This immortal is a bit fierce

As the female ghost gradually dissipated, a smile appeared on her face. She was no longer as enchanting and evil as before, and her face was as warm as spring and made people pity her.

She slowly opened her mouth, opening and closing her lips, but no more sound came out, and it drifted between heaven and earth.

But the scholar understood it, and it was a simple thank you.

Then he felt dizzy, spinning, and fell backwards, praying in his heart that there would be no rocks where his head landed.

Huang Feng rushed over to catch him in time, but it was a bit unbearable to have a man who had just sat on the grave ready to eat maggot babies lean into his arms.

He chose to stand there, waved his hand, and used his spiritual energy to support the scholar.

"Are you okay?" Huang Feng asked, but there was no response. When he walked over, he found that this guy had fallen into a deep sleep and was snoring slightly.

The spiritual energy penetrated into the scholar's body to investigate, and Huang Feng found that the scholar indeed had spiritual roots but no cultivation.

This also made him believe Xu Jingshan's words. The world is so big that some people can achieve enlightenment in one day, and some people can become Buddhas instantly.

Although at present, this "Tao" does not seem to remain in the scholar, it represents his potential.

"Interesting." Huang Feng became more and more curious about Xinhu.

Looking inside the lake in his heart, the waves on the lake were as flat as a mirror. He had something in mind. Two bottles were immediately suspended on the lake, but the reflections in the lake were not bottles. The two rays of light shone like stars in the sky.

Huang Feng was a little surprised. This kind of strange phenomenon only happened after the second bottle appeared.

"I wonder if Li Motang and this scholar can communicate in their hearts." As he was thinking, his mind moved, and the two bottles in the lake suddenly lit up, emitting a soft light.

Huang Feng could feel that Li Motang and the scholar had only established a connection at this moment.

As his thoughts moved again, the light of the two bottles gradually dissipated and returned to its original state.

"I am the administrator of the drift bottle group, do I have permission?" Although there are only two bottles at the moment, he already feels a little drifting.

But after regaining his composure, he would inevitably think too much. He was very curious about how these people were connected with Xinhu, and where would Xinhu lead him?

With the spiritual energy supporting the scholar, Huang Feng left the forest and walked onto the official road. On the way, he heard that the scholar was still studying for the exam in his dream.

"Wake up!" Huang Feng didn't let the scholar sleep for too long. He didn't want to drag the scholar into the city like he was dragging a stroller.

The scholar was so sleepy that he thought he was in bed. He turned over and fell to the ground with a plop.

Fortunately, it was already low, so it didn't hurt him. He looked up at Huang Feng, who was looking down at him, and found that he was very different from the saint he imagined.

The saint in his heart may be an old master with white beard and hair, a kind face and good eyes, or a gentle and elegant middle-aged scholar.

The person in front of him was more in line with the immortal in his mind. He was flawless, but lacked a bit of immortality.

Just when he was hesitating about what to call him, Huang Feng said: "I am not a saint, nor can I be regarded as an immortal. My name is Huang Feng."

The scholar could barely remember something: "Just now in the mountains and forests, was it the young master who spoke to the young man's heart?"

"it's me."

"My name is Nie Wenxuan, and my courtesy name is Yuanzhi. I would like to thank Mr. Huang for saving his life." Nie Wenxuan quickly got up from the ground and bowed to express his thanks.

"Do you still remember what happened just now?" Huang Feng asked.

"Exactly?" Nie Wenxuan recalled carefully, "I just remember a woman invited me to eat noodles, and the young master asked me to ask her for a mirror. Later...on the grave...the young master threw a piece to me...yuck!"

Probably remembering the true appearance of the bowl of noodles, Nie Wenxuan ran to the side and started to vomit. After vomiting, he touched his body and said in a panic: "The jade that the young master threw to me..."

"Don't worry, I got it back."

"That's good."

"Can't you remember it anymore?"

Nie Wenxuan shook his head. It seemed that he had really forgotten how to resolve the female ghost's obsession with his words and actions.

"Just forget it." Huang Feng changed the question, "Do you know that you have spiritual roots?"

"Me?" Nie Wenxuan looked surprised and seemed unaware.

"Want to take the path of immortality?"

"I wonder which mortal wouldn't want to take the path of immortality." Nie Wenxuan was very honest, but then he changed the subject, "But I want to be an official even more."

This answer was beyond Huang Feng's expectation: "Is obtaining fame more important than asking for immortality?"

Nie Wenxuan felt that there was nothing to hide from his savior: "For me, yes!

My father is also very smart, but unfortunately our family has no money. My mother ran away with my father despite family objections and fled to Yuzhou to give birth to me.

When I was a child, my parents always praised me for my intelligence, saying that I was a good scholar and would definitely become a high official and a good official loved by the people in the future!

It is a pity that the officials in Yuzhou are not good officials. During the severe drought, they did not release grain and colluded with the local grain merchants to prey on the people.

The land was dry and no food could be grown, so my father went hunting and gathering herbs as a handyman. Unexpectedly, he had an accident while going up a mountain and fell off a cliff. "

"My condolences." Huang Feng sighed.

Unexpectedly, Nie Wenxuan said quickly: "No, no, my father is not dead, he just broke a leg."

Huang Feng: "..."

Nie Wenxuan said seriously: "My father couldn't work, so my mother pawned the only piece of jewelry he took with me when he eloped with me. The two of them saved money to support my education, and that's why they let me leave today."

They hope that I will become a good official who is loved by the people, so I don't want to disappoint them more than becoming an immortal. "

Huang Feng felt a little complicated for a moment, and didn't know whether to call this guy pedantic or praise him for being grateful and sincere.

"But..." Unexpectedly, Nie Wenxuan suddenly gasped and asked cautiously, "Can't you be an official and cultivate immortality at the same time?"

Huang Feng felt like he was hunting geese all day long and was accidentally pecked in the eye by a goose. He was actually shaken by this kid.

Resisting the urge to kick Nie Wenxuan in the butt, he said angrily: "Follow me first."

It's not impossible to want both the Immortal Road and the official career, but he is not as clear as Li Motang about the relationship between Xianmen Academy and Daxia Court, as well as Daxia's attitude towards scholars with spiritual roots, so it is better to let her give advice.

On the way to Cangzhou, Huang Feng chatted casually: "You have never thought that if your parents knew that you had spiritual roots, they might not want you to be an official, and instead hope that you would become an immortal."

Nie Wenxuan answered honestly: "I have thought about it, but I think my parents still want me to be an official. Although my family is poor, my parents are very enthusiastic. If the neighbors are in trouble, I will help anyone who can."

My father said that his childhood ambition was to benefit more people. My mother said that it was her father's kindness that moved her, and that made her willing to run away with him at all costs.

I came up with my own name, Yuanzhi, because I wanted to inherit my father’s ambition when he was a child. Of course, this is also my ambition.

Although Young Master, you said that I have spiritual roots and can follow the path of immortality, and although I can become a powerful immortal and can benefit the people, I have grown up and can only study and become a good official. I have confidence, but becoming a monk, I’m not sure what I can achieve with my talent, and whether it’s really better than being a mere mortal. "