Fantasy: So I Am a Peerless Expert

It seems that I was praised too much by Li Mu, the praise is beyond marginal, and others don't believe it.

At this moment, Li Yixi understood it completely, but couldn't help but complain, "I'm a commoner mortal, is it really okay for you to praise me like that? People who praised me don't believe it anymore."

"Sir, it's my fault."

Li Mu was a little apprehensive, and said again.

"Stop it, it's also my honor to be able to participate in the literary conference today. I'll take a good look. It's not bad to see the rise." Li Yixi looked forward to it. These people are the big names among the scholars.

As for Li Mu, Li Yixi directly ignored it. At this moment, Li Mu could not attract Li Yixi's interest in the slightest.

Seeing that Li Yixi was not paying attention to himself, Li Mu's hanging heart was much calmer.

"Everyone, no matter what happens today, give me calmness. Maybe it's our chance, maybe it's the revival of Wendao in the Southern Horizons. The son is a heavenly man, the strongest man in Wendao, living in seclusion in the mountains and incarnations of mortal life, is bound to be bored. After completing the life of a cultivator and entering the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty for the first time, no matter what we have seen, we have to suppress our emotions and not let the husband dislike it."

Ouyang Jing's voice was extremely serious, and it sounded in the ears of every scholar in Wangyue Pavilion.

"Huh."

At this moment, the unmarked gazes instantly fell on Ouyang Jing's body, one by one with doubts.

"Don't ask, the best explanation is to look good."

"The reality will give you the answer."

Ouyang Jing explained again.

"Everyone, come and do this glass of wine, and the literary meeting will begin. With the strongest talent, you can write amazing articles!"

Ouyang Jing held up the wine glass, Lanxess said.

At this moment, Ouyang Jing's voice was extremely loud, like thunder. If he hadn't seen the deity, he would never know that this was a dead man.

"Dry."

The Confucian scholars raised their glasses and drank them.

Ouyang Jing took a fierce sip. The rickety old body instantly became straight, and with a big wave of his hand, in the Wangyue Pavilion, a huge scroll was instantly suspended here.

"Um?"

"Is this a treasure book?"

Seeing the suspended books, Li Yixi was very curious.

"I'll come first."

A young scholar stood up, waved his hand, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in front of him.

He swallowed a sigh of relief, and put up a quick note, "The battlefield wears gold armor for hundreds of battles, and I won't return it if I don't break the evil."

The moment the pen fell, a palm fell on his chest, and at this moment a mouthful of blood sprayed on the calligraphy and painting.

The strange thing is that the calligraphy and painting are not stained with blood, and the blood is actually absorbed by the characters on the rice paper.

Moreover, the words that had absorbed the blood radiated hot light at this moment, as if it could get rid of the cold.

The next moment, the calligraphy and painting in front of me flew up, entered the suspended book, and became the first page.

"Um?"

Li Yixi was shocked by this scene, because all of it was included in Li Yixi's eyes, and because it was completely included in Li Yixi's eyes.

Li Yixi thought it was incredible.

It turned out to be just a few words, so powerful.

Li Yixi looked at the second person curiously.

The second person is an old scholar.

He is very old, he is 80 or 90 years old. If he is a cultivator, his age is not a big deal, but because he has not been able to condense the divine writings, he is still a mortal. At such an age, he is naturally alive as a mortal. It won't be long.

The old man didn't start writing immediately, but filled himself with a glass of wine and drank it all in one go.

While putting down the cup, he lifted the brush.

"puff."

A sip of wine spit out, and the pen in his hand was also frighteningly fast at this moment.

"When you live as a human minister, you are also a ghost in death."

In just ten words, he was madly absorbing the squirting wine at this moment.

It became extremely dazzling in an instant. On the rice paper, an illusory figure appeared faintly. It was a human courtier, who was dedicated to the dynasty and turned into a ghost after death, guarding one side.

Looking at the illusory scene, Li Yixi took a breath.

"boom!"

But when Li Yixi was shocked, the old scholar actually fell to the ground.

"Thick burial."

Li Mu gave an order.

Soon several figures entered and carried the old scholar's body out.

"Um?"

"Is it really dead?"

"Isn't it just a sip of wine?" Although Li Yixi didn't say anything at this moment, his heart was overwhelmed at this moment.

The eyes are full of incomprehensible colors.

Ouyang Jing, who was next to Li Yixi, had been paying attention to Li Yixi. At this moment, he also found Li Yixi’s puzzlement. He immediately explained: "Sir, this is my former classmate named Jiu Shusheng. He drinks wine. It's very special, the name recalls the soul wine, and the moment he drinks the soul wine, he can explode five times his talent, but at the same time he will die."

"Dedicating everything in the year of death, this is the greatest value of my generation of scholars."

"Return to the soul wine?"

Hearing Ouyang Jing's explanation, Li Yixi looked at the other party's wine gourd curiously.

"Come!"

Ouyang Jing took a deep breath and exhaled the word ‘come’, and the wine gourd fell in front of Ouyang Jing.

"My son, this is the soul-returning wine."

Ouyang Jing pushed the wine gourd in front of Li Yixi.

"Thank you, I will accept these wines. I am very interested in wine." Li Yixi was very pleased and put it away.

"It's okay, for many people, the soul-returning wine is poison."

"Sir, don't drink indiscriminately, this is what I used when waiting for the desperate situation." Ouyang Jing said with a solemn expression, really afraid that Li Yixi would drink indiscriminately.

After all, this time the strength of soul wine is domineering.

"Thank you for the old man's suggestion." Li Yixi smiled.

If one person dies, the literary will proceed normally, because these are all within everyone's expectations, and soon, a few more old scholars will die.

Pieces of articles, pieces of ancient poems, pieces of ancient words, or sentences are continuously integrated into the suspended books.

The books at this moment, with the continuous integration of things, the breath becomes extremely holy, as if it can purify evil.

"Is this the aura of Haoran?"

"amazing."

At this moment, Li Yixi watched silently, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Today, it was the first time Li Yixi felt the aura of awe-inspiring so clearly.

"Sir, would you like to write an article?"

At this moment, Ouyang Jing looked at Li Yixi expectantly.

"Huh!"

At this moment, I got Ouyang Jing's voice transmission before, and now Ouyang Jing invites Li Yixi to write, these people are very curious.

"me?"

"I'm just an ordinary scholar, but I don't have any talent." Li Yixi's face turned red, feeling a little embarrassed.

These people are desperate for the human race, but at this moment they alone are powerless.

Li Yixi knew himself, but he had never written such a miraculous vision before, and he was a mortal.

"Sir, since I have participated in the literary meeting, let's write an article, and the master's calligraphy is a realm that I can't reach." Li Mu bowed and invited.