Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

On the auspicious cloud, Guan Fenglong, Yin Yi, and Guan Zhong frowned, their thoughts were flying, thinking about the solution, but they still had no clue.

Naturally, they didn't believe Shi Zu's nonsense.

If the poet ancestor could create immortal poems, he would probably show them off long ago to prove the Taoism. How could he be plagiarized by outsiders? Coincidentally, the person who plagiarized was Li Bai, who discussed Taoism.

When too many coincidences pile up, there's something wrong with the event.

The dragon, phoenix, unicorn and other forces that have good relations with the human race suppressed their anger and fell into deep thought.

"Xiaoshu, this poet ancestor is too shameless, is there anything you can do?"

The rough-clothed boy was filled with righteous indignation.

The ancient book flickered twice.

"You mean to create another immortal poem?"

The rough-clothed boy understood the meaning, looked at Li Bai, stroked his chin and said, "He shouldn't be able to do it, and only a handsome man like me can do it!"

Ancient book: "."

This is also a shameless person!

"Excuse me, Poet Ancestor, have you ever created immortal poems?"

Under everyone's gaze, Li Bai asked calmly, showing no anger at the plagiarism of the immortal poem.

"No more, for countless years, there are very few immortal poems, and I only created this poem by chance!"

Shi Zu frowned, not knowing what Li Bai was doing, he put his hands on his back, and said with a little pride.

In the bottom of his heart, he believed that "Will Enter the Wine" was created by himself.

"it is good!"

A gleam of light flashed across Li Bai's eyes, he tilted his head back and drank a glass of wine, and said loudly, "The title of the next poem is called "The Journey Is Difficult"!"

Countless onlookers were stunned, want to create again?
Can't help but secretly look forward to it.

"Pretend!"

The poet ancestor smiled disdainfully, he still didn't believe that Li Bai could create immortal poems again.

"Golden bottles of sake are worth ten thousand dollars, and jade plates are worth tens of thousands of dollars!"

"You can't eat when you stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, draw your sword and look around in a daze!"

"."

"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to the sea!"

Li Bai smiled lightly, with black hair flying all over his head, a passionate poem resounded through the sky, resonating with the souls of countless frustrated people.

The sky and the earth shook, and countless visions emerged.

There are frustrated people who are full of melancholy and can't drink or eat.

Some people on the road faltered, blocked by glaciers, blocked by snow-capped mountains, making it difficult to move an inch.

However, no matter how many obstacles lie ahead, as long as you have a firm will and move forward bravely, you will eventually overcome the difficulties, ride the long wind and break through the waves, hang the sails straight on the clouds, cross the sea, and reach the ideal shore.

"Another immortal poem!"

A few warriors with academic background gasped and said in shock.

How lucky they are to see two immortal poems.

"how?"

Li Bai looked at Shizu and asked with a smile.

"This"

Wenzu's pupils shrank sharply, his face turned pale slightly, his palms were sweating, and he said in a trembling voice, "Even so, you can only draw with me!"

Hearing this, the warriors onlookers were in an uproar, casting contemptuous glances one after another. Up to now, are they still quibbling?
Even the disciples of the literary world lowered their heads in shame.

Li Bai used his talent to prove that he didn't need to plagiarize.

Who is the real plagiarist?
It is already obvious!

"Tie?"

Li Bai was also a little annoyed, and started to step forward. With every step, there was endless talent, and immortal poems were born.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing Revlon!"

"Laugh at the sky and go out, how can I be a Penghao people!"

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles!"

"To kill a person in ten steps, you will not stay behind for a thousand miles; when you have done something, take off your clothes and hide your merit and fame."

In just a hundred steps, Li Bai has already created four immortal poems. He is full of talent and produces visions all over the sky.

Standing under the vision, Li Bai looked at Shizu and asked loudly, "Is it enough now?"

Shi Zu clenched his teeth, eyes full of anger and jealousy.

"Don't answer, right?"

Li Bai continued to walk, one after another, the peerless poems that could be passed down through the ages, slowly recited, echoing in the ears of the world.

"I am a madman of Chu, Feng Ge laughs at Confucius!"

"I would like to put down the sword from my waist to cut Loulan!"

"If you enjoy drinking a glass of wine before your death, why do you need a thousand years of fame after you die?"

"Happy pens shake the five mountains, and poems become proud of Ling Cangzhou!"

In this way, the immortal poems were sent back to the world, and the way of poetry spread across the sky, shaking the universe, shattering the eternity, and stunned all the living beings present.

Even people who don't know a single word can feel their blood boiling, their soul sublimated, and their whole body feeling comfortable.

boom!
All the verses turned into big golden characters hanging in the air, blooming with bright light, turning the whole world into golden, extremely dazzling.

At this moment, poetry becomes eternal.

At this moment, the world gave way.

Only Li Bai, bathed in golden light, drank fine wine, wild and free and easy.

"puff!"

The poet ancestor who blocked the entrance of Shushan looked at Li Bai who seemed to be the incarnation of poetry, his face was livid, and he couldn't bear the blow any longer. He threw up a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground.

In the next breath, a brilliant streamer flew out from the poet's dantian.

This is the punishment of the various celestial contexts.

From this moment on, the poet ancestor was officially abandoned by the context, his Dao heart was broken, and his cultivation base continued to decline, falling from the late stage of the Immortal Emperor to the early stage of the Immortal Emperor.

And, there is no possibility of recovery.

"Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Li Bai removed the poet who had collapsed on the ground, and walked towards the top of the mountain of books.

Guiguzi, Dong Zhongshu, Wang Xizhi, and Wu Daozi smiled and began to climb the mountain.

"The good show is about to begin, let's follow and see!"

The rest of the warriors hesitated for a moment, and then flew into the mountain of books, which is regarded as a holy place by countless literati, and headed towards the top of the mountain, no one stopped them along the way.

You must know that, as a sacred place in the literary world, the only creatures who can enter the book mountain, except for the peerless powerhouses, are only literati with great achievements.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, you will see the five Guiguzi, leading a mighty group of warriors to climb the mountain.

"Losing!"

"A bunch of trash!"

On the top of the mountain, the author's face sank like water, with endless anger, and his cold eyes were full of fear.

He cursed Shi Zu and others as trash, but in fact he knew that it was not that he was too weak, but that the enemy was too strong.

"No, we must find a way to win!"

"By the way, in the forbidden area, there is a last writing of Wen Zu, which has not been made public."

There was a flash of light in the author's eyes, and he saw that Guiguzi had not climbed the mountain for a while, and his body gradually faded and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already come outside the forbidden area. He pinched his hands and opened the formation, revealing a majestic mausoleum.

Without hesitation, he immediately opened the tomb passage and disappeared into the darkness.

After a few minutes.

The author came out with a smile on his face, looking at the climbing Guiguzi, a gleam of coldness flashed across his face.

Come to the top of the mountain!

must die!