Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Under the cannibalistic gazes of countless literary disciples, Guiguzi and his party came to the foot of Shushan.

At this time, a figure stood below.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this person.

The ancestor of poetry!

"What does this mean?"

"According to the ancestral system of the literary world, after defeating the literary master, you can climb the mountain of books to challenge the literary master!"

Guiguzi's eyes flashed coldly, and he asked

The Poet Ancestor held a book of poems in his hand and said with a faint smile: "You are talking about the regulations of the last era. From this era onwards, after discussions with senior officials in the literary world, if you want to challenge the author, you have to pass my test.

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"What?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone, including the disciples in the literary world, were stunned.

The literary world has changed its regulations, how come they don’t know?

However, facing the situation at this time, the disciples in the literary world were silent. Adding one more level means that the hope of preserving the literary lineage of Zhutian is greater.

"Little book! Only when literati are shameless will they be truly shameless!"

The young man in rough clothes who came over later said sarcastically.

If the regulations were changed, why not announce them earlier?

Nothing more than fear!

I want to increase the difficulty by adding levels.

This time the ancient book did not reply, as if it did not agree with the young man's words. In the world of martial arts, only shameless people can go further and gain more benefits.

"Little Shu, people must have a bottom line. The road to enlightenment is actually the road to questioning one's heart. After all, you have lived for countless years and have seen the reincarnation of the universe. What's wrong?"

When he found that the little book didn't respond, the boy in rough clothes became unhappy and started talking endlessly to the little book.

Every sentence and every word carries the sound of the Great Dao, which can make living beings realize the Dao on the spot.

Unfortunately, no one can hear it.

Ancient book: "."

At the foot of Shushan.

Shi Zu stood at the intersection, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, with a hint of sneer, and his heavy momentum rippled, like a dragon gate stone, blocking everyone's way.

"Since you have tried so hard to break the rules, I will reluctantly compete with you and make you convinced that you lost!"

"Da Qin Wen Dao is not afraid of anyone's challenge!"

Li Bai chuckled and asked loudly: "Compared to what?"

While asking questions, he stepped forward with a fluttering white robe and walked to the opposite side of the poet. His temperament was extraordinary, like a literary immortal from ancient times.

"On poetry!"

Shizu said confidently.

As the only scholar in the world who entered Taoism through poetry and broke through the Immortal Emperor, his self-confidence and arrogance have long been integrated into his bones.

"good!"

Li Bai looked strange.

On poetry?

Isn't this a question for giving points?

His title is the Immortal of Poetry. When it comes to poetry, he is the supreme immortal, an existence that no one can compare with.

"You junior, I will let you see your horizons, so that Yelang won't be arrogant!"

A cold light flashed in Shizu's eyes, and he was ready to give Li Bai some color. He had already thought about it, and he would win in a crushing way later and break Li Bai's Taoist heart.

However, before he finished speaking, Li Bai had already begun to compose.

""The wine will come"!"

"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!"

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening!"

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"

"My son will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will share my eternal sorrow with you!"

Li Bai was reciting poems and drinking wine. Each of his heroic and generous poems echoed between heaven and earth, creating countless visions.

There is the rushing water of the Yellow River, which will never come back again!

There is a bright mirror hanging high, illuminating the green hair and turning it into snow!

There are bells, drums, delicacies, and countless ancient people raising glasses to drink from the eternal sky

The heaven and earth are trembling, the whole "Book Mountain" is shaking, and countless creatures' faces are flushed with excitement.

Even those who don't drink alcohol can't wait to drink three hundred cups at this moment.

“What a poem!”

The poet's face was full of shock. He was immersed in poetry and could not extricate himself.

After a long time, he realized that he was discussing poetry with Li Bai, and his face became extremely ugly, and the pressure suddenly increased.

He stands at the pinnacle of poetry in all the worlds, so he can naturally tell the quality of poetry at a glance. It is no exaggeration to say that with this poem, Li Bai will be famous in history and will be famous forever.

This poem is an immortal poem!

"Shizu is going to lose!"

On the auspicious clouds in the distance, Daxia Yunchao Prime Minister Guan Fenglong said to him, his eyes full of shock.

That is an immortal poem!

What is immortality?

The sun and the moon can be extinguished, and the sea can be shattered, but as long as there are people around, this song "The Wine Will Come in" will be circulated forever, and people can't help but chant it when they drink.

Beside him, Yin Yi and Guan Zhong nodded in agreement.

"hateful!"

The poet was a little panicked. He searched all over his body and couldn't find a poem that could compare with it.

Although he is the first poet in the world, he has not created an immortal poem.

As for improvisation, unless he is crazy!

"impossible!"

"How could he create an immortal poem at such a young age? He must have plagiarized it. Only in this way can it be explained."

Poetry Ancestor stared at Li Bai's young face, definitely not more than a thousand years old, and came up with a sinister idea, and shouted angrily: "What a shameless person!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, their minds a little confused.

The poet took a step forward, became furious, pointed at Li Bai and said: "When I was wandering around the world, I was having a drink with my friends. I wrote this poem when I felt up, but you plagiarized it!"

With that angry look, I thought I had been wronged so much.

The strong men who were watching also reacted and looked at each other in confusion. Is the poem written by Li Bai plagiarized from the ancestor of poetry?

Why don't they believe it?

"I'm just telling you, how could Li Bai create immortal poems at such a young age!"

"I just didn't expect that people who look fair and clean are actually so dirty and dirty inside, and they pretend to be scholars!"

"People who plagiarize works still dare to speak out and have no shame!"

The disciples in the literary world pointed and discussed.

There was a smile on many people's faces. Li Bai had plagiarized his works, so he was not qualified to talk about it. It was equivalent to the challenge of Da Qin Xianting stopping here.

In this way, the literary world can still control the literary context of all heavens.

unless.

Li Bai can prove that the immortal poem was written by himself.

But how to prove it?

"Poem Ancestor, why do you say that I wrote "The Wine Will Be Entering" written by you?"

Li Bai frowned slightly. He did not expect that the poet ancestor would be so shameless and wanted to take his works as his own.

Plagiarizing other people’s work!

For a literary and martial artist, this is a lifelong stain. He will be abandoned by all the heavens and will be unable to break through for the rest of his life.

"Why? Just because I am the strongest poet in all the worlds, this reason is enough! If you are not convinced, then create another immortal poem!"

Shizu put his hands behind his back and said coldly.

In fact, he was already happy in his heart. He was so happy. Not only did he win the Taoist debate, but he also got an immortal poem. When the time comes, he can use it to prove the Tao, and he may be able to break through to the Immortal Realm.

"Now we're in trouble!"

Zhan Ruling frowned and looked at Li Bai with a hint of worry.

Create another immortal poem!

That's harder than climbing to the sky.