"Wealth, future...what's the use of these? We are all mortal, so what do we need these for? Rather than gaining wealth, I want to know who I am and what life and death are..." Ning Fan

His expression was very serious, not joking.

Zhang Sheng was displeased. He originally thought that Ning Fan was just joking, but now it seems that Ning Fan really has no ambition to obtain fame.

"Since Brother Lu despises wealth and honor so much, he probably doesn't plan to go to the capital with Zhang to take the exam, right?"

"Well, I don't want to seek fame." Ning Fan nodded.

"In this case, you are no longer my friend. The friendship between my former classmates ends today!"

Zhang Sheng snorted coldly, carried the bookshelf package on his back, untied a green horse beside the willow tree outside the wine shop, and walked away.

Ning Fan watched Zhang Sheng leave, but he didn't look disappointed.

Indeed, he is not a friend of Zhang Sheng, and Zhang Sheng is not a friend of him. The two of them have different ways and do not seek each other.

"Haha, this little brother is really interesting. He was full of enthusiasm just now, talking about wanting to win the exam in one fell swoop and honor his ancestors. Unexpectedly, after sleeping next to the yellow beam, he didn't prepare to go to Beijing to take the exam. Could it be that he knew he couldn't pass the exam?

Because of your fame, are you going to go home and farm?" a drinker laughed.

"Farming... is a good choice. There are often great roads hidden in the mountains and fields. But now, I don't want to farm. I just want to understand life and death."

Ning Fan stood up, glanced at the package, frowned slightly, and did not pick it up.

In the package, there is a cotton coat, a cloth coat, ten taels of silver, a guide to the customs clearance, and more than ten volumes of books.

"I don't need these anymore. They are all considered as wine money. Give me some good wine. As for my horses, I don't need them anymore. They are all replaced by bars..."

The shopkeeper was startled, then smiled, took out seven jars of century-old wine from the cellar, and handed them to Ning Fan.

The other things are just that, not worth much, but the green colt is a good horse, and ten taels of silver is not a small amount of money. Naturally, the shopkeeper is very happy to do this business with Ning Fan.

"This wine is very heavy. I wonder if your Majesty has servants to carry it...and there is a guide for customs clearance. It is better not to throw it away casually. Without this, there will be a lot of trouble..."

"No servants, no guides. Although I don't remember who I am, it's easy to carry these wine jars."

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves and put seven jars of aged wine into his sleeves.

His figure flickered, and he disappeared without a trace, drifting away.

Bang!

The wine bowls in the hands of countless drinkers fell to the ground.

The wine shop owner was dumbfounded.

The next moment, countless people knelt on the ground and bowed their heads in the direction Ning Fan left, with expressions of extreme awe.

"Immortal...immortal master! I didn't expect that the scholar was actually an immortal master. No wonder he didn't bother to get the title. What's the use of the title to the immortal master!"

"It's over. I just laughed at that immortal master. I wonder if I will be punished by the immortal master... I'm so scared!" The drinker who had laughed at Ning Fan before was now pale with fear.

He didn't know that Ning Fan didn't even bother to use his power to bully a mortal.

Ning Fan fled all the way and traveled through several cultivation countries.

His eyes were blank and he still couldn't remember who he was.

It gradually began to drizzle, and night fell.

On a rainy night, there is a ruined temple ahead. Countless people on their way are taking shelter from the rain in this temple...
Chapter completed!