Daqing: Immortality begins with taking Fan Xian as your disciple!

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"Perfect timing! I've also prepared a poem to present to you, sir."

"Thank you for your patient guidance and selfless dedication!"

"Today, the student will make a fool of himself in advance."

Su Yu smiled slightly and nodded.

Fei Jie looked coldly at Fan Xian and rolled his eyes.

He's just writing poetry, why is he trying to flatter Su Yu?

Do you want him to lie and say his poem is good later?

Don't even think about it. I'm just not good at poetry and literature, not that I'm ignorant and incompetent!

Let's see what kind of flattery this kid can come up with.

Ruoruo also looked at her brother with some anticipation.

I glanced at the gentleman again, wondering what poem my brother would write for him.

So, Fan Xian coughed lightly twice, cleared his throat, and said loudly.

"It is difficult to meet and even more difficult to part; the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered."

"The silkworm spins silk until its death, and the candle burns until it is ash."

"..."

After Fan Xian finished reading, the general store fell silent for a moment.

Ruoruo opened her big, adorable eyes and blinked at Fan Xian with a sincere look in her eyes.

Fan Xian silently lowered his head, his eyes glancing furtively elsewhere.

Su Yu raised an eyebrow and coughed lightly twice.

Although he knew that Fan Xian's words and tone were very sincere and earnest.

I am truly reluctant to part with it, and I am also truly grateful.

This poem expresses gratitude for my own earnest teachings and selfless dedication.

But... Fan Xian, what happened to his poem?

Isn't this Li Shangyin's "Untitled"?

Is Fan Xian, that brat, about to start plagiarizing?

Fei Jie's expression was complicated at this moment, and his eyebrows were twisted into a knot.

Is this the kind of poem a five-year-old could write?

He stared at Fan Xian with his somewhat cloudy eyes, which still held traces of brown poison.

His eyes were filled with shock, and he asked incredulously.

"Fan Xian, did you really write this poem?"

At the same time, he looked at Su Yu with a hint of jealousy.

"Written for your Mr. Su?"

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Fan Xian opened his not-so-large but very sincere eyes and looked at Fei Jie.

Her face didn't turn red, and her heartbeat was relatively calm.

He nodded and said in a very calm tone.

"Yes, this poem is titled 'Untitled'."

"It was something I pondered for a long time and wrote especially for Mr. Su."

This poem, though, doesn't seem like something he could write at his current level.

However, literary talent is the most difficult thing to measure.

He was a talented person, and this poem was so fitting for the scene.

Who says he couldn't be just too grateful to his husband?

And how did they manage to come up with such a masterpiece through painstaking effort?

Then he turned to Su Yu and presented her with the completed poem.

"My teacher has been kind to me in opening my mind, teaching me, and accompanying me. His kindness and affection are profound."

"Therefore, I can only write this poem to express my deep gratitude to you, sir!"

In Fan Xian's view, these exquisite poems were things that only he knew.

It would be such a waste not to make use of it!

This poem is used here.

It perfectly showcased his talent!

This is yet another slap in the face to that teacher who just looked down on and disliked me!

Moreover, such flattery is sure to please your husband!

Therefore, at this moment, Fan Xian proudly raised his head.

On the one hand, I wanted to see the wonderful expression on Teacher Fei's face, and on the other hand, I also wanted to hear the long-awaited praise from the teacher.

So-called lies are not necessarily all falsehoods.

And often, the most ingenious lies are the most convincing.

It means that truth is mixed with lies, and lies are mixed with truth.

Therefore, it is easier to gain people's trust.

Fan Xian's poem, which he wrote after much contemplation, is a forgery.

But Fan Xian's respect for Su Yu and his heartfelt gratitude towards him were genuine.

Fei Jie could see all of this in their daily interactions.

Thus, Fei Jie at this moment was exactly as Fan Xian had wished.

He stood there, stunned, his expression complicated.

Because he believed it, and he was also jealous!

Fei Jie hadn't expected that Fan Xian's literary talent was so high.

To be able to write such a deeply moving and beautifully written poem.

But what was even more unexpected was that this poem was specially written for Su Yu!

Meeting is difficult, parting is even more so; the east wind is powerless, and the flowers are withered.

This means that Su Yu is about to leave Danzhou and go to the capital.

Fan Xian couldn't bear to part with it.

Damn, what a filial disciple's deep reluctance to part with his master! It's so touching!

I don't even know when I'll leave this world.

Could we also get a word from that kid?

Sigh, I doubt it. That kid will always go against my wishes.

And that last sentence also brought tears to Fei Jie's eyes.

"The silkworm spins silk until its death, the candle burns until it is ash."

That's exactly what that brat is saying.

He saw how hard Su Yu worked to teach him and how selfless she was in her dedication.

And how grateful he was for Mr. Su's meticulous teaching and painstaking cultivation.

Damn, as a teacher, who wouldn't want their students to praise them like that?

If someone were willing to praise themselves like that.

I'd give up my old life to ensure his safety for the rest of his life!

But this wasn't written for myself; it was written for Su Yu!

Envy! Jealousy! *%#@……

Su Yu sat there quietly, eating the food Ruoruo handed her.

I originally intended to just be a spectator, so I didn't say anything.

After Fan Xian finished copying the poem, he looked at him with a proud expression, as if seeking praise.

It was both infuriating and funny.

Generally speaking, if someone keeps a famous painting in their collection for a lifetime and never shows it to others.

So if he's not a pervert, then he's a thief who stole this painting.

Clearly, Fan Xian is indeed the latter.

However, the clever thing is that nobody in the world knows about this.

At least, in Fan Xian's eyes, no one could possibly know.

Therefore, he chose to show off the stolen 'masterpiece'.

Su Yu could understand these things.

But what he didn't understand was why Fan Xian could so openly ask him for praise.

Fan Xian's skin is so thick it's thicker than the walls of Danzhou City.

Or was he too happy to remember that he was his teacher?

Su Yu raised an eyebrow, a malicious smile appearing on her lips.

"These few lines of your poetry..."