Liaozhai Great Sage

"Don't be in a hurry, the person has not arrived yet, everyone wait patiently for a while, I have something to say." Tianshan old mother said with a smile on her face.

The fairy nodded in response, and stopped asking any more questions.

Immortals have a lot of time, not to mention waiting for a moment, even a few hours, so what's the problem?

After about half an hour, all the immortals who were supposed to come had almost arrived.

Although there is still a vacancy on the stone bench, the number of people is much larger than before. After a little scan, there are at least a thousand immortals here.

I don’t know if they don’t get together, but there are so many immortals in one Tianmu Mountain, that’s not counting. The number is afraid to reach an astonishing level.

But if you think about it, immortals live forever. Throughout the ages, the number of people who have become immortals has only increased, not decreased. As time goes by, there will naturally be more.

"The water in this world is very deep." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.

In the mortal world, what he has come into contact with is just the tip of the iceberg. Only when he arrives here can he see clearly how terrifying the immortals and ghosts in this world are.

No wonder the legends of ghosts, gods and immortals are repeated in the world. There is a reason for this.

"Hey, isn't this little friend? You really came to Tianmu Mountain. It's rare, rare."

At this time, a fairy with white hair and childlike face suddenly came straight to Li Xiuyuan, with a smile on his face, looking quite enthusiastic.

"Is that the fairy who fished in the mountain? I was hit by the fairy's suggestion, because of some things, I also came to Tianmu Mountain." Li Xiuyuan saluted, and then said.

"By the way, I should return the fishing rod you left there last time, Immortal. Last time you left in a hurry, it seemed that you dropped the fishing rod."

Suddenly, he remembered something, and hastily took out the jasper fishing rod from the ghost king's bag.

The old fairy shook his head with a smile and said: "Don't rush to pay it back, don't rush to pay it back, just let it go to you first, maybe one day you and I will still have the fate to continue sitting together and fishing, and I have a fishing rod here But there is more than one, so you can keep it first."

"Since the old fairy said so, I have no choice but to keep it cheeky."

Li Xiuyuan didn't force it.

"That's right, I didn't have time to ask the old fairy's name last time." Then he asked suddenly.

The old fairy said with a smile: "I often go fishing in the East China Sea, some people call me a fisherman at sea, you can call me the fairy fisherman."

Ao is a giant tortoise in the sea according to legend.

It's not an ordinary sea turtle, it's a strange beast.

"Immortal Diaoao?" Li Xiuyuan read a sentence, and gave another salute.

The Taoist and immortal next to him rolled his eyes, and said indifferently: "Immortal Diaoao? When did you change your name again? Didn't you often call yourself Qinglian Layman, Banished Immortal or something like that? Please have a few drinks Jiu, are you going to be called Jiu Sword Immortal again? It’s fine to fool other people like this, even the disciple of Pindao, it’s a bit unreasonable, Li Taibai.”

"Ahem, it's Daotong Immortal, when did I deliberately fool me, after becoming a fairy, I have already abandoned the name taboo of the mortal world, and all the past has been put down, it's just a name taboo, it's just random, what do you want to call it? Call it whatever you want, it doesn't matter." Li Taibai coughed twice and said leisurely.

"In that case, let me call you, Li Dasha, is it alright?" Taoist Immortal said.

Li Taibai suddenly stroked his beard and looked up to the sky: "Of course it's okay, but I don't know why, I suddenly remembered a poem I wrote before, what is it called... Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay, something happened Go, hidden merit and fame, it is indeed a good poem, a good poem, I never thought that such a good poem was written by me, I really miss the time when I walked the world with my sword, and I drew my sword to help when encountering injustice."

"Hey, I remembered walking the world with my sword. Where's my sword? Where's my Qinglian sword?"

Suddenly, he felt around again, as if looking for his own sword.

"Your Qinglian Sword has long been pawned to the Wine Immortal in exchange for wine. Even with your Qinglian Sword in hand, Pindao is not afraid of your sword fairy's methods." Immortal Daotong said slowly.

Even so, he admired Li Taibai's ability very much.

Don't look at this old man's leisurely appearance of traveling around the mountains and rivers all day, but who among the immortals doesn't admire his ability.

After all, he is the top sword immortal among the immortals.

When he practiced in the mortal world before, he had already earned a great reputation.

"Li Taibai? Are you Li Bai, the poet fairy from the previous dynasty?" Li Xiuyuan's eyes lit up, and he became a little excited.

Unexpectedly, this ordinary-looking, white-haired and child-like immortal would be a famous immortal in history.

It really doesn't look like it at all, it seems to be no different from ordinary cultivators.

Li Taibai smiled and said: "Oh, is it possible that Li Shengren is interested in my name when I was in the mortal world? You don't want to compete with me for the number one in the world, do you?"

"What is it to be number one in the world?" Li Xiuyuan was a little puzzled.

"Of course I'm the number one swordsman in the world. I can't forget my prestige in the mortal world even after I became an immortal. Looking back, it's really interesting. Until now, there are still people who want to challenge me from time to time. Look at you, my friend. Wearing a sword, don't you want to compete with me?"

Li Taibai was a little puzzled.

"..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at him with a strange expression; "Could it be that Immortal Taibai only knows that his swordsmanship is the best in the world, doesn't he know that your poems are so unique?"

Poetry?

Li Taibai was stunned for a moment: "When did I become talented in poetry?"

"Oh, are you talking about those complaining poems I wrote when I was in the mortal world?" He suddenly remembered, and smiled modestly: "There is no poetic talent, but I just sang a few lines casually. It’s just useless poems, at that time even traffickers and pawns could recite poems, if you praised my poems, then I should be ashamed to blush.”

Then a look of embarrassment.

As if being touted a very disgraceful thing.

"You are humble, Banished Immortal." Li Xiuyuan said.

"No, no, no, you are being polite. If you praise my superb swordsmanship, I will thank you from the bottom of my heart, but if you say my poetry is good, I am really ashamed." Li Taibai shook his head.

"..." Li Xiuyuan didn't know what to say at the moment.

Unexpectedly, Li Taibai was ashamed to mention his own poetry and prose. Could it be that there were too many talented poets in Tang Dynasty, so Li Taibai couldn't feel his own excellence?

Well, it's quite possible.

We must know that in the former dynasty, the literary style was at its peak, and poets, ghosts, and saints of poetry all appeared, and there were many famous poets in history.

Li Taibai is not alone.

On the contrary, when he was a ranger and roamed the rivers and lakes with his swordsmanship, he was the only one outstanding.

So for him, he is proud of his swordsmanship, not his poetic talent?

The Daotong fairy next to him said: "Your poetic talent is indeed not worth mentioning. The disciple of Poor Dao is the destiny of a saint. He may be canonized in the future. When he was studying in the mortal world, he was very fond of the poets of the previous dynasty." I admire you, so I want to ask for poems, since Li Taibai's poems are not worth mentioning, next time you should go find that poet saint, his poems are more worthy of this poor grandson to ask for."

Li Taibai raised his eyebrows immediately when he heard the words, and turned to say: "By the way, what did you say about me just now? My poems are as old as the past? Haha, this word is used well. Since the saints of later generations have praised me like this , That's right, my poems are indeed ancient and modern. Do you want to ask for poems? Okay, I will write them to you immediately. Do you want ten or twenty? Not worth mentioning? Today I will let you Little brat, look at how insignificant my poems are."

The corner of Li Xiuyuan's mouth twitched when he heard this, didn't you say modestly before that your poems were not worthy of praise, and you would blush with shame if you praised too much.