The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule!

   Binocular Mountain!

  Deep in the mountains, at this moment the leaders of the top ten monster tribes gathered together to discuss who should lead the entire Shuangmu Mountain.

  Since the Tiger Clan was wiped out, all the big monster clans in Shuangmu Mountain refused to accept each other and wanted to be the boss, but everyone was equally divided. After fighting within a short period of time, no one could defeat the others with an absolute advantage.

  In addition, the monster tribes from other mountain ranges are also eyeing Shuangmu Mountain. Under such circumstances, these monster leaders of Shuangmu Mountain decided to stop the civil war.

   Use another way to choose a new leader.

   "Since everyone has decided, let's do it according to this. Whoever solves Qingfeng Temple first will be the new leader of Shuangmu Mountain."

   The monsters of Shuangmu Mountain, the way they negotiated is to see who can win Qingfengguan first.

  Qingfengguan and Shuangmu Mountain have had no enmity in recent years, but in the past few decades, many monster clans who descended from Shuangmu Mountain died at the hands of Taoist priests of Qingfengguan.

  If it was the original Qingfengguan, the monsters of Shuangmu Mountain would not dare to have any ideas, but not long ago, they had already received the news that the disciples of Qingfengguan had withered, and there were only three of them.

   Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

   "Our pig demon clan took the lead. Back then, my father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather were all killed by the stinky Taoist priests of Qingfeng Temple."

  The leader of the wild boar spoke first, and the other big monster clans did not fight for it. Although it was rumored that Qingfeng Temple had fallen, who knows if it is true or not, it would be good to let the wild boar take the lead.

  The meeting ended, and the monsters began to drink. Did anyone notice that a yellow cow was heading down the mountain.

  …

  Twenty miles outside Shangyang City, in a small forest.

  A white-haired old Taoist sat cross-legged, and many young Taoist priests were resting around the old Taoist. If Lin Ye had been here, he would have recognized these young Taoist priests as the Taoist priests from Feiyun Temple who had left.

  A day ago, Lin Ye sent an invitation to Feiyun Guan, saying that the reception was not good last time, and he invited Feiyun Guan to come to visit.

  As for why the viewer did not come, it was because the self-explosion injury had not recovered.

  The team rested for a while and were about to set off. At the moment, in the southeast direction of the forest, a dozen or so pig demons just entered, and the two teams ran into each other by chance.

  The Taoist priests of Feiyun Temple immediately showed signs of alertness, as did the pig demon.

   Monsters and Taoist priests, if there is no hatred, they will not fight to the death when they meet.

  The Supreme Elder of Feiyunguan was about to say something, but the leader of the pig demon over there also coughed, thinking of something to say.

   But before he could speak, dust suddenly rolled up behind the pig demon team, and then a hoarse voice came out: "It's the Ox-nosed Taoist priest, come on brothers, **** them!"

   Shua!

  As soon as the voice came out, the Taoist priests of Feiyun Temple also drew their swords one after another.

   Then, a piece of mud shot out from behind the pig demon team and landed on a Taoist priest in Feiyun Temple.

   This piece of mud broke the balance.

The Supreme Elder of Feiyun Temple and the leader of the pig demon looked at each other, both of them looked embarrassed, but when they saw a young disciple of their own Taoist temple being sent flying a few meters away by a pig demon, too The elder couldn't help it either.

   "Damn Xipi, you dare to bully my disciple of Feiyunguan, look at the sword!"

   "Who is afraid of whom!"

  The leader of the pig demon and the elder Feiyunguan fought together, and at the end of the pig demon team, a scalper silently withdrew from the forest, hiding his merit and fame.

  …

  Tzu Chi Temple, Taoyuan Temple...

   Six or seven Taoist temples in a row have received invitations from Lin Ye, and it is no surprise that these sects will collide with the Yaozu team outside Shangyang City by coincidence.

   "You **** did a good job this time."

  Lin Ye praised the scalper in the yard. The scalper is a very successful undercover animal. Every time the monster from Shuangmu Mountain goes down the mountain, the scalper will volunteer to say that he is familiar with the city and can guide everyone.

   Then, under Lin Ye's design and the scalper's cooperation, the two sides could always meet, and then a fierce battle broke out.

   Moo!

  The scalper roared at Lin Ye, and Lin Ye smiled and said, "Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely not break my promise, and I will prepare all the delicious food for you."

  Beef, Beef Jerky…Steak…

  Lin Ye doesn't know why this beast likes to eat the meat of the same kind so much. Is it really cannibalism?

   "In a short period of time, those monsters in Shuangmu Mountain should not come to trouble Qingfeng Temple again, but you can't take it lightly. Let me know as soon as there is any news."

   Moo!

  The yellow cow held a box of milk in its mouth, raised its horns and pierced through the packaging bag of beef jerky, then kicked its hooves, and turned over from the courtyard wall.

  Lin Ye was also amazed when he saw the disappearing figure of the scalper. A cow likes to climb over the wall if he doesn't walk through the door properly, and he doesn't know who he learned from.

   The crisis alarm of Qingfengguan could be lifted for the time being, but Lin Ye couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. He promised Judge Cui that he had to deal with the new judge.

  …

  Shangyang Town God's Temple.

  Lin Ye came with a pot of soju and a pot of roast chicken, and shouted directly: "Old Yang, what are you doing, I'm here to see you."

   "Mr. Lin, why are you visiting late at night?"

Yang Jian appeared and looked at Lin Ye with weird eyes. Although he is a Yin division, he still knows something about what happened in Shangyang City during this period. .

  When Yang Jian heard the news for the first time, he almost lost his footing, so Lin Ye could still be the opponent of the Ghost King?

  Ghost King, corresponding to the Daoist Primordial Spirit Realm powerhouse, Qingfengguan is not ignorant of him, where the primordial spirit level powerhouse came from.

   "Old Yang, your attitude is wrong. I came to see you. You don't seem to welcome me very much. Fortunately, I bought you roast chicken and wine."

  Lin Ye patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, Yang Jian took a step back to avoid it, and said, "Mr. Lin, you still have something to say."

   "It's really nothing, I just asked you to drink."

Lin Ye forcibly pulled Lao Yang closer to the Town God's Temple. At first, Lao Yang was a little wary, but after drinking a catty of liquor, his attitude became much warmer than before. Seeing this, Lin Ye asked, "Lao Yang Ah, I heard that the new judge from Canglan County has taken over, what is his background?"

"How did you know?"

  Yang Jian glanced at Lin Ye in surprise, and Lin Ye said that he had heard it from others.

   "Mr. Lin, you are very well informed about the news. The new judge has indeed taken office. As for the origin of the new judge, no one in Canglan County knows better than this old man."

  Maybe it was because he was drinking too much, but seeing that Yang didn't hide what he said, Lin Ye deliberately said, "It's true, Lao Yang, don't brag about it to me."

   "I'm bragging? Then Lu Zheng was an official in the same court as the old man before his death, and we have a very close personal relationship."

   "Really? Then tell me, what hobbies does Judge Lu have?"

   "Hobbies, if you want to say hobbies, there is really nothing special. Oh yes, I like poetry. When I was in office, I held several poetry conferences."

  Hearing the good poems, Lin Ye laughed, that's simple.

   If there is nothing else to say, he can weigh the poems by catties.

   You don’t need to memorize this thing, and even if you print it out in modern times, it can hold several sacks.

  After inquiring about the new judge's preferences, Lin Ye soon had a plan.

  …

   "It should be that the celestial beings were drunk and crushed the white clouds. Just listening to this poem, one can feel the sense of bohemianism."

   "What is this? I still like Mr. Lin's sentence: I looked up to the sky and went out laughing. How could I be from Penghao?"

   "I didn't expect Mr. Lin not only to be handsome, but also to be so talented in his poems."

   "It's a pity, it's only half. I don't understand why Mr. Lin is unwilling to finish reading."

In Shangyang City, poetry has become popular recently. The reason is that three days ago, several scholars were reciting poems and composing Fu in a restaurant, and Mr. Lin happened to pass by, and a dispute arose for some reason. Finally, Mr. Lin wrote The three poems, the few scholars who saw the poems written by Mr. Lin were shocked by heaven and man, so they had to leave in desperation.

In addition to these three poems, Mr. Lin also wrote a few poems at that time, no matter those capitals were just one or two lines and not completely completed poems, but it was precisely this that caused the entire Shangyang City and even Canglan The county's literary world was shaken, and all scholars were thinking about how to answer these poems if it were them.

  Shangyang City.

  The mansion that the old man broke into after drinking too much, at this moment the red lanterns were flickering, and there was an extra piece of paper on the desk in the yard.

   "Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiangrong, spring breeze blows Revlon!"

   On the paper, there was a poem written impressively.

  A slender hand is holding a brush, under this line of poems, but it has not been written for a long time.

   "Fairy, is this poem good?"

   "Poetry is excellent, but I didn't expect a Taoist priest to write such poems. It's really interesting."

   A crisp and sweet voice came from the owner of the thin hand, "Then what should we do now, this kid is very treacherous, and the crisis of Qingfengguan has been resolved."

   "Since it's lifted, let's wait and see what happens. I've been waiting for so many years, so why care about it for a while."

"yes."

  The old woman backed away, she didn't understand why the fairy would be interested in a line of poems, in her opinion, the poems written by humans are moaning without disease and have no effect at all.

  …

  Town God's Temple in Canglan County.

   "Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves. Why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw sandals are light than horses. Who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain will let you live forever."

  In the Temple of the City God, the newly appointed Judge Lu is also scratching his head. He has only one hobby in his life, which is good poetry.

  While listening to the scholars reading this poem in the city yesterday, he was immediately attracted.

  For this reason, he deliberately appeared to pretend to be a scholar to ask people for advice, and only then did he know that these poems were written by a man named Lin Gongzi in Shangyang City.

   And it’s not just this one, every capital is a good poem, but the problem is that these capitals are not perfect.

He is also a scholar, so he naturally knows that he can write such an astonishing masterpiece, and it is impossible not to write the inferior one. He did not write it on purpose, but he will feel uncomfortable if he does not write it. He has been sitting here all day and night, thinking about what he will do. I made it up, but finally found that I was a dog-tailed marten, so I simply gave up.

   "Young Master Lin of Shangyang City, it seems that I can only visit him in person."