I heard there were immortals

That day, the storyteller in the teahouse took a picture of Xingmu and spread out his stall. Just about to tell today's story, an old man with a white beard entered the teahouse as soon as the Xingmu was patted, everyone immediately focused on the people on the stage. Even the waiter didn't notice that there were guests coming in the old man took care of himself and found a place. He sat down slowly, took out a wine gourd from his waist and drank two mouthfuls the noisy crowd calmed down. The storyteller looked at it and said: Ladies and gentlemen, the book we are going to talk about today is called the biography of immortals.