Chapter 47: The Poet Immortal

A gentle breeze.

A fragrance of flowers accompanied by this wind drifting from nowhere, flew over the ancient house, swept over the autumn water, waded through the crowd, and walked through every corner of the ancient city of Yangzhou.

The floral scent grew stronger in the slightly warm sunlight.

It is also strange to say that it is clearly the same kind of flower, but this floral fragrance is also light and intense.

It is faint like clear tea, sweet and sweet. It is as strong as a fine wine, mellow and long.

Passers-by didn't have time to taste this one, and the fragrance of the next flower rushed to their faces.

Many passers-by smelled this strange scent, and they looked around but found that there were no flowers growing around.

As far as the eye can see, most of the grass grows on the ground, which has nothing to do with the fragrance of flowers.

When they smelled the fragrance of the flowers again, they could only shake their heads helplessly and brushed their sleeves away.

At this moment, Lin Xuan, Shen Xingzhi and She Xiaofeng were sitting together in a pastry shop in the ancient city of Yangzhou and tasting osmanthus cakes.

They sat in the attic and saw the surprise of the passers-by in the distance.

She Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile, he took a sip of tea and said slowly: "I finally know why this pastry shop in the ancient city of Yangzhou is famous in the Great Zhou! I finally understand why the pastry chef over there regards the ancient city of Yangzhou as a holy place!"

He reached out and carefully broke open a piece of pastry, then eagerly tossed it into his mouth.

This pastry cake is soft and moist, the entrance is slag, the taste is excellent, and it has a strong osmanthus fragrance.

After chewing it, you will find that it is unusually soft and glutinous, sweet and refreshing, giving people a feeling of endless aftertaste.

The nose moves slightly, and when you sniff it gently, the fragrant and delicious breath spreads and lingers around the nose, making people salivate.

Smell its fragrance, and feel relaxed. Pay for its cake, how to get the word "fragrant"!

This is the unique osmanthus cake of the ancient city of Yangzhou, and the fragrance of the city is emitted by this small osmanthus cake in the hand.

It is said that the fragrance of osmanthus cake made by this pastry shop can drift ten miles away.

Whether it's true or not, this osmanthus cake is enough to withstand the name of delicious in the world.

Lin Xuan gently chewed the osmanthus cake in his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile.

Even people like him have to admit that this pastry is indeed a peerless delicacy!

He had never eaten such a delicious pastry!

Rise.

Lin Xuan glanced at Shen Xingzhi, who was sitting on the opposite side meticulously eating osmanthus cake, and then smiled again.

He was sitting in the sun, bathed in the cold wind. A green silk rose with the wind, and at the same time, it also drove the dancing white robe on the body.

His appearance is already handsome and evil, and the shallow smile that is revealed when the corners of his mouth are slightly raised at this time is enough to break the hearts of ninety percent of women.

Looking at Lin Xuan's smile, the beautiful woman who was watching here couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart, and instantly blushed.

He ...... Is he the Immortal Sword Lin Xuan?"

"He's so good-looking, how can he be a bad guy? Did Daddy misunderstand him...... Lin Gongzi doesn't look like a bad guy no matter how he looks at it!" someone whispered.

"The appearance is good, and the expression is also beautiful. Lin Gongzi is a talented person, and I don't know who ruined his reputation!"

Another woman sighed, with a deep sense of admiration on her face: "Lin Gongzi is so pitiful...... He was born so good-looking, why should he be wronged!"

The clouds on the horizon gradually receded, and I looked up.

I saw that the sky was full of beautiful glass.

Lin Xuan's robe was snow-white and spotless.

The slender and graceful fingers held the pale white osmanthus cake, and the long sword eyebrows matched the face, forming a seductive posture.

He showed a smile, even a glimpse was enough to make people intoxicated, and many women downstairs were unconsciously attracted to him and looked up at him stupidly.

A woman's eyes were misty, and she sighed faintly: "It turns out that he is a poet...... Originally, I was still attached to the poet immortal, thinking how a mere mortal could use this title, but I never thought that the poet immortal Lin Gongzi would have such a demeanor!"

"Shixian...... Yes, what other name is worthy of him besides Shixian?"

Lin Xuan's magnificent poetry and chic demeanor surprised them, and at this time, there were even many beauties in the ancient city of Yangzhou who secretly regarded Lin Xuan as their dream lover.

Lin Xuan's swordsmanship is exquisite, and he is now the most famous person in the rivers and lakes in the past ten years.

Moreover, he is dignified, others praise him for being extremely good-looking, and many young ladies who have not yet come out of the cabinet have secretly loved him.

In addition, a few days ago, he made a splash at the poetry meeting, and his outstanding literary brilliance shocked the entire Great Zhou literary circle.

Many famous poets and talents sighed to themselves after reading Lin Xuan's poems, and had the idea of learning from Lin Xuan.

The most important point is that he seems to be extremely incompatible with Liang Xue Ji!

Ryukueki Hime...... She is the enemy of almost all women in the world!

After seeing the peerless Liang Xue Ji, many women who boast good looks will have a sense of frustration and even jealousy in their hearts......

When the other women heard that Lin Xuan was throwing a sword at the other party in public, they secretly applauded, wishing that they were also present at the time, and they couldn't help Lin Xuan.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend, not to mention that Lin Xuan is still such an excellent man.

All kinds of deeds add up, so that Lin Xuan has gradually become the object of many young women's hearts.

Not long ago, the king in Yangzhou City went to ask the shopkeeper for his son.

The object of courtship is the pearl of the horse shopkeeper's house, and the son of Wang Yuanwai is famous, and he is a well-known gangster. And the shopkeeper loves his daughter very much, so he will definitely not agree to this marriage.

At that time, the daughter of the shopkeeper didn't wait for her to refuse the marriage for her, so she directly said that if she wanted to marry, she had to marry a man like Shixian Lin Xuan.

Wang Yuanwai's face was naturally gloomy, but he couldn't refute it, so he had no choice but to give up. To be honest, the children of his own family are idle all day long, and they are indeed far away from Lin Xuan.

People like to gossip about this kind of gossip before and after tea, so soon, the troubles of the Wang family spread throughout the ancient city of Yangzhou.

The title of Lin Xuan Shixian was also born from this.

Listening to the words of everyone in the audience, She Xiaofeng sneered, and his tone was full of ridicule: "Shixian! I can't see that Brother Lin has such a reputation in Yangzhou City, which makes the little brother so envious!"

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly and did not say anything.

He didn't see the point in doing so.

Yes, there is no point.

They are just like the women who liked to chase stars in their previous lives, they are purely wasting time and life.

In previous lives, there were many women who blindly worshipped their idols, and no matter what their idols did, they felt that it was right. Even if the idol is really wrong, they will find all kinds of reasons to excuse the idol.

A hundred years later, how do they face the loneliness in their hearts and the emptiness that is scattered all over the ground?

The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.

With yesterday's unscrupulousness, bury the remorse of red peach blossoms and green plantains.

Ren years left a few lines of vicissitudes of tears on his fingertips, and the words rhymed, and he cried in low tones when he was old......

The flowers fall and the water flows red, there are thousands of sorrows, and there is no word to complain about the east wind.

......

Boring!

It's boring!

Lin Xuan turned his head and his gaze drifted to the backyard of the pastry shop.

One by one, osmanthus trees came into his eyes.

The osmanthus tree is not very tall, and its small, thin leaves grow loosely on the weak branches. Hidden under the leaves are yellow flowers, like stars studded in the night sky.

The osmanthus tree is very ordinary, and the leaves that can be seen everywhere show that it is just an ordinary tree.

But the fragrance it carries makes this ordinary become extraordinary, and makes this ordinary a kind of dedication.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the ordinariness of the osmanthus tree that the osmanthus has the capital of fragrant ten miles.

Perhaps it is precisely because the osmanthus tree is willing to be ordinary and willing to dedicate itself that it has the fragrance of osmanthus that is famous all over the world.

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

That's what it is...... Osmanthus tree!

With a breeze, Lin Xuan turned his head.

He saw the scattered leaves, long since rotting beside the deep roots.

Will it succeed and ten thousand bones will wither?

But I don't want to be a foil to the green leaves, I don't want to be ordinary!

The breeze and drizzle are cool in autumn, and the autumn breeze touches the fragrance of wet flowers, and watches a row of geese fly across the brilliant sky.

Practice!

I, Lin Xuan, have practiced for half my life and have done nothing, and today, I finally understand where the road is!

His gaze was slightly condensed, and his eyes were like deep pools of secluded springs, exuding bursts of coldness.

His previous goal was to live forever, and the Roc rose with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles.

Lin Xuan didn't think about whether this could be successful, since he chose a distant place, he only cared about the wind and rain!

He didn't think about it, whether there would be a cold wind and cold rain behind him, since the target was above the sky, why should he be greedy and roll red dust!

"Haha!

Lin Xuan smiled, laughing unscrupulously.

The mood that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time was swept away with this laughter, and he seemed to feel that he had broken free from some kind of shackles and had been reborn!

He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it down.

His eyes showed a terrifying essence, and his whole body exuded a fierce temperament.

At this moment, he was sharp.

Shen Xingzhi and She Xiaofeng looked at Lin Xuan dumbfounded, they didn't know what happened to Lin Xuan.

But they knew that he had changed.

Although he also had a sharp edge before, he was not as dazzling and dazzling as he is now.

It might be said that it ...... High!

Lin Xuan had a change when he went out in the morning, until now!

So...... What happened last night?

Lin Xuan rubbed the broken sorrow sword at his waist in high spirits, his eyes showed embarrassment, and his eyebrows were also full of emotion.

Broken sorrow?

To this day, I still haven't been able to give up......

Buzz!

The Broken Sorrow Sword trembled slightly, as if it was expressing its thoughts like Lin Xuan.

"Good!"

He laughed and drank another cup of tea.

Today's epiphany ripples with a sadness in the memory, and that memory is still lingering and melodious.

And the things that have been done have long been done......

A dream in life, white clouds and dogs, wrong, right, right, grievances, but the sun and the moon are silent, the water passes without a trace, and there is just a little obsession.