Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Xu Ming's fishhook landed right beside Ao Jin.

Ao Jin turned his head and glanced at the man, his brow furrowing slightly.

Ao Jin felt that this man seemed to have noticed something and was deliberately targeting him.

However, Ao Jin felt it didn't make sense.

He didn't think this guy could discover his purpose.

Forget about Xu Ming; even a cultivator in the Immortal Realm might not be able to detect the anomaly above this lake unless the Dragon Queen came in person.

Xu Ming just sat there, holding his fishing rod, as if he had entered a state of enlightenment, not saying a word.

Actually, Ao Yin'er really wanted to talk to Xu Ming.

Xu Ming wasn't aware that his reputation in the Four Seas was actually more famous than he imagined.

Even because of the poem he wrote when he was young, various rumors about Xu Ming had appeared in the Four Seas.

Overall, Xu Ming had become a representative of a "devoted man," especially popular among young women in their chambers, especially among the ladies.

Even though Ao Yin'er wasn't interested in a literati like Xu Ming, she had heard Xu Ming's name countless times in every gathering and tea party.

"I heard that Young Master Xu's wife passed away due to illness?" Unable to resist, Ao Yin'er took the initiative to speak to Xu Ming.

"What?" Xu Ming was stunned, wondering if he had misheard.

Wife? Did I hear wrong?

"I heard that Young Master Xu wrote that poem after his wife passed away," Ao Yin'er explained.

Xu Ming's eyebrows twitched.

Let's not even talk about whether I have a wife or not.

Even if I had a wife.

Isn't it a bit inappropriate to ask so directly?

It could only be said that this Dragon Princess was indeed somewhat self-willed and willful because, obviously, this princess wouldn't consider your feelings.

"I don't have a wife. I wrote this poem when I was six years old. I was just a child at that time," Xu Ming replied calmly.

"Six years old????" Ao Yin'er blinked her eyes, "That's not too young. We can get married at six years old."

Ao Jin, who was next to her, couldn't help but interject, "Yin'er, don't be rude. Humans live for a hundred years, while dragons age one year in a hundred years. Brother Xu's six years refers to the sixth year of his birth."

"Ah????" Ao Yin'er stared blankly at Xu Ming.

At first, Ao Yin'er thought this man was a bit of a letdown, but now her eyes were full of admiration.

He could write such good poetry in the sixth year of his birth?

In her sixth year, she was still riding a lobster all over the Dragon Sea.

"Brother Xu, I apologize," Ao Jin's upbringing seemed to be much higher than his spoiled sister's, "My sister is ignorant and has always been in the East Sea. The farthest she has gone is this trip to the North Sea. If she has offended you, please forgive her."

"It's nothing," Xu Ming smiled, "Princess is pure and innocent, which is rare."

Ao Jin: "."

Listening to Xu Ming's words, Ao Jin felt that he was secretly scolding his sister.

"Do you really not have a wife?" Ao Yin'er still seemed unconvinced. Could it be that all those rumors were false?

Xu Ming wasn't annoyed and replied calmly again, "No, among us humans, we can only marry and have children when we are sixteen years old."

Ao Yin'er: "Then, when you were born, were you surrounded by white clouds, and did a deity dot ink on you?"

"." Xu Ming didn't know where she heard it from and still shook his head, "No, when I was born, I was no different from ordinary people."

Ao Yin'er: "I heard that you can shatter a mountain with one punch?"

Xu Ming thought for a moment, "If the princess is talking about when I was a child, then that would be impossible, but if the princess is talking about now, it shouldn't be a big problem, but it also depends on how big the mountain is. A small mountain is no problem.

However, it's not just me. Warriors of my realm can basically shatter a small hill with one punch."

Ao Yin'er: "I also heard that you couldn't cultivate at first, but once you fell into a cliff and obtained some kind of natural treasure, and then you could cultivate?"

Xu Ming's eyebrows twitched: "I indeed couldn't cultivate at first, and I indeed could cultivate after obtaining some kind of opportunity, but it wasn't from falling into a cliff."

Ao Yin'er's eyes were even more curious: "Then what is the real reason?"

Xu Ming shook his head: "Sorry, I can't tell you that."

"So stingy," Ao Yin'er pouted.

However, Ao Yin'er didn't have much hope of getting the real answer. After all, this kind of thing must be very secretive, and it's normal for the other party not to tell her.

After that, Ao Yin'er asked Xu Ming some very bizarre questions.

For example, when Xu Ming refused the marriage, was it because that princess was too ugly?

For another example, when Xu Ming was training in the Blood Floating Pagoda, were all the men in the Blood Floating Pagoda burly?

Xu Ming basically answered all the questions he could answer.

On the other side, Ao Jin, listening to his sister and Xu Ming talking, wondered if he was being paranoid. This Xu Ming seemed quite normal.

Ao Jin gradually lowered his guard and focused on his own business.

Zhu Cici, who was constantly looking at Xu Ming, pouted, wanting to pick up a stone and throw it in Xu Ming's direction.

"Jerk! Why can you chat so happily with that unfamiliar Dragon girl?"

Zhu Cici was very unhappy and wanted to push the Dragon girl aside and sit next to Xu Ming herself.

Of course, good upbringing prevented Zhu Cici from doing so. Zhu Cici couldn't do something so unreserved.

As time passed, Ao Jin felt that he was almost ready and secretly chanted the magic formula.

In the next moment, the scholars of White Deer Academy, including Zhu Cici, felt a strange sensation.

They felt that some of the spiritual power in their bodies was being drawn away.

However, when they looked inside their bodies, they found that it didn't seem to be spiritual power.

It was like some kind of illusion.

While Yu Wenxi and others were wondering, Xu Ming's eyes clearly saw the spiritual power flowing out of Zhu Cici and others, bit by bit, merging into the water, and then swimming to Ao Jin's fishing rod.

The fishing rod in Ao Jin's hand was wrapped in the Daoist rhyme of literature.

And at the bottom of this lake, Xu Ming saw a figure swaying continuously.

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[I forgot to update yesterday... The main reason was going to the hospital for a check-up. I'll be able to remove the cast soon.

To be honest, this period of time without work is quite comfortable. I hope I can live such a leisurely life after I retire.]