang, would never return to the capital easily under normal circumstances.

"Your Highness, there is news about the things you have asked your subordinates to pay attention to..."As Yun Shibao's voice fell, the door was pushed open with a creak, and then, I saw Yan Tao, who was in the dust, walking in from outside the door and kneeling on one knee in front of Yun Shibao.

Waving his hand, interrupting Yan Tao's words, Yun Shibao leaned back in the chair, his eyes narrowed slightly, until Wang Wanru's soft little hands stopped, and then he reopened his eyes slightly.

"What?"

"Your Highness has found the Huang Chao that I paid attention to, but now he has assumed the name Fahai and turned into a monk of Jinshan Temple..."

"Our An Tianwei's spy came to report that he seems to be wandering around Hangzhou recently..."

"Because of the importance of the stakes, the subordinates don't dare to make claims, whether to arrest or continue to spy secretly, and ask His Highness to show me..."Yan Tao lowered his head and whispered.

In the past ten years, the strength of this Ninth Highness has become more and more unfathomable, and whenever he faces him, he has a feeling of suffocation.

"Hangzhou generation? But there is a scholar named Xu Hanwen? Hearing Yan Tao's words, a trace of fluctuation flashed in Yun Shibao Gujing Wubo's eyes.

No wonder I haven't found Huang Chao all these years, tsk, who would have thought that this scholar known as a human demon would turn into a man and a demon, escape into Buddhism, and use the pseudonym Fahai.

So, now that Fahai has appeared, will the plot of the White Snake be far away?

"Your Royal Highness, Xu Xian is the brother-in-law of Li Gongfu of An Tianwei's hundred households in Hangzhou, quite famous, and his water tune song head, farewell, Queqiao Xian, etc. are widely spread in Jiangsu and Zhejiang..."

The attitude became more and more awe-inspiring.

The old monk with the pseudonym of Huangchao was wandering near Xu Xian's Baohe Hall, and His Royal Highness the Holy King of his own family mentioned Xu Xian at this time, and his intention was self-evident.

Although he does not leave the house, he counts the whole world, and this method is really not like that of mortals.

"The water tune song head and the Queqiao Immortal were made by Xu Xian?" Hearing Yan Tao's words, Yun Shibao's originally calm face showed a look of shock for the first time.

Soon, he calmed down, and his expression was rather strange.

Although the change of dynasty in this mutated White Snake world is quite similar to the world he is familiar with, there are some differences in the details.

For example, there are no great poets such as Du Fu, Li Bai, and Su Ji.

"Wanru, prepare a set of regular clothes and go to Hangzhou with the lonely king..."After a moment of silence, Yun Shibao said to Wang Wanru.

The cost of the villain BOSS of the White Snake turned out to be the transformation of the famous "human demon" Huang Chao in history. When is the bright moon", "Queqiao Immortal" and other famous poems (words) The author turned out to be Xu Xian, a little weak sufferer...

Choking and Strange Novels|w~w~w.

The former is easy to say, after all, this is the world of the mutated white snake, and it is possible for any unbelievable thing to happen in the plot of the Chaotian Pot, but the latter makes Yun Shibao, who is familiar with tens of millions of online articles, can't help but have some reverie...

"Yes, Your Highness." Hearing Yun Shibao's words, Wang Wanru was slightly stunned, then responded and exited the study.

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Ten miles of Qinhuai lights are bright, the pavilions and pavilions surround the river embankment, the sheng song wine makes the red bird, and the ancient books are full of black clothes.

Since ancient times, when it comes to the romance of the literati and writers in history, the first thing that comes to people's mind is the Qinhuai River, after all, the popularity of Qinhuai Bayan is too high.

As everyone knows, compared with Qin Huai's beauty, the beauty of West Lake is more tranquil, if Qin Huai makes people think of the romance of ancient literati, then West Lake makes people think of red oil and fragrance.

At the time of storage, above the West Lake, the blue waves are rippling, the drizzle is continuous, and in the words, the pavilions and buildings are hazy and ethereal, looming.

"The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy."

"If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup." In the middle of the lake, at a pavilion, a group of scholars sat in the pavilion, several famous prostitutes in thin gauze danced, and in the midst of sheng songs, a famous poem came out of the mouth of a white-robed young man with a lupine scarf.

As soon as this poem came out, the sheng song in the pavilion came to an abrupt end, and several famous prostitutes couldn't help but move, and when they looked at the white-robed young man, their eyes were full of crystal light, and they wanted to swallow him into their stomachs.

"Well, I have heard Xu Han's poetry and songs for a long time, and he is known as a little poet fairy. When a scholar heard the poems of the white-robed young man, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he opened his mouth to praise.

"Yes, as soon as this poem comes out, West Lake will have an additional name of West Lake from now on, Brother Xu, this poem should be a big white..."

"You have praised it falsely, poetry and songs are just a trail after all, for example, although it is stable today, but the demons are rampant, and the killing is not stopped, although Xu Xian has the heart to subdue the demons and eliminate the demons, but there is no power to bind the chicken in his hands, and he can't hold the Qingfeng Sword to kill all the demons and evils in the world..."

Yes, Xu Xian is indeed a traverser, three years ago, he passed through this world, thinking that he could use the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu and others in his previous life to mix a good name with a talented man, and do a line of prostitution.

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