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Chapter 19 Fairy Spare My Life
The last time Fan Caiyi got on the train, Su Daoshan felt the vibration of the carriage, but he didn't know what was happening behind him.

After integrating the Tao Seed, he no longer needed to look back. He could already picture a girl standing behind him in his mind through sound, vibration and a kind of wonderful perception.

As soon as the girl got on the car, she threw a few copper coins on the ground. At the same time, she held a sword in her hand with the tip of the sword facing herself.

"Wang Tong," Su Daoshan stamped his feet and shouted, "Stop the car."

The carriage did not respond. However, Wang Tong, who was separated by a curtain, seemed to be deaf.

Su Daoshan turned his head helplessly, and was greeted by a pretty oval face and a pair of flaming almond eyes. His pupils suddenly dilated - no hairband, it was the witch Song Xier!
"This lady," Su Daoshan said calmly with a righteous look on his face, "I wonder..."

A fierce look flashed in the girl's eyes, and she thrust her sword.

Su Daoshan was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said, "Fairy, spare my life!"

The sword stopped at his neck. Feeling the cold sword, Su Daoshan got goose bumps on his neck and felt his back go cold. The difference in strength was too great. At that moment, he had no chance to escape, let alone resist.

Su Daoshan also thought about taking a gamble.

If the other party was just the Snow Fairy from the Cold Valley, no matter what he thought, the other party had no reason to kill him.

Firstly, he fought alongside her yesterday. He killed Tu Sen at the critical moment. Although it was an instinctive act of self-rescue, from a certain perspective, he indirectly saved her. Secondly, she injected the Tao Seed into his body, which was another layer of intersection.

However, facing the sword in the hands of the evil witch Song Xier, Su Daoshan's knees were out of control.

According to the wanted order issued by Fengyuan Hall, Song Xier was a disciple of the Jixing Sect, one of the three sects of the Demonic Path. She had committed many heinous crimes in less than two years since her debut. In particular, the case of the Jiang family in Jiang'an City being exterminated half a year ago shocked the world. All 79 members of the Jiang family were killed, leaving no one alive.

The wanted poster described Song Xier in sixteen words: "cold-blooded and cruel, killing people like crazy, cunning as a fox, and moody."

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 an event is just a result of logical inference, no matter how smooth and seamless the logic is, the final result may be unexpected.

You think someone won't kill you, but they do. There are a thousand or ten thousand reasons, just pick the most unreasonable one, and when the knife falls, it will be reasonable.

So, if you seek death, you will really die!
Even if you are stubborn, you still need luck. If you are lucky, you will not die even if you try ten thousand times, but if you are unlucky, you will die in an instant. Those who race on motorcycles on mountain roads, ride electric bikes to compete with heavy trucks for the road, and chop people with knives while painted with dragons and tigers, I am afraid they don’t believe they will die until the last second before they die.

So I knelt decisively. It was to save my life, it was not shameful. If I couldn't win now, I should admit defeat, and when I could win later...

hum!

"Stop pretending?" the girl asked coldly, glancing at Su Daoshan's pitiful face and kneeling knees. Her expression was extremely complicated. "Aren't you an upright gentleman?"

"I won't pretend anymore. I won't pretend anymore." Now that Su Daoshan had already knelt down, he had completely thrown away the burden of being a gentleman and returned to the mentality of a petty bourgeois in his previous life. He felt relaxed all over.

He smiled apologetically and asked curiously, "Does the fairy know me?"

However, this part is not included in the original body's memory.

"Last year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival," Fan Caiyi sneered, "The Second Young Master Su's demeanor is still fresh in people's memory."

Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival? Su Daoshan thought about it, his expression gradually became unnatural, and he smiled awkwardly. Fan Caiyi also smiled, but it was a series of sneers.

In Yishan City, there are many jokes about the second young master Su. One of them happened on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. At that time, the great master of literature and Taoism, Pu Dongge, happened to pass through Yishan City. The lord of Yishan City, Zhu Ziming, hosted a banquet in Jinyuan in the north of the city to welcome him and held a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting.

That night, all the famous people in Yishan City gathered together to admire the moon and write poems. The children of the noble families took the opportunity to ask for advice and comments from Pudong Pavilion. In Jinyuan, the lights were bright, and everyone was talking and laughing, enjoying themselves.

Su Daoshan also participated in the poetry meeting. However, when everyone was reciting poems and writing essays in the hall, only the second son of the Su family stood alone in the pavilion in the garden, drinking alone under the moon, looking like the lonely saints since ancient times.

He put on a pose that was unique and outstanding.

What was most unbearable was that when Zhu Ziming's eldest son, Zhu Xue'an, went over to invite him, this guy was very polite and refused in what he thought was the most tactful tone: "It's such a pity to be with a bunch of vulgar people on such a beautiful day and listen to those so-called good poems that were pieced together and tasteless."

This swept everyone present in. Zhu Xuean was so angry that he laughed and said, "Mediocrity like us are naturally not worthy of the attention of the great scholar Su."

After saying this, he turned around and left!

If the matter had ended here, it would not have been a big deal. It was just another example of how everyone was talking about this hot-head who was unsophisticated and liked to show off. But the mistake was that someone reported Su Daoshan's words back to the poetry hall, causing the crowd to get angry. Some people rolled up their sleeves on the spot to teach this fool a lesson. Su Xianwen in the hall blushed and was extremely embarrassed.

At this time, Pu Dongge, who had been silent all the time, smiled and said, "Poetry and books are easy to read, but it is difficult to cultivate character. Although young people are a little arrogant, they enjoy elegance. With the breeze in our arms and the bright moon in the sky, it is vulgar for us to enjoy this beautiful scenery alone."

At that time, everyone listened to it and their expressions were extremely excited.

You know, Pu Dongge is a great master of literature and art, and a word of praise from him is worth a ton of money. But he is rigorous in his studies and cherishes words like gold. Countless young talents have racked their brains to win praise from him, but they have not been able to get it. Unexpectedly, a well-known fool pretended to be pretentious, did not write a poem, but won a rare and extraordinary comment.

If such an evaluation were given to the children of other families present, with a little effort and spread, it would become a good story of Bole and his steed.

For a while, some were confused, some were jealous, and some were indignant...

After the poetry meeting, Pudongge's words spread out, and Su Daoshan became famous. Not only did people in other cities who didn't know the truth ask about it, but even people in this city looked at Su Daoshan differently.

It's like a pile of stinky dog ​​shit. No matter how you look at it, it's stinky dog ​​shit. But a world-famous treasure appraiser says it's a pile of gold. Anyone would have doubts about themselves... Did they really see it wrong?
What no one expected was that this little episode was later known to Pudong Pavilion's opponents.

After a detailed investigation of Su Daoshan and confirming that he was a dullard, these people pointed their fingers at Pudong Pavilion and exaggerated the story. As the story spread, Pudong Pavilion became known for being "blindly generous, unable to distinguish between good and bad, good and bad!"

This kind of reputation doesn't matter to ordinary people, but it is a great damage to the reputation of a great master like Pu Dongge.

"What great master of literature? He is nothing but an old fool who is trying to smooth things over!"

Some people even took the initiative to come out and claim that they would refuse any praise from Pudong Pavilion, saying: "I am ashamed to be on the same level as Su Er of Yishan!"

As for why Fan Caiyi knew so much, the reason was simple - she entered Yishan City with her teacher Pu Dongge. During the poetry meeting, she dressed as a man and sat next to Pu Dongge!
Among the "common people" who were swept away by Su Daoshan at that time, she was one of them.

Afterwards, she was angrier than anyone else when her teacher was criticized.

In addition, there are some other reasons... In short, as soon as she got on Su Daoshan's carriage yesterday, she immediately recognized him.

But she never dreamed that not only she had made a mistake, but the entire Yishan City had made a mistake. This guy was not a pretentious nerd who was ignorant of the world. He was not a pedantic gentleman who would rather break than bend.

I don't know where this guy got the evil taste from, hiding in this remote little town and pretending to be like this.

Looking at this idiot in front of him with his eyebrows lowered, Fan Caiyi suddenly had an idea. He lifted his chin with the tip of his sword and said, "Write a poem!"

"What?" Su Daoshan suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Didn't Master Su say that we are all a bunch of vulgar people, and the poems we wrote are all patchwork and tasteless," Fan Caiyi sneered, "Today I want to see Master Su's masterpiece."

"You are joking, fairy," Su Daoshan waved his hand and said, "How could I be so rude..."

Before he could finish his words, Fan Caiyi interrupted him and said, "Sir, why should you be so humble? Since you can say such words, I think you are very talented. You were inspired by the poems we wrote. Otherwise..."

Fan Caiyi's eyes flashed with coldness, and the sword in his hand tightened: "Does that mean the young master is insulting me on purpose?"

"Do it, do it!" Su Daoshan immediately changed his words and took out paper and pen from the book bag prepared in the carriage.

A good man never suffers a loss in front of him. I have just been in this world for two days, and I am in a dark place. My life is in the hands of a murderous witch. Don't say that she just forced me to write poetry. Even if she forced me to run naked, I have to take off my clothes and run.

The right thing to do is to survive first and then develop slowly.

"I wonder what topic you're going to write?" Su Daoshan asked as he spread out paper and ground ink. "A poem or a lyric?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival poem." Fan Caiyi said.

For a time traveler who graduated with a degree in Chinese language and literature, this kind of poetry is naturally a compulsory course.

Su Daoshan pretended to think for a while, then picked up his pen and wrote.

(End of this chapter)