Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Proud to come to the country.

Chen Du, a manor.

There are trees, water, bridges, rockeries, elegant environment, and large households.

Pool, pavilion.

The two middle-aged men stood there with respect in their eyes.

One man, about forty years old, seven feet tall, somewhat emaciated, with a goatee, wearing a butler's suit.

A man, about fifty years old, the years seemed to have left no trace on his face, his face was white, without a trace of beard, and he was wearing a eunuch's uniform.

"Childe, Gonggong Li is here. ”

The butler Fu Bo said softly, for fear of disturbing the young man who was writing in front of him.

"Hmm. ”

The young man just hummed, and then there was no more.

If this was someone else, Gonggong Li would have been furious a long time ago, he is the chief eunuch of the current saint's side.

Even when he arrived at the prime minister's house, he was courteous.

However, Gonggong Li did not have the slightest hint of anxiety, but quietly watched the young man in front of him write.

When Fu Bo saw Gonggong Li like this, his expression was a little proud.

Let's ask who would dare to do this to Gonggong Li in the thirty-six counties of the nine prefectures of Aolai Country?

But his son-in-law dared.

Ao Laiguo, the great master of the literary world.

He is admired by thousands of people and regarded as the master of literature by millions of literati.

In Aolai Kingdom, you may not know the current saint, but it is impossible not to know the literary master Zhang Bairen.

The surname is Zhang, the name is someone, and the word is forbearing.

He wrote poetry at the age of three.

Six-year-old couplets are unparalleled.

At the age of ten, he released a collection of poems.

At the age of twelve, he released his first literary classic [Red Mansion], which was praised by all the people.

On the pavilion, on the table, three pieces of paper, a pen, and a cup of tea.

Two hours later.

The young man slowly stood up.

Raise your head slowly.

The housekeeper Fu Bo and Father-in-law Li only felt an elegant wind coming, and then saw the young face, although they met no less than a hundred times, but every time they saw it, they were shocked.

A young man, eight feet tall and twenty-two years old, dressed in white, fluttering in the wind, with an indescribably handsome face, like a fairy walking out of the painting.

"Your Majesty asked you to come?"

Zhang Bairen said softly.

Pick up the teacup and take a sip.

Fu Bo and Father-in-law Li sighed again, and the son tasted tea, quiet as a virgin, showing an elegant style.

"Back to Zhang Gongzi, the old slave is not only here with His Majesty's will, but also has good news to tell Zhang Gongzi. ”

The voice is a little shrill but not contrived.

"The little princess Yanran has returned from cultivating immortals. ”

Zhang Bairen's face was calm, and his expression was not easy to detect.

Put down the teacup, step aside, and look at the mountains looming in the distance.

"On the table, there is a volume of sixteen chapters of the Three Kingdoms, which I took and presented to Your Majesty. ”

After a pause, he seemed to be thinking, and then he continued.

"Tell the little princess Yanran, tomorrow morning, Baihua Pavilion, I will wait for her. ”

Gonggong Li walked to the table, looked at the three pieces of paper that had been full of words, and held them with both hands, as if he had found a treasure.

Cautiously stepped away with broken steps.

"Childe, you finally waited until the little princess Yanran came back. ”

Fu Bo followed Zhang Bairen in his early years and knew the importance of the little princess Yanran to Zhang Bairen.

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Bairen nodded and left the pavilion, obviously the return of the little princess touched his heart that had been sealed for six years.

Fu Bo looked at Zhang Bairen's slowly departing figure, his expression was delighted, for so many years, Gongzi treated him like an elder, and now that Gongzi's beloved cultivator has returned, he is also happy for Gongzi.

When the little princess Yanran left Chen Du to cultivate immortals six years ago, she was already six years old, and now six years have passed.

"At the age of twelve, it has reached the point of talking about marriage, and the princess status is barely worthy of the son. ”

......

After dinner.

Zhang Bairen returned to the bedroom and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Light a candle and sit in front of a bronze mirror.

The skin is as white as snow, the complexion is handsome, and the abundance is like jade, which is not enough to describe.

Handsome, almost demonic!

In the mirror, the handsome young man frowned slightly.

It's been six years, and after six years of waiting, he just wants to see her again, even if it's just one side, if it weren't for that, he would have left the country of Aolai a long time ago.

"My time is running out, and I can't stay in the country anymore. ”

He Zhang Bairen has a secret, a secret buried deep in his heart.

He is a born-again.

In his previous life, he was in a place on Earth China.

Why, he was able to become a master of literature?

Because of the memories of his past life.

In a past life.

——

Zhang Bairen is just an online writer, or a street writer, and he has to endure humiliation and abuse from readers every day.

"It doesn't make sense. ”

"Writing garbage. ”

"The story is a bad story. ”

After 12 years of writing the book, Zhang Bairen went from having nothing to being in debt.

Finally.

ended his tempering journey in the middle of the night......

Reborn into this world, Zhang Bairen has always thought that this is a world similar to ancient China.

Later he learned that he was wrong.

Couldn't be more wrong.

When someone told him that more than 400 years ago, a huge mountain in the shape of a palm fell from the sky and landed on Nanzhan Buzhou.

Zhang Bairen knew, and he was reborn in the world of Journey to the West.

This is a world of immortals.

In the twenty-two years since he came to this world, Zhang Bairen relied on terrifying cultural knowledge, recited poems, wrote books, and flourished in Aolai Country.

From a three-year-old child to the king of a country, they are all his book lovers.

Zhang Bairen feels that this is very good, compared to his online career in his previous life.

He feels that this year's readers are easier to bring.

Don't dare to urge, don't dare to abuse, let alone talk about humiliation!

A cup of tea, three pieces of paper, and 2,000 words are a day.

Rising every day, thousands of book fans, and the pinnacle of literature.

Heaven does not give birth to me, Zhang Bairen, ancient literature is like a long night.

If it was an ordinary ancient time, Zhang Bairen would have a lifetime of glory and wealth.

But this is the world of Journey to the West, the world of gods, demons and monsters.

In the twenty-two years of Aolai, Zhang Bairen has seen monsters and immortals more than once.

Journey to the West, four continents.

Zhanbu Zhou in the south, Shenzhou in the east, Niu Hezhou in the west, and Luzhou in the north.

Nanzhan Buzhou is the place where the orthodox human race is located, and it is also the land of the luck of the human race, where in the human kingdom, there are generally no immortals, gods and demons.

Xiniu Hezhou, the territory of Buddhism, the human monks, the demon clan are mixed.

Beiju Luzhou is rumored to be a gathering place for powerful demons, and ordinary immortals dare not easily set foot in Beiju Luzhou.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, all parties are mixed, here Taoism, there are Buddhism, there are demons, there are witches, there are demons.

Therefore, in the realm of the Dongsheng Shenzhou human race, it is normal to see immortals and demons.

Know that this is the world of immortals.

Zhang Bairen's first thought was not to cultivate immortality, but to escape from the country of Aolai, go to Nanzhan Buzhou, and live a normal life.

Isn't it good to update 2,000 words a day and live a life of making money every day?

A large mansion with three entrances and three exits.

The honor of the grandmaster of the literary world.

Hundreds of nursing homes.

Dozens of maids.

Marry a wife and take a few aunts.

Isn't it good that such a god envies life?

Why do you want to go to the cultivation of the bitter pen, and you may die in the struggle for the treasures of heaven and earth?