Liaozhai Great Sage

Why did he change his posture in the blink of an eye.

But this Li Taibai is really scary enough, he can only open ten or twenty poems.

If there are literati here in the mortal world, they will probably be scared to death.

Ordinary literati make poems without chewing on words, pondering for many days, correcting and correcting before completing a poem, but for Li Taibai, his poems are like eating and drinking. It has reached the point where it is unmatched.

Such a person is actually humbled that his poems are not worth mentioning.

"I don't dare to ask for new poems and essays from Immortal Taibai. I just want to ask for a few calligraphy works."

Li Xiuyuan immediately took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the ghost king's bag, and even moved out the wooden table, waiting for him to write poems.

"Oh, calligraphy is fine? Are you looking down on me, Li Taibai?" Li Taibai said.

What is the reason for Li Xiuyuan? He begged for poetry and prose to leave to future generations, so that future generations can look up... Of course, there is also a selfish intention, that is, how valuable is the calligraphy of this poet fairy. If it is passed on, it is better than leaving Children and grandchildren, such as gold, silver and jewelry, good fields and houses, are a thousand times stronger.

But such poems must have appeared before.

If it has never appeared before, wouldn't it be a pirated version or a fake?

After some kind persuasion, Li Taibai still listened to Li Xiuyuan's advice, and wrote down several famous poems with splashed ink.

No more, no less, exactly ten poems.

And it also has its own seal and puts its own name on it.

"My poems and essays are enough for you to pass on to future generations for future generations to look up to. With my poems and essays of Li Taibai here, there is no need to ask for the poems and essays of the sage of poetry." Li Taibai threw away the ink pen in his hand, Haha laughed.

Do you care about feelings?

"Get rich." Li Xiuyuan looked at the few scattered rice papers on the table, and couldn't help feeling a little secretly happy.

Don't say that the ancestors don't care about your descendants, ten pieces of Li Taibai's calligraphy are here for you.

Huh, wait.

Li Bai's calligraphy... Xuan paper from the Song Dynasty.

Isn't this still a fake?

Suddenly, when he paid attention to this detail when he put away these things, he couldn't help but turn dark.

One hundred secrets one sparse, one hundred secrets one sparse.

However, Li Taibai seemed to be interested, and pulled a fairy beside him and said: "This fairy friend, my poems and essays are as old as the ancients, why don't I leave you a pair of ink treasures for your descendants to look up to?"

"As you go, as you go, who cares about your broken characters, you think you are Zhang Sengyou, Du Fu, Wu Daozi, I want their poems and paintings." The fairy said with a look of disdain.

"..."

Li Taibai suddenly looked embarrassed: "I'm laughing, I'm laughing, I just can't help it."

Then he retracted resentfully, looking like he was greatly shocked.

Seeing this scene, Li Xiuyuan found that Li Taibai's poems were really not liked among these immortals, and he actually gave them to others, and no one else wanted them.

Daotong Immortal glanced at him and said: "Li Dasha, don't be ashamed of yourself anymore, apart from being able to fool me, my disciple and grandson, who else would be interested in your calligraphy? Although your talents in the world are not bad, But things like poets are the least valuable, and they have emerged in endlessly throughout the dynasties, if they have no outstanding achievements, they are not worth pursuing."

"Zhang Sengyou's paintings can turn into living creatures, can you?"

Li Taibai resentfully said: "No, I can't, but my swordsmanship is superb, I can beat ten Zhang Sengyou."

"Du Fu was conferred the title of poet saint, are you qualified to be called poet saint?"

"He doesn't know how to drink, I look down on him, and he doesn't know how to dance a sword." Li Taibai said with some eyes dodging.

"Wu Daozi's paintings are also extraordinary, do you have such a level?"

"But my swordsmanship is number one."

Daotong Immortal snorted lightly, without saying a word.

Li Taibai was silent for a long time, then turned to look at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Can you return those ink treasures to me just now? I want to tear them up. Let's talk about swordsmanship. I created some swordsmanship by myself. Do you want to learn it? "

Chapter 574 Qinglian Sword Immortal

No wonder Li Taibai is so proud of his poetic talent. His feeling is that after he became a fairy, his poetry was not valued. And because there are too many capable people among the immortals, his poetry is even less eye-catching. He is famous in history, but he has no special achievements among immortals, and his poems have not entered Taoism.

Therefore, it is not worthy of being praised by the immortals.

On the contrary, compared with his poetic talent, his swordsmanship attracted more attention from the immortals.

So when Li Taibai talked with the immortals, what others cared about was his sword immortal skills, not his talents when he was in the mortal world.

In fact, in layman's terms, his poems cannot be mixed in the world of immortals.

Of course, this has no effect on Li Xiuyuan, which does not prevent him from admiring the poet.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been brazen enough to beg for calligraphy.

And how could Li Xiuyuan hand over what he got? He refused Li Taibai's request to return the calligraphy and tear it up on the grounds that he had already given it to himself.

"When I go back, I will frame it, wrap it in oiled paper, seal it with wax, and put it in the treasure house at home. If I want to go back and tear it up, how is it possible?" Li Xiuyuan thought silently in his heart.

In this moment of small talk.

At this moment, the old mother of Tianshan who was sitting in the middle suddenly said slowly: "All the immortals are invited to come here today, I thank you in advance."

Many immortals stood up and returned their salutes: "The old immortal is polite, as it should be."

"How can we refuse the old god's invitation?"

"Thank you to the old god for this Tianmu Mountain, which gave me a pure place to practice. Now that the old god wants to invite me, how can I not come?"

It can be seen that these immortals still respect this Tianshan old mother very much.

The old mother of Tianshan smiled and said: "Since all the immortals are almost here, I will stop gossiping. Once I am old, I will talk too much. It is always annoying. In fact, I am going to go on the road of cultivation. It's over, the thoughts left in my heart are getting less and less, and as expected, they will almost turn into rocks within 50 years."

"However, today, I was reminded by Mr. Li that I remembered that I didn't do one thing. If I don't do this thing, I will leave someday. I'm afraid I won't feel at ease when I leave."

"I don't know what the old god is referring to? If you need the help of the poor, it is the duty of the poor." An immortal wearing a Taoist robe asked.

At this time, the old mother of Tianshan pointed to the top of her head and said: "There are a lot of evil spirits and ghosts above, and I have indulged them for a while. It's time to clear them up. If they are left alone, they will run out sooner or later. It will not be a disaster for Tianmu Mountain. , is to harm the world, no matter what the result is, I am not willing to see it."

"So today I invite all the immortals to discuss and discuss whether this matter can be resolved."

As soon as this remark came out, many immortals fell silent immediately.