A wisp of residual soul passed through the sixth level of the desire realm, passed through the eighteen heavens of the form realm, left the four heavens of the formless realm, and broke through the four Brahma heavens.

There are many clouds and layers of heaven, and no one finds clues wherever he passes, but it unknowingly affects some causal veins.

Under the interference of a wisp of residual souls from the future world like an ant, the cause and effect of the heavens are in chaos, and the future seems to be evolving in an unknown and uncontrollable direction.

Thirty-two Heaven, Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor, who was watching the immortals below discussing affairs, suddenly felt something, and suddenly looked up, his eyes as if they could break through the numerous falsehoods and fell on a wisp of residual spirit.

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

It seemed as if everything just now had never happened.

The 33rd level is the Taiqing Fairyland Da Chitian.

As usual, the Heavenly Lord of Morality was sitting in front of the furnace to refine alchemy. Two children held fire fans in their hands and fanned fire at the Bagua furnace.

Suddenly, the Tianzun paused his hand and looked at somewhere in the void with surprise.

With his hand raised, a black residual soul appeared out of thin air on the hands of the Heavenly Lord.

"Children, I'm so excited to see the fire!"

He gave an order, and without waiting for the boy to answer, the body of the Heavenly Lord disappeared from the Bagua Furnace and appeared in a quiet room.

"Wonderful! Great!"

After studying the residual soul in his hand repeatedly, Tianzun exclaimed twice in the air. He didn't know what idea he thought of, and a chuckled smile on his face. He raised his hand and stroked his fingers. The residual soul escaped from his hand and flew away from the thirty-third level of Taiqing Fairyland.

The 34th level, Yu Yutian, Shangqing Zhen Realm.

Lingbao Tianzun felt something, and put down the formation diagram in his hand that was being studied, shook his head helplessly, waved his right hand lightly, and a clear air seemed to sink into the void and disappeared.

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

The 35th level is the sacred realm of the Jade and Qingwei Tian.

Yuanshi Tianzun stopped counting, with a little hesitation on his face, pondered for a moment, and let out a proud hum.

"Forget it!"

As if extremely impatient, Yuanshi Tianzun waved his sleeves, and a gentle wave dissipated, and Qingweitian returned to the peace that had been around for thousands of years.

The 36th major Luo Tian.

The chaotic energy surged and turned into a forbidden force.

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

"All the time"

From above the thirty-sixth level of heaven, a vague thought was transmitted, and only a few bigwigs in the world captured the vague thoughts.

In the Three Pure Land, the Three Pure Dao Ancestor frowned and pondered, as if he was trapped in some kind of doubt.

The supreme realm of Sumeru, the Mahayana Buddha Kingdom.

The Buddha clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha" which caused many Bodhisattvas and Arhats below to echo in a low voice, but they were all full of doubts.

world.

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

After pretending to be dead for a night, the three of them left the Moon Tower together.

Shortly after the three left, Yan Song opened the door, paid the debt, and walked towards his own home.

Yesterday's poetry meeting did not attract much attention before it was held. After all, the level of such poetry meeting was not too high.

However

I don’t know if I drank it so much yesterday, or if 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, the fastest transmission of gossip messages is always the gossip news.

So much so that, just one night and a morning, the story of Xu Xian’s poetry meeting was full of poems, and the writing of dozens of poems in succession had spread throughout Qiantang County.

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

"But Zhang, come two pounds of hind leg meat!"

"Yeah, isn't this Mr. Cui from Li's house?"

Butcher Zhang skillfully cut pork for Mr. Cui, weighing one pound and one ounce.

"Give!"

After collecting two kilograms of meat, Butcher Zhang directly wrapped the meat in oil paper and handed it to Mr. Cui.

"Wow, you've got so many!"

"Mr. Cui just takes it to eat it."

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

Mr. Cui hesitated a little.

"It's okay, I can't pay for the pigs I slaughtered at home. If Mr. Cui feels embarrassed, why should I write a poem for me?"

"Poetry?"

Mr. Cui's face turned dark. Although he was not very knowledgeable, the poems he made had no meaning, but he would not have fallen to the point of exchanging a poem for one or two pork.

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

You also know that I am a pig-killer who is illiterate. Don’t you particularly like the poem Xu Hanwen’s poem on the moon and the willows that came out this morning after dusk?

I was afraid that I would forget it after a long time, so I wanted to find someone who could read it and write it down.”

Upon hearing this, Mr. Cui looked clear.

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

Xu Xian, who was passing by the side, listened to the conversation and felt the joking gazes from Qin Guan and Xiaotian Dog, his face turned dark.

It’s hard to say anything!

You wrote my poems and hung them on a pork stall. Have you ever considered the feelings of me, the original creator?

Yes, original creator.

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

After all, the poems I bought with my ability are worthy of being awesome, so why can’t I say that they are my original works?

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world.

Miss, why do you think Xu Hanwen is so talented?"

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

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

"Yes, if this sentence lasts for a long time, it makes people fascinate, but unfortunately the next sentence has not been heard!"

Regarding his own lady's feelings, Xiao Taohong nodded with a grudge, "That's right, if you can get this complete lyrics, you can sing them by your lady. I believe that you can earn enough money to redeem within three months."

As he said that, Xiao Taohong changed her tone with a pity and changed into an expectant expression, "However, if the lady can take the song "When will it take"? I believe it will also attract many guests."

Xu Xian had no shame to listen to the discussions between the two of them later.

Damn, I thought my poems attracted some ladies from a family, and made the other party secretly agree to him.

After listening for a long time, I turned out to be a brothel performing arts and fell in love with his ability to make money in poetry.

What's this all called this?

Listening to the comments related to his poems from time to time, Xu Xian's feet was moving faster and faster, and his white and tender face became darker and darker.

At this moment, the Xiaotian Dog was still coming up to flirt.

"Boy, to be honest, your love lasted for a long time has not been made public yet.

I said, don't hide it, hurry up and take it out, girls can make more money and make a living."

Although it is quite impressive, Xu Xian can guess from the jokey expression on Xiaotian Dog's "dog face" that the other party's original intention is to harm him.

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

Then

"Yes, Chinese, I really want to know your last poem.

Don’t hide it!”

Upon hearing this, Xu Xian paused and looked at his good friend who looked expectant. Xu Xian felt so angry.

This pig teammate, 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 speak.

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

However, even if he talks about this, he can't hide it.
To be continued...