I rely on length to cultivate immortality

"What a poem!"

Elder Zhao took the lead in praising him, but his jealousy had already changed him beyond recognition.

He would not unconscionably deny a good poem, but he could not conceal his jealousy of other people's talents.

If others are better at alchemy than him, it doesn't matter to him at all, or if someone in the younger generation surpasses him in alchemy, he will only be happy.

But a junior who was hundreds of years younger than him had a poetry level that far exceeded his own, which he couldn't accept.

The "Senior Brother Scholar" was obviously being praised, but he couldn't be happy at all. Facing Elder Zhao's gaze, he just felt like he was getting hairy all over.

The wrinkles on Elder Zhao's face seemed to spell out the word "jealousy", and he still couldn't tell anything was wrong at this time!

This time, he had spent a favor to get this candidate disciple spot, but the person who recommended him didn't tell him what kind of person Elder Zhao was...

"Senior Brother Scholar" regretted it too late.

I finally understood why the poems written by the two previous people were so poor.

With the "Senior Scholar Scholar" teaching them in front of them, the people behind them became more and more cautious, not daring to show off their talents.

Among the candidate disciples behind "Senior Brother Scholar", none of them "performed abnormally". They were all stable and indistinguishable.

The next few people wrote limericks such as "The mountains are full of pines and cypresses, and their heads turned white overnight" and "White blankets are spread on the ground, and white cloths are hung on the trees."

Neither talented nor interesting.

In contrast, Li Xiuchang found the words of Senior Sister in Red Dress, "You only see the children running, but not their feet," a bit meaningful.

Facing these increasingly low-level and nutritious limericks, Elder Zhao remained expressionless, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

However, these limericks gave Li Xiuchang some inspiration, reminding him of a limerick he had read when he was young in his previous life, which would be suitable for use now.

In order, Li Xiuchang ranked second to last.

When it was Li Xiuchang's turn, the apprenticeship test was coming to an end.

Elder Zhao's eyes fell on Li Xiuchang and motioned for him to recite the poem he had written.

Li Xiuchang straightened his back, cleared his throat, and recited loudly:

"There is a blur on the river, and a dark hole on the well."

"Yellow dogs have white skin, white dogs have swollen skin."

After hearing this, Elder Zhao's eyes lit up and he chuckled: "It's quite interesting."

This limerick is easy to understand, lively and interesting, and full of pictures.

Elder Zhao's performance immediately caused other candidate disciples to turn their attention to Li Xiuchang and regard him as their number one opponent.

When Li Xiu saw the situation, he suddenly felt that he had great hopes, but he still felt a little regretful.

He was probably the most aggrieved among the many literary copycats. He couldn't copy so many famous quotes from sages, so he copied this limerick instead.

He also wanted to shake his body and say, "It must be a drunken god who crushed the white clouds into pieces", but unfortunately he couldn't.

After Li Xiuchang passed away, there was only the last candidate disciple left.

I saw that this popular man was calm and confident, and he opened his mouth and chanted:

"We made an appointment to go pee together."

"You pee a line and I pee a puddle."

After reading his work, the last candidate disciple looked eagerly at Elder Zhao, waiting for praise.

In this tough test, he believed that no one could be worse than him.

There is no dispute that he is terrible, he has no rivals, and no one can question him.

"It's over, we're not as bad as him!"

"I was careless. I thought we had reached the bottom line, but I didn't expect that someone could break through the bottom line."

The previous candidate disciples all felt a thump in their hearts, feeling that they were completely outmatched. They did not expect that the last candidate disciple still held such a big killer weapon in his hands.

Li Xiuchang felt that things were still turning around.

Because Elder Zhao fell into silence after listening to this thing, let's call it "poetry".

The last trial disciple did not wait for the expected praise, but saw Elder Zhao's face gradually turning red and his long beard standing up.

That's angry!

Elder Zhao tried his best to endure it, but he couldn't help it anymore. He blew his beard and glared, shouting angrily: "This is not poetry, it is shit!"

"I..." The candidate disciple opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

This is different from what he thought!

"It's vulgar! It's insulting to politeness! Get out!"

Elder Zhao waved his sleeves and set off a gust of strange wind, which carried the candidate disciple all the way to the foot of the mountain.

This sudden change made the other candidate disciples a little sluggish.

Li Xiuchang understood it and didn't find it strange.

Elder Zhao likes to be arty. What does "elegance" mean? Shitting and peeing is not elegant!

If Elder Zhao wants to listen to poetry, can he not be angry if you feed shit into his mouth?

Although Elder Zhao's poetry creation level is a bit poor, his appreciation level is still good. He is very proud of writing such a poem "Shit Pee Fart" and hopes to be praised by Elder Zhao.

Isn't that purely insulting Elder Zhao's appreciation ability?

Elder Zhao's outburst caused all the candidate disciples to remain silent.

Elder Zhao considers himself a scholar and should have calmness in his heart, so he quickly adjusted his mood and regained his composure, his eyes wandering around the remaining candidate disciples.

Everyone became nervous, knowing that the most critical moment had come.

Elder Zhao's eyes stayed on everyone for a while, except for the "scholar brother", who was obviously eliminated from the beginning.

In the end, Elder Zhao only focused on Li Xiuchang and the senior sister in the red dress, seeming to be hesitating between the two.

"You, would you like to join my sect and learn alchemy from me?"

Finally, Elder Zhao fixed his eyes on Li Xiuchang and asked.

Li Xiuchang was overjoyed and quickly bowed and saluted: "Disciple is willing!"

"Congratulations to Elder Zhao on your new disciple." The onlookers also quickly came forward to congratulate him.

Elder Zhao exchanged a few pleasantries and left with Li Xiuchang.

Li Xiuchang stood on Elder Zhao Yuansi's flying boat and felt that this flying boat was more upscale than any flying boat he had ever ridden before.

The space is more spacious, the decoration is more exquisite, and the key is that it also has a wind shelter to block the cold wind.

"What's your name?" Zhao Yuansi asked.

Although he has accepted Li Xiuchang as his disciple, he still knows nothing about Li Xiuchang.

"Disciple Li Xiuchang, I just joined the sect not long ago. I met you at the mountain gate with Senior Brother Song Yu on the first day. At that time, I was impressed by your calligraphy, master, but I didn't dare to think that I would be able to join your sect one day."

Li Xiuchang understands that flattering has to be done in the right place.

Therefore, Zhao Yuansi is praised for his most proud calligraphy.

Zhao Yuansi is a mature man, how could he not see Li Xiuchang's little thoughts? But it was still very useful, he laughed and said:

"Do you know why I chose you in the end?"

"Disciple doesn't know."

"All of you are mediocre in poetry. Your ability to be better than them is limited, but I am mainly interested in your Taoism." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the snow tracks on Li Xiuchang's trouser legs.

Li Xiuchang looked down and suddenly realized that he was blessed because of poverty.

"This is a apprenticeship ceremony for you, don't say you are stingy as a teacher." Zhao Yuansi threw a storage bag towards Li Xiuchang.