Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

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

Naturally, they didn't believe Shizu's lies.

If the founder of poetry could create immortal poems, he would probably have shown them off long ago to prove his literary integrity. How could it be plagiarized by outsiders? What a coincidence that the plagiarist was Li Bai, who discussed the Tao.

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

The Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, Qilin Clan and other forces that were friendly with the human race suppressed their anger and fell into thinking.

"Xiao Shu, this poet is so shameless, is there anything you can do?"

The boy in rough clothes said with indignation.

The ancient book flashed twice.

"You mean to create another immortal poem?"

The boy in rough clothes understood the meaning, looked at Li Bai, touched his chin and said: "He shouldn't be able to do it. Only a handsome man like me can do it!"

Ancient book: "."

This is also a shameless person!

"Excuse me, Poet Patriarch, have you ever composed any immortal poems?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Bai asked calmly, showing no anger at having his immortal poem plagiarized.

"No more. Over the years, there have been very few immortal poems. I only created this poem by chance!"

Shi Zu raised his eyebrows, not knowing what Li Bai was doing, so he put his hands behind his back and said with a slight pride.

Deep down in his heart, he already believed that "Jian Jin Jiu" was his own creation.

"good!"

A ray of light flashed in Li Bai's eyes, he raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and said loudly: "The title of the next poem is called "The Road Is Difficult"!"

Countless onlookers were stunned, do you want to create again?

I couldn't help but secretly look forward to it.

"Pretending!"

The poet's ancestor smiled disdainfully. He still didn't believe that Li Bai could create an immortal poem again.

"A gold bottle of sake is worth ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate of treasures is worth ten thousand dollars!"

"I can't eat when I stop drinking and throwing chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around at a loss."

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"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, so you can hang up your sails and sail across the sea!"

With a slight smile on his face and his black hair flying, Li Bai's passionate poem resounded throughout the sky, resonating with the souls of countless frustrated people.

The heaven and earth shook, and countless visions emerged.

Some frustrated people are full of melancholy, unable to drink or eat.

Those who are traveling are stumbling, blocked by glaciers and blocked by snow-capped mountains, making it difficult to move forward.

However, no matter how many obstacles there are ahead, as long as you are determined and move forward courageously, you will eventually overcome the disaster, ride the long wind and break thousands of miles of waves, hang your sails straight, cross the sea, and reach the ideal other shore.

"Another immortal poem!"

Some warriors with academic background took a deep breath and said in shock.

How lucky they are to see two immortal poems.

"how?"

Li Bai looked at the poet and asked with a smile.

"this"

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

Hearing this, the warriors who were watching were in an uproar and cast disdainful glances. Are they still making excuses now?

Even the disciples in the literary world lowered their heads in shame.

Li Bai used his talent to prove that he did not need to plagiarize.

So who is the real plagiarist?

It’s already obvious!

"A tie?"

Li Bai was also a little annoyed, and started to move forward. With every step he took, endless talents soared to the sky, and immortal poems were born.

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick!"

"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can we be from Penghao?"

"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away!"

"Kill a person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles; brush away your clothes when you're done, hiding your merit and fame."

In just a hundred steps, Li Bai had already composed four immortal poems. He was so talented that he produced visions all over the sky, including auspicious clouds and flowers, ancient people roaring, big rocs soaring into the sky, swordsmen crossing the world, etc.

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

Shizu gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger and jealousy.

"You won't answer, right?"

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

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

"I am willing to put my sword down from my waist and kill Loulan!"

"If you enjoy a glass of wine while you are alive, why do you need a thousand years of fame after your death?"

"The five mountains are shaken when I write in high spirits, and my poems become the smiling and proud Ling Cangzhou!"

In this way, one immortal poem after another was sent back to heaven and earth, and the way of poetry spread across the sky, shaking the universe, destroying eternity, and shocking all living beings present.

Even people who can't read a word can feel their blood boiling, their soul sublimated, and their whole body relaxed.

boom!

All the poems turned into large golden characters hanging in the air, blooming with bright light, turning the whole world into gold, extremely dazzling.

At this moment, the poem becomes eternal.

At this moment, heaven and earth gave way.

Only Li Bai, bathed in golden light, drank wine, wildly and freely.

"puff!"

The Poet Ancestor blocking the entrance to the Book Mountain looked at Li Bai, who seemed to be the incarnation of poetry. His face was livid. He could no longer bear the blow. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

In the next breath, a brilliant stream of light flew out of the poet's dantian.

This is the punishment of the heavens.

From this moment on, Shi Zu was officially abandoned by the cultural context, his Taoist heart was broken, and his cultivation level continued to decline, falling from the late Immortal Emperor period to the early Immortal Emperor stage.

And there is no possibility of recovery.

"Let's go!"

Li Bai waved his hand, moved the poet who was lying on the ground, and walked towards the top of the mountain of books.

Guiguzi, Dong Zhongshu, Wang Xizhi, and Wu Daozi started climbing with smiles on their faces.

"The show is about to begin, let's go and have a look!"

The other warriors hesitated for a moment, then flew into Shushan, which was regarded as a holy place by countless literati, and headed towards the top of the mountain without anyone blocking them along the way.

You must know that as a holy place in the literary world, the only creatures who can enter the Book Mountain, apart from the peerless powerful ones, are only the most accomplished literati.

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

"Lost!"

"A bunch of trash!"

On the top of the mountain, the author's face was as dark as water, filled with endless anger, and his cold eyes were full of fear.

He called Shi Zu and others useless, 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 final work written by Wen Zu, which has not been made public."

The author's eyes flashed, and he saw that Gui Guzi had not climbed up the mountain for a while, and his body gradually faded and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived outside the forbidden area. He pinched it with both hands and activated the formation, revealing a magnificent mausoleum.

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

After a few minutes.

The author of the article came out with a smile on his face and looked at Guiguzi climbing, with a hint of coldness flashing across his face.

Come to the top of the mountain!

All must die!