The last time Fan Caiyi got in the car, Su Daoshan felt the vibration in the car. But I don’t know what happened behind me.
After integrating the Tao seeds, he now does not need to look back. He can already outline a girl standing behind him through sound, vibration and a kind of wonderful perception in his mind.
As soon as the girl got on the car, she dropped a few copper coins on the ground. At the same time, she also held a sword in her hand, the blade of which was facing her.
"Wang Tong," Su Daoshan stamped his feet and shouted, "stop the car."
The carriage did not respond. But Wang Tong, who was just across the curtain, seemed to be deaf.
Su Daoshan turned around helplessly and saw a pretty face with oval seeds and a pair of fire-like almond eyes. The pupils suddenly dilated - no hair tie, witch Song Xi'er!
"This girl," Su Daoshan said with an upright face and calmly cupped his hands, "I don't know..."
A sharp look flashed in the girl's eyes, and she stabbed with her sword.
The soul of Su Daoshan was so strong that he immediately knelt down and said, "Fairy, spare your life!"
The sword edge stopped on his neck. Feeling the cold edge of the sword, countless goose bumps appeared on Su Daoshan's neck and his vest became cold. The difference in strength is too big. At that moment, let alone resisting, he didn't even have a chance to escape.
Su Daoshan also thought about taking a gamble.
If the other party was just the Snow Fairy from Cold Valley, no matter what he thought, the other party had no reason to kill him.
First of all, I could be considered as fighting against the enemy side by side with her yesterday. He killed Tu Sen at the critical moment. Although he instinctively saved himself, from a certain perspective, he also indirectly saved the other party. Secondly, the other party injected the Tao seed into his body, which was another level of intersection.
However, facing the sword in the hands of the demon witch Song Xi'er, Su Daoshan's knees were out of control.
According to Fengyuan Palace's wanted notice, Song Xi'er is a disciple of the Jiexing Sect, one of the three demon sects. He has committed many heinous murders in less than two years since his debut. In particular, the murder of the Jiang family in Jiang'an City half a year ago shocked the world. All seventy-nine members of the Jiang family were killed, leaving no chickens or dogs.
The description of Song Xi'er on the wanted order is "cold-blooded and cruel, killing like a fool, cunning like a fox, moody" in sixteen words.
As a master of law who has studied countless cases, Su Daoshan's various experiences of being slapped in the face in his previous life told him that if a thing is just a logical inference, no matter how smooth and tight the logic is, the final result is likely to happen. Accident.
You think they won't kill you, but they just kill you. There are thousands of reasons. Pick the most unreasonable one at random. When the knife falls, it will be reasonable.
So, if you seek death, you will really die!
Being a good person also depends on luck. If you are lucky, you will not die ten thousand times, but if you are not lucky, you will be gone in an instant. Those who ride motorcycles to race on mountain roads, ride electric scooters to fight against heavy goods, and those who carry knives and draw pictures of people all over their bodies may not believe that they will die until the second before they die.
So he knelt down decisively. Save your life, don't be shabby. If you can't beat me now, you should give in. If you can beat me in the future...
Hum!
"No more pretending?" the girl asked with a cold face, her eyes glancing at Su Daoshan's pitiful face and kneeling knees, her expression was extremely complicated, "Aren't you an upright and upright gentleman?"
"No more pretending, no more pretense." Now that Su Daoshan had knelt down, he had completely thrown away the burden of being a gentleman and returned to the mentality of a common citizen in his previous life, feeling comfortable all over.
He smiled apologetically and asked curiously: "Fairy, do you know?"
There is no such episode in the original memory.
"Last year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival," Fan Caiyi sneered, "Second Young Master Su's style is still fresh in people's memory."
Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival? Su Daoshan thought for a while, his expression gradually became unnatural, and he smiled awkwardly. Fan Caiyi also laughed, but it was just a sneer.
In Yishan City, there are many jokes about this Second Young Master Su, one of which happened on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival last year. At that time, Pudong Pavilion, the great literary and Taoist master, happened to be passing through Yishan City. Zhu Ziming, the lord of Yishan City, held a banquet in Jinyuan in the north of the city to welcome them, and also held a Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival.
That night, all the famous figures in Yishan City gathered together to admire the moon and compose poems. The children of the aristocratic family even took the opportunity to ask for advice and asked Pu Dongge to comment. In the Jinyuan, the lights are brightly lit, people are talking and laughing, and they are having fun.
Su Daoshan also participated in the poetry meeting. However, when everyone was reciting poems and composing poems in the hall, the second son of the Su family was the only one standing on the pavilion in the garden, alone, pouring his hands to the moon, looking like all the sages and sages who have been lonely since ancient times.
A unique and outstanding pose.
The most unbearable thing is that Zhu Ziming's eldest son Zhu Xu'an went over to invite him. This guy was polite and refused in the most tactful tone he knew he could think of: "It's such a beautiful time, but he is with a bunch of vulgar people, listening to those patchwork things. Isn’t it a pity that the so-called good poems are just useless?”
This time, everyone present was swept in. Zhu Xue'an was so angry that he laughed, cupped his hands and said, "Mediocre people like me naturally cannot stand the eye of the talented people like Su."
After saying that, he walked away!
If it comes to this, it doesn't matter. This is just another example of how everyone is talking about this tough guy who is unsophisticated and loves to show off.
But the mistake was that someone conveyed Su Daoshan's words back to the Poetry Hall, causing a stir. Some people rolled up their sleeves and wanted to teach this fool a lesson. Su Xianwen in the hall was even red-faced and embarrassed.
At this moment, Pu Dongge, who had been silent all this time, laughed and said: "Poems and books are easy to read, but character is difficult to cultivate. Although young people are more arrogant, they are self-satisfied with elegance. With the breeze in my arms and the bright moon in the sky, I can only appreciate this good time. Beautiful scenery, but we are tacky.”
At that time, when everyone listened, their expressions were extremely exciting.
You must know that Pu Dongge is a great master of literature and art, and one word of praise is worth thousands of dollars. But he was rigorous in his studies and cherished his words like gold. Countless young talents racked their brains to get praise for him but could not get it. Unexpectedly, a well-known fool pretended to be pretentious and did not write a poem, but he achieved a rare feat. Outstanding comments.
This kind of evaluation, if applied to other family members present, would be a good story about Bole and Qianlima as long as it was put into operation a little bit.
For a time, there are people who are wrong, there are people who are jealous, there are people who are unhappy...
After the poetry meeting, Pu Dongge's words spread, and Su Daoshan became famous. Not to mention the people in other cities who didn't know the truth were asking about it, even the people in this city looked at Su Daoshan differently.
It's like a stinking piece of dog shit. It looks like stinking shit when viewed horizontally or vertically. However, a world-famous treasure appraiser said that it is a piece of gold. Everyone has to doubt themselves...whether they really see it. wrong?
What no one expected was that such a small incident would be learned by Pu Dongge's opponents later.
After conducting a detailed investigation of Su Daoshan and confirming that he was just an idiot who was not very bright, these people targeted Pudong Pavilion and spread the news everywhere. From word to word, Pudong Pavilion's reputation spread as "it is blindly generous, does not distinguish between good and bad, and does not distinguish between good and bad!"
This kind of reputation doesn't matter to ordinary people, but it does great damage to the reputation of a great master like Pu Dongge.
"What a great literary master, he is just a conciliatory old fool!"
Some people even jumped out and claimed to reject any praise from Pu Dongge, saying: "Ashamed to be as famous as Yishan Su Er!"
And if you want to ask why Fan Caiyi knows so well, the reason is simple - because she entered Yishan City with her teacher Pu Dongge. During the poetry meeting, she disguised herself as a man and sat next to Pudong Pavilion!
She was among the "lay people" who were swept away by Su Daoshan at that time.
Afterwards, she was even more angry than anyone else when the teacher was criticized.
In addition to this, there are some other reasons... In short, as soon as she got on Su Daoshan's carriage yesterday, she immediately recognized him.
But what she never dreamed of was that not only she was mistaken, but the entire Yishan City was mistaken. How could this guy be some unsophisticated and pretentious nerd? How can he be a pedantic gentleman who prefers to bend rather than bend in the old-fashioned Taoism.
I don’t know where this person’s bad taste comes from, and he is hiding in this remote town pretending to be like this.
Staring at this bastard with a low eyebrow and a submissive look in front of him, Fan Caiyi suddenly had a thought in his mind. He raised his chin with the tip of his sword and said, "Write a poem!"
"What?" Su Daoshan suspected that he heard wrongly.
"Didn't Mr. Su say that we are all a bunch of common people, and the poems we write are all pieced together and taste the same as nothing?" Fan Caiyi sneered, "I have seen Mr. Su's masterpiece today."
"Fairy is joking," Su Daoshan waved his hand, "Where can I do it..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fan Caiyi: "Young master, why should you be humble? Since you can say such things, you must be very talented. It's only after seeing that the poems of us people are so unsightly that you feel it. Otherwise, otherwise …”
Fan Caiyi's eyes flashed coldly, and he tightened his sword in his hand: "Does that mean the young master intentionally insulted you?"
"Do it, do it!" Su Daoshan immediately changed his words and took the initiative to take out the pen and paper from the book bag prepared on the carriage.
A good man does not suffer immediate losses. It had only been two days since he came to this world, and his vision went dark. His life was still in the hands of a murderous witch. Not to mention that people just force themselves to compose poems, even if they force themselves to run naked, they have to take off their clothes when they need to, and they still have to run when they need to run.
Survive first and develop slowly is the right way.
"I wonder what the title of the fairy is?" Su Daoshan asked while spreading paper and studying ink, "Poetry or lyrics?"
"Mid-Autumn Poetry." Fan Caiyi said.
For a time-traveler who has graduated from Chinese language and literature, this kind of poetry is naturally a required course.
Su Daoshan pretended to think for a while before writing and writing.
