A wisp of remnant soul passes through the six heavens of the desire realm, eighteen days of the color realm, four days out of the colorless realm, and four Brahma days.

A heavy cloud, a layer of heavens, everywhere passed, no one found the clue, but unconsciously, it affected a bit of cause and effect.

Under the interference of a remnant soul from the future world like an ant, the heavens are chaotic in cause and effect, and the future is ..... It seems to be evolving in an unknown and uncontrollable direction.

Thirty-two heavens, Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

The Jade Emperor, who was watching the discussion of the immortals below, suddenly felt something, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be able to break through the vainness, and fell on a wisp of remnant spirit.

After a while, I don't know what I thought, the Jade Emperor shook his head and chuckled, withdrew his hand that was grasping the void, and his eyes fell on the immortals below again.

It's as if nothing had just happened before.

The thirty-third heavy, Taiqing Wonderland Great Red Sky.

Daode Tianzun, as usual for thousands of years, was sitting in front of the furnace for alchemy, and the two children were holding fire fans and fanning the fire against the gossip furnace.

Suddenly, Tianzun's hand moved, and his face looked at somewhere in the void with surprise.

As soon as his hand was raised, a black remnant soul appeared in Tianzun's hand out of thin air.

"Tong'er, it's good to watch the fire!"

With a command, without waiting for the boy to answer, Tianzun's figure disappeared from the gossip furnace and appeared in a quiet room.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

Studying the remnant soul in his hand repeatedly, Tianzun exclaimed twice in the air in succession, I don't know what idea he came up with, he showed a slight smile on his face, raised his hand and wiped it on the remnant soul, and with a flick of his fingers, the remnant soul came out of his hand and flew away from the thirty-three Taiqing Immortal Realm.

The thirty-fourth is the upper halal realm Yu Yutian.

Lingbao Tianzun felt something, put down the array diagram he was studying in his hand, shook his head helplessly, waved his right hand lightly, and a clear qi seemed to disappear into the void.

Then, Lingbao Tianzun picked up the formation diagram again and threw himself into the previous research, as if everything just now was just a casual one.

The thirty-fifth weight, the Yuqing Holy Realm is clear and micro-heavenly.

Yuan Shi Tianzun stopped calculating, his face was a little hesitant, he pondered for a moment, and let out an arrogant snort from his mouth.

"That's it!"

As if extremely impatient, Yuan Shi Tianzun waved his sleeves, and a slight fluctuation dispersed, and Qingwei Tian once again regained the calm it had been for thousands of years.

The thirty-sixth major Luo Tian.

The chaotic aura surged, turning into a prohibition.

The remnant soul touched the thirty-six heavens, as if it was blocked by an irresistible force, like a proton hit by the speed of light, bounced downward, and disappeared in an instant.

"All the time"

From the top of the thirty-six heavens, a vague idea was transmitted, and only a few bigwigs in the heavens and the earth captured the vague and incomplete thoughts.

In the Sanqing Holy Realm, the Sanqing Dao Ancestor frowned and pondered, as if he had fallen into some kind of doubt.

Sumeru Victory, Mahayana Buddha Country.

The Buddha clasped his hands together and chanted 'Amitabha', which caused many Bodhisattvas and Arhats below to echo in low voices, but they were full of doubts.

Room.

After waking up until dawn, Xu Xian stretched his waist and got up from the bed.

Hui and the Roaring Sky Dog and Qin Guan, who pretended to be dead for a night, and the three of them left the Moon Tower together.

Soon after the three of them left, 'Yan Song' pushed open the door, settled the arrears, and also walked in the direction of his home.

Yesterday's poetry meeting, before it was held, did not attract too much attention, after all, the level of this kind of poetry meeting is not too high.

However.....

I don't know if I drank too much yesterday, or if I was really impressed by Xu Xian's poetic talent.

After the banquet was dispersed yesterday, many of the people who left did not rest, but spontaneously promoted Xu Xian.

In this world, the fastest delivery is always gossip news.

So much so, in just one night and one morning, the matter of Xu Xian's poetry meeting being exported into chapters, poems in three steps, and dozens of poems in a row has spread throughout Qiantang County.

Out of the Moon Tower, walking on the road, Xu Xian could still hear discussions about him.

"Butcher Zhang, come two catties of hind leg meat!"

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Cui in the Li Mansion?"

Butcher Zhang skillfully cut pork for Mr. Cui, one weighing, two catties and one tael.

"Give!"

After receiving the money for two catties of meat, Butcher Zhang directly wrapped the meat in oiled paper and handed it to Mr. Cui.

"Oh, you're ...... That's a lot! ”

"What's too much, Mr. Cui just takes it and eats it."

"This ..... How embarrassing is that. ”

Mr. Choi hesitated.

"It's okay, I can't pay for the pigs I slaughtered, if Mr. Cui feels embarrassed, why don't you help me write a poem?"

"Poetry?"

Mr. Cui's face was dark, although he was not very knowledgeable, and the poems he made had no connotation, he would not fall to the point of exchanging a poem for one or two pork.

"Mr. Cui misunderstood, not for your poems.

You also know, I'm an illiterate pig killer, don't I particularly like the song in Xu Hanwen this morning about after dusk?

I was afraid that I would forget it after a long time, so I thought about finding a literate person to write it down. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Cui was clear.

"It turns out that Butcher Zhang also likes the poetry of Xu Hanwen, this matter is easy to say, easy to say."

Xu Xian, who was passing by from the side, listened to this conversation and felt the playful gaze from Qin Guan and the Roaring Sky Dog, and his face darkened.

It's easy to say what to say!

You wrote my poems and hung them on a stall selling pork, did you consider my feelings as an original creator?

Yes, the original.

Xu Xian was very shameless, and put these poems under his original name.

After all...... Why can't I say that the poems I bought with my ability and value are my own original?

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Miss, why are you so talented when you say this Xu Hanwen! ”

When passing by the door of a rouge shop, the voice of a little maid inside came, successfully attracting Xu Xian's attention.

Hearing this, a girl beside the little maid who was full of everyone's beautiful temperament put down the rouge box in her hand and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, if the two love for a long time..... This sentence makes people leisurely and fascinating, but it's a pity.... The latter sentence did not come out! ”

Regarding her own young lady's emotion, Xiao Taohong nodded with a concerned face, "That's it, if you can get this complete song and sing it by you, Miss, I believe that in less than three months, you will be able to earn enough money to redeem yourself." ”

As she spoke, Xiao Taohong's tone changed with some pity, and she changed to an expectant expression, "However, if Miss can win that bright moon, I believe it will also attract a lot of guests." ”

Regarding the discussion between the two later, Xu Xian didn't have the face to listen to it anymore.

Damn, I thought that my poems would attract some of the ladies, so that the other party secretly promised him a heart.

Outcome..... After listening to it for a long time, it turned out to be a Qinglou performer, and he fell in love with the earning ability of his poems.

This...... What is this called?

Listening to the discussions related to his poems from time to time, Xu Xian's feet were getting faster and faster, and his white and tender little white face was getting darker and darker.

At this moment, the whistling dog was still rushing to tease.

"Boy, speaking of which, if the last sentence of your two feelings for a long time has not been made public until now.

I said you, don't hide it, take it out quickly, and the girls can have one more money-making business. ”

Although it was high-sounding, from the playful expression on the 'dog face' of the roaring dog, Xu Xian could guess the other party's original intention of harming himself.

Therefore, Xu Xian snorted coldly, expressing his disdain for talking to a dog.

And then.....

"Yes, Hanwen, speaking of your last poem, I really want to know.

Don't hide it! ”

Hearing this, Xu Xian's footsteps paused, looking at his good friend with an expectant face, Xu Xian's heart was angry.

This..... Pig teammate, that dog is obviously hurting himself, saying that his poems can only be used to sing in the Qinglou, and you are still rushing to help him.

Are we good friends, or do you have some indescribable relationship with this dog?

It's just that when it comes to this, it's hard for him to hide it.

After stopping, Xu Xian rolled his eyes angrily.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight."

After speaking, Xu Xian ignored Qin Guan, who was standing in place, and walked straight in the direction of his house.

"If the relationship between the two is long-lasting, especially in the ..... Morning and twilight!

Good words, good sentences, good feelings! ”

"T value +134 from Xin Shi Niang!"

As soon as he took two steps, Xu Xian's ears sounded with the system's prompt sound.

This voice seemed to wake up everyone who heard his last words.

"+666 awesome from the Howling Dog!"

"The awesome value from Qin Guan is +321!"

"From ......"

A lot of values flocked in, which brought some comfort to Xu Xian's heart.

When Xu Xian and Qin Guan separated and went home with the Roaring Sky Dog, the complete version of Xu Xian's "Queqiao Immortal" had already spread at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

While constantly providing Xu Xian with 3.5 points, it also allows more people to be successfully fans of Xu Xian.

So much so that Xu Xian, who went home with a black face, didn't know that before he pushed open the door of his house, outside, his fans had already given him a very high nickname - Love Saint!

Yes, because Xu Xian is good at writing poetry, especially love poems.

Last night, there were more than a dozen songs, almost all of which wrote about the love between men and women.

Therefore, Xu Xian's fans gave him a nickname - Love Saint.

When he heard his nickname, Xu Xian's face, which had already softened a lot, darkened again.

He is seventeen years old this year, although he is at the age of believing in love and looking forward to love.

But really.... He hasn't been in love once!

As an innocent little virgin who has never been in love, and has never even flirted with a girl, you just give me the name of a love saint.

Won't your conscience hurt?

Of course, no matter how much Xu Xian is unwilling to be angry in his heart, the name of 'Love Saint' is still confirmed.

Until three days later, when Xu Xian and Qin Guan left Qiantang together with the Roaring Sky Dog, almost everyone in the entire Qiantang County knew about the name of his love saint.