"Why do you want to see what the world is like?" Wuzhu seemed to be thinking about something, "Isn't the place where you are standing now a part of this world?"

Fan Xian didn't know how to answer, since he was from another world, he would naturally be interested in many aspects of this world, and the question that haunted his soul for the longest time was: How did he come to this world?

Six years ago, when Mr. Fei Jie was still teaching in Shanzhou, he once mentioned the temple, and at that time, Fan Xian was thinking, what explanation could he have for changing from a dying patient on the earth to a teenager like this?

As for Kyoto, it is also a place he really wants to go, Fan Ruoruo doesn't know if she can live a happy life under her stepmother's power, and after being separated from Fei Jie for a few years, she also has some thoughts of visiting that cute and perverted old man.

The most important thing is that in the previous life, he lay down for a long time due to illness, and in this life, he was stuck in Shanzhou for a long time by the body of a child, contrary to life, Fan Xian's heart began to burn a flame, which was enough to burn his jīng god and stimulate his Yu Wang, wanting to do something and get something.

Tranquility and ambition, power and happiness, love and beauty...... After thinking for a long time, he carefully replied: "If human life is only once, it is always necessary to see some different scenery and meet different people, so as to make the game that cannot be repeated more enjoyable." ”

This is Fan Xian's sincere words, in his previous life, on the hospital bed before he died, he had thought about how he should spend his life if there was an afterlife.

Wuzhu said, "What are your plans?"

"First of all, you have to make sure that you can survive. Fan Xian squatted down and threw another stone, but this time he didn't use force, so the stone hit the gray reef below and shattered, "So you must have the ability to protect yourself." ”

"And then?"

"Then I set myself three goals. ”

Wuzhu listened quietly.

"First, I'm going to have many, many children. Second, I want to write a lot of books, and third, I want to live a very good life. ”

Fan Xian said such an absurd thing very calmly, without the slightest embarrassment.

In his heart, since this world is not the earth, then he is the only representative of the earth's human beings in this world. According to the principles of biology, as a representative of the flesh and blood heritage of mankind, he should have the obligation to have many children in this world.

At the same time, he believes that he is also the representative of the earth's human cultural heritage, try to ask how many beautiful artistic achievements human beings have created from ancient times to the present, but they can't find a trace in this world, if they don't write (or copy?) a lot of books, let Cao Xueqin, kill Bill, these cultural heritage shine in this lonely world, he really feels sorry for those lonely sages in the parallel universe...... Of course, the main thing is to be sorry for yourself.

Naturally, he also sees himself as the only representative of the human world on earth to observe the world, so he wants to make sure that he is living comfortably, only in this way can he prolong his life and observe as many years as possible.

It wasn't until many years later that Fan Xian shyly admitted to himself that in fact, he was just seeking a great archway for his inner well-hidden, shameless, and greedy.

On the cliff by the sea, Wuzhu seemed to need some time to understand what Fan Xian's three goals meant, and analyzed very calmly: "Then you need to marry a lot of wives, find a lot of sāo guests, and invite a lot of servants." ”

"sāo guest?" Fan Xian knew that the literati sāo guest would do more than this, but he still didn't understand it.

"Down-and-out literati who specialize in writing manuscripts for others do not have the right of authorship. ”

Fan Xian smiled, thinking that he was going to let a cow like Lao Cao Lao Sha be his big gunman, so naturally he didn't need those sāo guests, and just thinking about it, he heard Wuzhu continue to calm down to the point that the logic was too simplistic.

"If you're going to marry a lot of wives, hire a lot of servants, get a lot of sāo, you're going to have to make a lot of money. If you want to make a lot of money, you need a lot of power, and if you need a lot of power, you need to be closer to the center of power in the country. ”

Wuzhu turned around and left cleanly: "You are sixteen years old, and we will go back to Kyoto." ”

Behind him, Fan Xian was still standing on the edge of the cliff in a daze, thinking to himself that he had just confided in some of his ideas that were not too excessive, how could he be deduced by this peerless powerhouse with some problems in his brain to deduce what kind of state power he had? And he made the decision to go back to Kyoto so crisply--Fan Xian naturally remembered that on the day he was first born into this world, he was carried by Wuzhu and escaped from Kyoto.

He patted his face vigorously to get himself out of this crying and laughing love, ran to follow, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I confided in you, you have to give something back, right?"

"Want to know what?"

"My mother's business, why are we being hunted down in Kyoto?"

"I will tell you all about Miss when you are sixteen years old, this is Miss's last will. As for the people who are chasing us, you don't need to know anymore, because they died ten years ago. ”

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When he returned to the port of Shanzhou, it was already noon, and Fan Xian, far away from the city, broke up with Wuzhu and entered the city alone. The residents of the city have long been accustomed to the fact that this young master of the Fan Mansion often wanders around the city, although there are no large beasts near the city, and there are no very dangerous places, but there are still some people who feel that Earl Beppu is too concerned about the safety of this illegitimate son.

After all, in people's eyes, Fan Xian was still an eleven or twelve-year-old boy at this time.

The inhabitants of the prefecture, who had nothing to do and did not have to pay taxes to the imperial court, were always idle enough to deduce some very strange ideas from many things, for example, whether some people in Earl Beppu really wanted the bastard to be eaten by a strange beast in the wild and fall off a cliff to die.

The thought of the little boy who always had a cute smile on his face was living in such a dangerous mansion, everyone always felt a little pleasure palpitations.

Fan Xian didn't know what these passers-by were thinking, he still maintained a slightly shy smile on his face, lowered his head slightly, and returned to Earl Beppu.

Knowing that he was coming back for dinner today, all the subordinates were waiting for him. The old lady sat on the Taishi's chair, her eyes seemed to be unmatched, as if she was sleepy.

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