I am a living immortal.

At this moment, Wei Ming had just gotten up.

I was picking vegetables in the yard, preparing to make breakfast for myself.

See Lin Zhiwu panting.

"No need to be so anxious, right? Are you sober now?"

Lin Zhiwu looked at Wei Ming with a strange look, annoyed, and said, "You're so worried about whether I'm sober or not. You should just focus on yourself."

"Me? I'm fine."

"What a piece of shit! When people trample down the threshold of your shabby yard, you'll know that something bad is going to happen, my God."

"Hurry, hurry, you have to hide."

"Where to? My place? No! My place is downtown."

"Stop, stop, stop. Tell me what happened." Wei Ming looked at his friend who was still not fully sober.

"You don't know, I was asked a thousand questions this morning just for breakfast. Now guess what I asked in detail."

"You're famous, super famous in Wending. The news that you were chosen by the courtesan is all over the streets. The scholars who go to Wending want to compete with you and challenge you to a duel."

"That's it?"

"Huh? Ah?" Lin Zhiwu didn't react for a moment.

Then he thought carefully and said, "That's right. You are famous now, so what are you afraid of? It's a brothel, not a den of danger."

Lin Zhiwu slapped his head and said, "I think I was drunk from the wine yesterday, but that wine was really..."

"By the way, don't you want to go?"

"Yes, but it looks like I can still escape?" Wei Ming said as he continued picking vegetables.

"Hey, you, being noticed by others is like being in a dragon's den or a tiger's lair. I'm confused. You have to choose something for me. You don't know that I put down my breakfast and rushed over to remind you. I'm so tired."

"I'm all sweaty."

As he said this, he sat down on a wooden chair, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and drinking water in big gulps.

The two of them ate a pot of clear soup noodles.

Before I could even clean up, there was a knock on the door: "Is Wei Ming here? Master Wei?"

Lin Zhiwu gave Wei Ming a look.

Look what I said. It's coming.

"exist!!"

Wei Ming replied. He recognized that this was the steward of the Chen family. He had seen him when he was with the second young master Chen.

He packed his clothes and got up to open the door.

Seeing Wei Ming, the housekeeper immediately smiled and said, "Young Master Wei is at home."

"Manager Wang, what's going on? Why are you making such a big trip so early in the morning?"

"It's not really a bother. Young Master Wei, you might not know this, but your reputation is really on the rise now. Our Second Young Master is thinking of inviting you to Yanqinglou for another gathering."

Then he pointed to the tailor beside him and said, "The Second Young Master specifically asked me to come here to measure you and add some clothes for you."

"In that case... then thank you. Please tell the Second Young Master that I will be there tonight."

"Great!" The manager had a real smile on his face.

"Then I'll send someone to deliver the clothes once they're ready. I won't bother you anymore."

After some social interactions.

Wei Ming went back to continue eating noodles. If it is a blessing, there will be no disaster. If it is a disaster, there is no way to avoid it.

…………

Su Mu was eating breakfast when he heard the name a thousand times. He laughed and thought, "This boy is so lucky." But speaking of it, in addition to having a bad relationship with ghosts, it seems that scholars also have a lot of relationships with foxes.

With Wei Ming's overwhelming literary aura, the old fox probably wouldn't want to let him go.

This method is used to pressure others with force.

The provincial examination will be held in a few days. This will definitely gather all the scholars in the state. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. How can they be defeated by an unknown person when they are all so proud and arrogant?

Even if it's not for the oiran, it's for that breath.

The literary fight was even held in a brothel. This was the first time in history. How could those children from wealthy families who loved to play miss such a fun thing?

The madam of the brothel couldn't stop laughing, and the putty on her face was about to crack.

This is a great thing.

Storms gather in the brothel.

…………

In the evening, smoke filled the brothel.

There were crowds of people everywhere who came to watch the fun. Lin Zhiwu mingled among the crowd. The rich had already chosen their stands, and those without money could just watch the fun.

"It's just that those gangsters are impulsive and have no money, so they only think of dirty tricks. But they can touch my girls for free?" The madam spat and took people to clean up.

The huge brothel was packed with people.

When they see regular customers, they will greet them: "Hey, you're here. Sorry, there are a lot of people today."

"Okay, I'll go get someone to accompany you."

"Okay, okay, please come in."

"Leaving it for you, of course..."

While dealing with the guests, the madam walked towards a room.

He knocked gently a few times, then pushed the door open, winked at the maid, and closed the door.

In the room, Su Suining was combing her hair in front of the dressing table. Today, she specially wore a bright red robe, drew eyeliner and applied lipstick. She looked like a blooming peony, charming and beautiful, elegant and luxurious but not abrupt.

Like a girl waiting to be married.

Seeing this, the madam clapped her hands lightly and said, "Young lady, you are very clever. How could I not have thought of this? Today it all depends on your performance. Don't let me down~"

"Don't worry, I understand." The soft voice was full of tenderness and charm.

"Okay, then I won't bother you anymore." The madam smiled and walked out.

The woman in the room smiled at herself in the bronze mirror and painted a mole on the corner of her eye.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to keep a low profile, but the overwhelming literary aura doesn’t allow her to keep a low profile.

This kind of literary energy was something she had never seen before in her life, yet she unexpectedly encountered it. As long as she swallowed this literary energy, her broken tail would grow back immediately. Maybe even her cultivation would be greatly improved, and she could also make up for her congenital deficiencies.

Even though she has become a Nine-Tailed Fox, her innate defects cannot be compensated. She is naturally weaker than other Nine-Tailed Foxes, and this difference is like heaven and earth.

The Nine-Tailed Fox was the highest honor of the clan.

However, when she achieved her goal, she was labeled as the weakest.

The elders of the tribe asserted that this was the end of her life.

The weakest Nine-Tailed Fox? But she refused to believe it. When she learned that Wen Qi could make up for Xiantian, she traveled to several countries.

She had thought she would have to wait for hundreds of years.

I didn't expect that such a talented person would appear in such a remote place, and I met her. God will not let her go.

No matter how big the risk is, it's worth it.

The immortal master who had struck him with a sword had not appeared for several months and should have left long ago.

What can the City God do to me after he has swallowed the spiritual energy?

She could easily swallow this overwhelming literary energy and fly away, and no one could stop her. Then she would lose the title of the weakest.

The opportunity to achieve enlightenment is now.

No one can stop it.

The people outside the door had already become anxious. Su Suining slowly stood up, lifted her skirt and walked out. She didn't come here to see a bunch of scholars quibbling over words.

Today, she wants both the bright moon and the fireflies.