I am an authentic immortal, but I am a villain

For Ye Yun, writing poems is a piece of cake, isn't it?

Anyway, there are so many poems in my head.

[Ding! It is detected that the favorability of the important person Qing Yanran towards the master has successfully exceeded 60 points. Congratulations to the master for obtaining 500 villain points!

Currently has a villain value of 97,300 points! ]

Successfully earned 500 villain points.

Although not much, it is still okay.

Getting closer and closer to 100,000, Ye Yun has to work harder.

Seeing that Qing Yanran's eyes always stayed on this poem, her face was slightly rosy, and she was very happy.

Ye Yun couldn't help but chuckle.

"Haha! Yanran, how about my poem? Did it meet your requirements?"

Qing Yanran was already fascinated by it, how could it not meet her requirements.

Suddenly came to her senses, thinking of her performance just now, Qing Yanran couldn't help blushing.

How could a poem make her like this?

Shaking her head quickly, Qing Yanran threw away the messy thoughts in her mind.

"Ahem! Ah Ye, although the poem you wrote is too simple, I still approve of it.

I keep my word. I will pay for your food and accommodation in Qimenglou."

Once such a poem is spread out, everyone will know that it is talking about her, Qing Yanran.

Although it is simple, it is catchy and easy to remember.

This poem may not be recorded in history, but at least it will be known by many people.

Of course it is worth being happy.

It is just to pay for Ye Yun's food and accommodation, Qing Yanran is not bad at this.

Seeing Qing Yanran agreed so generously, Ye Yun gave her a thumbs up.

"Boss is generous!"

"Boss? What is that?"

Qing Yanran obviously didn't know what the word boss meant, so she was quite confused.

"It means the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper is generous."

Ye Yun explained briefly.

Nodding thoughtfully, Qing Yanran carefully rolled up the paper.

She decided to frame the poem and hang it in her room.

There were quite a few people in the hall at this time. Qing Yanran and Ye Yun had a conversation without telling anyone, so many people heard it.

Interested people came over one after another.

They were all very curious about what the poem just now said.

"Miss Qing, what about the poem that the young man just wrote? Let's take a look and open our eyes!"

"Yes! Shopkeeper Qing, I heard it just now. Although this poem is very simple, it praises you to the point that you are rare in the sky and unique on the earth. Let me take a look."

"Shopkeeper Qing..."

...

Unable to bear the guests' requests one by one, Qing Yanran directly called the servants.

"Be careful, don't tear the paper, and you too, look at it, but don't touch it randomly.

If you damage it, be careful that I will turn my face against you."

Qing Yanran herself also likes this poem very much, and Ye Yun wrote it by hand.

Naturally, she doesn't want anyone to damage it.

Say it first and don't mess it up later, so as not to damage it by then.

The people around nodded one after another, and hurriedly said that they would never touch it randomly.

The servants unfolded the scroll on the left and right, revealing the poem written on it.

When seeing the artistic conception expressed in this poem, many people were amazed.

"Wonderful! Although it is just an exaggerated description and the words are very simple, it seems as if you have seen a unique beauty."

"Indeed! It seems simple, but it expresses what you think in your heart, very good!"

"This is not called simple, this is simple but more complex, more virtual than real, wonderful!"

"Why do you look at the poem instead of the person? This poem is written for Shopkeeper Qing. If you ask me, the person is more beautiful than the poem!"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's right, although the poem is beautiful, compared with Shopkeeper Qing, the person is still more beautiful. The content described in this poem is worthy of the name!"

...

Hearing the praise from everyone, Ye Yun just smiled and didn't say anything.

It was just a very simple poem, and he copied it casually.

It was just a slight change.

Since it can be collected and passed down, this poem must be unique.

Qing Yanran was also very happy after hearing the words that people are more beautiful than poems.

No matter who you are, you like to hear beautiful words.

There is no doubt about this.

Even Qing Yanran was naturally in a very good mood after hearing these people's praise.

"Go, serve a pot of good wine to each table of guests. Today, the shopkeeper is in a good mood, so just treat everyone as my treat."

"Yes! Shopkeeper."

The servant hurried down to prepare.

After hearing that Qing Yanran was going to give everyone a pot of wine, the guests around showed joy on their faces.

Since it was the good wine promised by Qing Yanran, it naturally couldn't be bad.

What's more, Qimenglou couldn't sell some low-quality wine.

A group of guests thanked him one after another, and the words of praise were endless.

Carefully rolled up the handwriting of the poem, Qing Yanran would keep it well.

Ye Yun was also ready to go back to the room at this time, so he took the initiative to say goodbye.

"Yanran, if there is nothing else, I will go upstairs to rest first."

Qing Yanran nodded slightly and smiled.

"Aye has been traveling a lot today and has not had a good rest yet. Let's have a good rest tonight.

I will definitely do what I said.

From today until you leave, I will pay for your food and lodging in Qimenglou. You can rest peacefully. "

Seeing Qing Yanran was so generous, Ye Yun couldn't help but smile.

"Since you said so, I will obey your order and stay for a while longer.

You must treat me well next time, otherwise I won't agree. "

Qing Yanran smiled, and she could tell that Ye Yun was joking with her.

"Don't worry, I will never treat you badly. "

Then, Ye Yun took the Yin-Yang puppets upstairs.

Watching Ye Yun's back as he went upstairs, Qing Yanran couldn't move her eyes away for a while.

She recalled the poem praising her, and felt very happy.

No woman can resist the praise of this poem.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night.

The south city of Yaoshi City, Shenhuo Street.

It was already very late, and the surroundings naturally looked much less lively than before.

There were no people strolling on the street, and the night fell into silence.

Tian Shiwu had not taken any action, but was quietly waiting for the right opportunity.

Although he had enough strength to destroy the Shenhuo Sect alone, if he attracted attention, it would inevitably be a bit troublesome.

Of course, Tian Shiwu himself was not afraid of trouble, he was worried about causing trouble to his master Ye Yun.

If that was the case, then he would really be blamed for his death.

When completing a task, it is not just about completing the task, but also about not getting into trouble as much as possible.

This is what a killer should do.