As for Bai Suzhen, in Xu Xian's opinion, this is just a small ordeal on his way to rise, and patience will pass.

What's more, as time went by, he had gradually become accustomed to Bai Suzhen's roughness, and sometimes when he was ravaged, he even had a very pleasant emotion in his heart.

"Good poetry..."

"Brother Han Wen has another famous poem born today, when the floating white..."

"Brother Han Wen is not only brilliant in literature, but after being snatched away by the herring essence, he was even more immortal, and brought back a room of beautiful wives, who are not shallow, and envy others..."

"I heard that Brother and Mrs. Han Wen are from the fairy gate, this beautiful woman bravely fights demons, and the matter of saving a talented man should be a good story..."

…

With the fall of Xu Xian's poem "Looking at the Waterfall", a group of talented people at the poetry meeting applauded, and the voices of praise were endless.

Some of the celebrities who participated in the poetry meeting had even more brilliant eyes in their eyes, and their faces were full of spring.

Although this small stone house waterfall is only a dozen zhang high, not 3,000 feet in the poem, it is common to use some exaggerated techniques in poetry and songs.

"Everyone, be quiet, come to participate in this poetry meeting today, Xu Xian has something to announce." When everyone's praise gradually subsided, Xu Xian's hands pressed slightly, and said lightly.

"After today, I, Xu Hanwen, will concentrate on cultivating immortals, not writing poems and songs..."That's right, Xu Hanwen came to participate in the poetry meeting today, in addition to wanting to pretend to be forced at the end, the most important thing is to announce the "sealing of the pen".

Although he still has a lot of ancient poems in his mind, if he continues to play a great talent, he can support it for a while, and thousands of years later, there should be a great writer named Xu Hanwen in the history of this world.

If there were no immortal cultivators and demons in this world, Xu Xian wouldn't mind being a famous writer in history, but now...

Hehe, how can there be a good immortal cultivator in the copying of the text? Immortality, free world, this is the life that a traveler should live.

"Don't..."

"Brother Hanwen is only eight buckets, and he will definitely go down in history in the future, how can he destroy his future?"

"Yes, Brother Han Wen, the fairy road is ethereal and difficult, you must think carefully..."

As Xu Xian's voice fell, a group of talented people hurriedly persuaded.

Of course, it can be seen from the unconcealable jealousy in their eyes that although these people keep saying that they are for Xu Xian's good, their true thoughts in their hearts may not have any good intentions.

After all, everyone was originally a scholar who was sad and sad, and now you have suddenly secretly boiled your head and turned into a cultivator who can fly to the sky and live a long life, how can everyone not be jealous of this gap?

"Everyone, Xu Xian has made up his mind, so there is no need to persuade..."

"Drink this cup of wine, from now on there is no talented Xu Hanwen in the world, there is only one Xu Xian who is dedicated to seeking the Tao..."

Soon after returning to Suzhou, Bai Suzhen taught him an exercise called "Qinglian Jue", although his qualifications are not good, but with Bai Suzhen, a wife who knows how to make alchemy, his strength will naturally not be slow.

In just half a month, he had already completed the foundation building and became a cultivator.

Although it is not yet possible to cross the void in the sky, it is still possible to cross the river with a reed and step on the snow without a trace.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gooshuang Xueming..."

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles..."

…

As Xu Xian's singing gradually faded away, all the talented people and young ladies under the waterfall fell silent.

"Isn't it good luck to marry a cultivator's daughter-in-law? What are you proud of..."In the crowd, I don't know who suddenly muttered a word, expressing everyone's thoughts.

…

Halfway up the mountain, in a corner that everyone couldn't see, Xu Xian fell into a bamboo forest panting, his face pale.

Although he forcibly pretended to be forced just now, he himself was not comfortable, and he had already consumed all the true qi in his body by simply gliding for such a small distance.

"Fortunately, this place is not far from the city, otherwise in my current state, I am afraid that I will not even be able to go back home." The weakness of the exhaustion of internal strength made Xu Xian a little shaky, picked up a piece of dry bamboo, supported the ground, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Amitabha, donor stay." Just as Xu Xian was about to walk out of the bamboo forest, a Buddha horn sounded behind him.

Turning around and seeing the person who spoke, Xu Xian's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

This is a monk who looks to be about thirty years old, with a white face and no beard, wearing a bright yellow robe, holding a demon-slaying pestle in one hand, a bowl in the other, and two earlobes hanging down to his shoulders.

"What's the point of the master stopping the boy?" Xu Xian clasped his hands together and made a gesture, a little puzzled.

Although Fahai will block him after the combination of himself and Bai Suzhen in the plot, judging from the timeline, it is not yet the time for Fahai to appear.

Moreover, this monk is also very different from the appearance of Fahai in his memory, so Xu Xian didn't think much about it.

"The poor monk is a monk of Jinshan Temple, Fahai..."

"I see that the donor is full of demons, and there seems to be a demon at home, and when he meets a poor monk, he is fated..."

"The poor monk can't bear to be killed by the monster, so this is called the main benefactor..."The old monk slowly walked in front of Xu Xian, with a strange emotion in his eyes.

"The master laughed, how could a scholar have anything to do with demons? Xiaosheng still had an old mother to take care of in his family, so he retired first. Hearing that this monk blew himself up, Xu Xian's hairs instantly stood on end, and a layer of white sweat rose on his back.

After hurriedly dropping such a sentence, he hurriedly staggered out of the bamboo forest, and walked down the mountain with a panicked expression.

Nima, why did this Fahai come out in advance? If he was abused by Bai Suzhen in Qingcheng Mountain before, Xu Xian would have wished that Fahai would appear and save himself from the sea of suffering.

But now that he had just tasted the sweetness of cultivating immortals, and Bai Suzhen had even promised to give him a piece after refining the Seven Star Pill, how could he let Fahai mix his good deeds?

"Looks like you've forgotten about me... But it doesn't matter, with me, no one will want to hurt you..."Looking at Xu Xian who left in a hurry, Huang Chao, who was alias Fahai, did not stop him, but looked at the direction of his disappearance with soft eyes, and there was a hint of remembrance in his eyes.

When he was beaten out of the village by a stick, he injured the male lifeline, and under the pressure of hunger and cold, he was exiled to Suzhou City.

Huang Chao, who was seriously injured and physically exhausted in the heavy rain in Suzhou that day, could sense that death could come at any time, and he let out a weak wail, praying that passers-by would notice him and save his life.

But the pedestrians only glanced at him in a hurry, and ignored him, a little beggar in rags...