It’s winter, but I don’t see much snow.

Originally, the more you go north, the easier it is to see snow. What’s interesting is that Shanghai is in a clear and refreshing winter, but it is falling in Hangzhou. The snowflakes fall in this paradise-like city, which makes it more white and charming.

Mo Fan also understood why Xinxia came here, which was different from her country boy who was dedicated to the big city. Perhaps what she wanted was just such tranquility and beauty, a mountain, a water, a bridge, and a city.

Xinxia's school is also very close to West Lake. Mo Fan did not rush to pick her up when he arrived in Hangzhou and took her around with interest.

I slowly walked through the long Su Dike, with willows on both sides, and the further was the shimmering waves. The further was the scattered mountains, with peaks, temples, pavilions, and on the other side were a bunch of tall buildings, reflected in the lake.

After passing Sudi and arriving at the Leifeng Pagoda Scenic Area, Mo Fan looked up at the new tower and looked at the old site. While thinking about something, a person next to him who looked like a local said mysteriously: "Brother, it's the first time I'm here. Hehe, the one you see is the base of the Leifeng Pagoda. I heard from the old man that a white snake had been dug out here!"

"White snake, how big?" Mo Fan asked with interest.

"It must be so thick." As he said that, the dark-faced local man made a hug gesture.

"So big?" Mo Fan was also stunned.

Damn, such a big snake, is it all demons?

"No, no one killed it at that time. In the end, a master at that time almost exhausted his life and sealed it..." The locals looked around, as if they were talking about a big secret.

"I can't kill you even if you kill me. It's so awesome. Where is the final seal?" Mo Fan asked with the flow.

"Well, it may be in the Xinleifeng Pagoda, or under the Broken Bridge, it may be in the Three Pools and Moon, or near Baidi. Look, I have a guide manual here, which not only introduces this legend, but also guides for other scenic spots. It costs five yuan per book. When I saw that my brother is a person who likes to explore and seek the truth. In view of the fact that you may be a destined person, I will sell you four yuan per person." said the dark local.

"Four dollars is quite cheap. But this big brother, I think the story of this big snake is not particularly attractive. If you talk about this big snake into a human being, turn into a fairy-like woman, and then meet a young man on the Broken Bridge. The two of them were lingering and moved, and finally they were unable to see them by a master, so they sealed the female snake spirit under the Leifeng Tower... Print out the booklet of this story and ask someone to draw a few beautiful pictures. Many little girls and young people will buy it. For the sake of being destined to be with you, I will sell you for a cheaper price, and it will cost 9 yuan!" Mo Fan said with his eyebrows raised.

The dark local man was stunned and felt that the young man was quite reasonable. The problem was, why did he have to pay for it by himself?

Xinxia, ​​sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't stop laughing as she listened to Mo Fan and the man selling maps, and said seriously nonsense.

They fooled and ended up in a hurry without selling anything.

After seeing the person who was selling the map left, Mo Fan continued to push Xinxia around the tower and said, "This person is so unsense, I have never heard of the new White Snake Legend."

"I haven't heard of it, either." Xinxia said.

"Oh, isn't there here? I thought the history here is completely consistent, and this kind of myth and legend should be the same." Mo Fan was a little surprised.

"I don't understand what you said?" Xinxia said with a confused look on her face.

"Didn't I tell you that I am a man from another world, and I don't learn magic there. Although there are Qin, Sui, and Tang dynasties, it seems that because animals become monsters, some myths and stories have become inconsistent." Mo Fan said.

Xinxia couldn't help but mutter: "I'm not a child anymore, how could I believe these words?"

"Even you don't believe me, it seems that I will never be able to prove that I am an alien." Mo Fan said with a wry smile.

"But you are still you." Xinxia said.

Mo Fan was slightly stunned. Originally, he just wanted to use this method to mock himself, but suddenly Xinxia's words made Mo Fan think deeply and relieve him.

Seeing that Mo Fan became silent, Xinxia thought she was saying something wrong, and whispered to the topic: "Brother Mo Fan, one of my history teachers said that the people in our Bocheng are very special."

"How do you say it?" Mo Fan asked.

"Do you remember the Holy Spring of Di? It has a long history, which is enough to date back to more than 200 AD." Xinxia said.

"That's right. After nearly two thousand years, many stories must have happened around this Holy Spring... Then why are the people in our Bocheng special?" Mo Fan said.

"The teacher said that the people in Bocheng are actually probably the guardians of the Holy Springs of the Earth. Bocheng used to be just a small village. Under the order of an ancient king, the guardians have been protecting the Holy Springs of the Earth for generations. However, as time goes by, the guardians continue to reproduce, turning a village into a town. After many years, the town becomes a city. The entry of people from outsiders, the change of ownership of the city, and the overthrow of feudal society... Bocheng has become what it is now. The so-called guardians have long disappeared in these long years, or the people in the entire Bocheng are guardians..." Xinxia said seriously.

Mo Fan listened attentively and couldn't help but think of the people from the Black Holy See.

Those black churches obviously destroyed Bocheng with some purpose. Could it be that the Bocheng disaster is related to this so-called Guardian history??

However, this is probably two thousand years ago. Is it really that important that the guardian is not the guardian?

Their goal is the Holy Spring??

Di Shengquan is now in his own hands. So what the people in the Black Holy See have always been held by themselves?

Damn, that's not very dangerous.

The Black Holy See can really do anything like the livestock. The slaughter of a city and the bloody warning days are still vivid in Mo Fan.

"What else did your history teacher say?" Mo Fan asked.

"He also speculated based on some historical records. He said that if he wanted to understand the truth, he might find it in a tomb. However, the undead creatures in that tomb are quite terrible. So far, no magician dared to truly step into that mysterious tomb." Xinxia said.

"Tomb, what tomb?" Mo Fan continued to ask.

"There is a tomb in the ancient capital, which is the most famous place of the dead in our country. Brother Mo Fan, do you not listen carefully in class?"
Chapter completed!