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Chapter 259 Love Saint
A wisp of remnant soul passes through the six heavens of the desire realm, the eighteen heavens of the form realm, the four heavens of the colorless realm, and breaks through the four brahma heavens.

Layer upon layer of clouds, layer upon layer of heavens, no one noticed the clues wherever they passed, but unconsciously, some causal context was affected.

Under the interference of a ray of remnant souls from the future world like ants, the cause and effect of the heavens are chaotic, and the future seems to be evolving in an unknown and uncontrollable direction.

32 Chongtian, Lingxiao 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 broken through many illusions, and fell on a wisp of remnant spirit.

After a while, for some reason, the Jade Emperor shook his head and chuckled lightly, retracted his hand grasping the void, and his eyes once again fell on the group of immortals below.

It was as if everything just now had never happened.

No.30 Sanchong, Taiqing Fairyland Dachitian.

Daode Tianzun is sitting in front of the furnace making alchemy as usual for tens of thousands of years. Two children hold fire fans and fan the fire to the Bagua furnace.

Suddenly, Tianzun paused his hands, and looked at somewhere in the void with surprise on his face.

Raising his hand, a black remnant soul appeared in Tianzun's hand out of thin air.

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

After giving an order, without waiting for the boy to answer, Tianzun disappeared from the front of the gossip furnace and appeared in a quiet room.

"Wonderful! Great!"

Studying the remnant soul in his hand again and again, Tianzun praised twice in succession in the air. He didn't know what idea he thought of, with a slight smile on his face, he raised his hand to wipe the remnant soul, flicked his fingers, and the remnant soul came out of his hand and flew away. 33 Chong Taiqing Wonderland.

No.30 Quadruple, Shangqing Realm Yu Yutian.

Lingbao Tianzun felt something, put down the array map he was studying in his hand, shook his head helplessly, swung his right hand lightly, and a burst of clear air disappeared as if it had disappeared into the void.

Then, Lingbao Tianzun took up the array map again and devoted himself to the previous research, as if everything just now was just done casually.

No.30 five-fold, Yuqing holy land Qingweitian.

Yuanshi Tianzun stopped calculating, with a bit of hesitation on his face, pondered for a moment, and let out a soft humming in his mouth.

"That's it!"

As if extremely impatient, Yuanshi Tianzun waved his sleeves, a slight wave spread out, and Qingweitian once again regained the calmness of thousands of years.

No.30 six major Luotian.

The air of chaos surged and turned into a restriction.

The remnant soul touched the 36th heaven, as if it was blocked by an irresistible force, like a proton hit by the speed of light, it rebounded downward and disappeared in an instant.

"all the time"

From above the 36 heavens, a vague idea was transmitted, and only a few masters in the world captured the vague and incomplete idea.

In the Holy Realm of the Sanqing, the Taoist ancestor of the Sanqing frowned in thought, as if caught in some kind of doubt.

Xumi Shengjing, Mahayana Buddha Kingdom.

The Buddha clasped his hands together and chanted 'Amitabha Buddha', which attracted many bodhisattvas and arhats below to echo in a low voice, but each of them was full of doubts.

world.

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

Meeting with Xiaotiangou and Qin Guan who had been pretending to be dead all night, the three left Wangyue Tower together.

Not long after the three of them left, 'Yan Song' opened the door, settled the debt, and also walked towards his home.

A poetry meeting yesterday, before it was held, did not attract too many people's 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 I was really impressed by Xu Xian's poetry talent.

After yesterday's banquet, many people who left did not rest there, but spontaneously promoted Xu Xian.

In this world, gossip news is always the fastest to pass.

As a result, in just one night and one morning, the news about Xu Xian's poems being completed in three steps, and dozens of poems written in succession, has spread throughout Qiantang County.

After leaving the Moon Tower and walking on the road, Xu Xian could still hear discussions about him.

"Butcher Zhang, here are two catties of hind legs!"

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Cui from the Li family?"

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

"Give!"

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

"Hey, you have so many of them!"

"Whatever is too much, Mr. Cui just eat it."

"What's the point of this?"

Mr. Cui hesitated.

"It's okay. I can't pay for the pig I slaughtered. If Mr. Cui feels embarrassed, how about writing a poem for me?"

"Poems?"

Mr. Cui's face turned dark. Although he is not very knowledgeable and the poems he made have no connotation, it is not reduced to the point where one poem is exchanged for a tael of pork.

"Mr. Cui misunderstood, I didn't want your poems.

You also know that I am an illiterate butcher, so don’t I really like the Xu Hanwen song about the willow tree head on the moon after dusk that came out this morning?
I was afraid that I would forget it after a long time, so I thought about finding someone who could read and write it down. "

Hearing this, Mr. Cui had a clear expression on his face.

"It turns out that Butcher Zhang also likes Xu Hanwen's poems. This matter is easy to talk about."

Xu Xian, who was passing by, heard the conversation and felt the playful eyes from Qin Guan and Xiao Tiangou, his face darkened.

It's easy to say what's hard to say!
When you wrote my poems and hung them on a stall selling pork, have you considered my feelings as the creator?
Yes, the original creator.

Xu Xian was very shameless, and gave these poems his own original name.

After all, the poems I bought at a great price with my skills, why can't I say they are my own originals?

"When the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win the countless people in the world.

Miss, you said that Xu Hanwen is so talented! "

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

Hearing this, a ladylike girl next to the little maid put down the rouge box in her hand and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, if the two have been in love for a long time, this sentence will make people feel fascinated, but it's a pity that the last sentence has not been heard!"

Regarding her young lady's emotion, Xiao Taohong nodded with concern on her face, "That's right, if you can get the complete lyrics of this song and let you sing it, I believe that within three months, you can earn enough money." The ransom money."

As she said that, Xiao Taohong changed her tone of regret, and put on an expectant expression, "However, if Miss can win the song "When Will the Moon Come?", I believe it will also attract a lot of guests."

Xu Xian was ashamed to listen to the discussion between the two of them later.

Damn it, I thought that my poems would attract some kind of ladies from all over the world, so that the other party would secretly agree with me.

In the end, after listening to it for a long time, it turned out to be a brothel busker who fell in love with the earning power of his poems.

This... what is this called!
Listening to the comments related to his poems that came from time to time, Xu Xian walked faster and faster, and his white and tender face became darker and darker.

At this moment, Xiao Tiangou was still rushing to flirt.

"Boy, speaking of it, the last sentence of your two feelings has not been made public until now.

I said you, don't hide it, take it out quickly, and the girls can make a profitable living, right? "

Although the words were high-sounding, but from the playful expression on Xiaotiangou's 'dog face', Xu Xian could guess that the other party's real intention was to hurt him.

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

then
"That's right, Hanwen, speaking of your last poem, I really want to know it.

Don't hide it! "

Hearing this, Xu Xian's footsteps stopped, looking at his good friend who looked forward to him, Xu Xian was so angry.

Teammate pig, that dog is obviously hurting himself, saying that his poems can only be used to sing songs in brothels, and you are rushing to help him.

Are we good friends, or do you have some inexplicable relationship with this dog?
It's just that, since it's all said and done, it's hard for him to hide it.

After stopping, Xu Xian rolled his eyes angrily.

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?"

After finishing speaking, Xu Xian ignored Qin Guan who was standing there in a daze, and walked straight towards his home.

"If the two feelings last for a long time, especially in the morning and evening!

Good words, good sentences, good feelings! "

"The amazing value from Xin Shishiniang is +134!"

Just two steps away, Xu Xian heard a system notification sound.

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

"The amazing value from Xiaotiangou +666!"

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

"From."

A lot of amazing values ​​came rushing in, which brought some comfort to Xu Xian's heart.

When Xu Xian and Qin Guan parted ways and took Xiao Tiangou home with them, the full version of Xu Xian's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" had already spread at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

While continuously providing Xu Xian with [-] awesome points, it also made more people become fans of Xu Xian.

So much so that Xu Xian, who went home with a dark face, didn't know that before he opened the door of his house, outside, his fans had already given him a very prestigious nickname - Love Saint!
Yes, because Xu Xian is good at writing poems, especially love poems.

Of the dozens of poems last night, almost all of them were 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.

God damn lover, God is pitiful, he is 17 years old, although he is at the age of believing in love and looking forward to love.

But really. He has never been in a relationship!
As an innocent little virgin who has never been in a relationship, and has never even flirted with a girl, you just give me the name of a lover.

Will your conscience not ache?
Of course, no matter how much reluctance and resentment Xu Xian felt in his heart, the title of 'Sage of Love' was still confirmed.

Until three days later, when Xu Xian and Qin Guan left Qiantang with Xiaotiangou, almost everyone in Qiantang County knew about his name as a lover.

(End of this chapter)