, I will write to you right away. Do you want ten poems or twenty poems? Are they not worth mentioning? Today I will let you little brat see how my poems are not worth mentioning."

Li Xiuyuan's mouth twitched when he heard this. Before, weren't you very humble and said that your poetry was not worthy of praise? Moreover, if you praised it too much, you would blush.

Why did his attitude change in the blink of an eye?

But this Li Taibai is really scary. He can sing ten or twenty poems when he opens his mouth.

If there were any literati in the world here, they would probably be scared to death.

Ordinary literati write poems by chewing words, pondering for many days, and revising again and again before completing a poem. But for Li Taibai, reciting poems was like eating and drinking. It was simple and his poetic talent was already high.

It has reached a level that is unattainable.

Such a person actually modestly thinks that his poems are not worth mentioning.

"I don't dare to ask for new poems from Taibai Immortal. 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 start writing poetry.

"Oh, just Mo Bao? Are you looking down on me, Li Taibai?" Li Taibai said.

What is the reason for Li Xiuyuan? He asked for poems because he wanted to leave them to future generations. Of course, he also had a selfish motive for letting future generations admire him. That is how valuable this poetry immortal's calligraphy is. If it is passed down, what will it be left to his descendants?

Gold, silver, jewels, good farmland and houses are a thousand times better.

But such poetry must have appeared before.

If it hasn't appeared before, wouldn't it be pirated or fake?

After some good words and persuasion, Li Taibai still listened to Li Xiuyuan's advice and wrote several famous poems in ink.

No more, no less, exactly ten.

Moreover, it was stamped with his own seal and his name was mentioned.

"My poems and essays are enough for you to pass down to future generations for future generations to admire. With my poems and essays of Li Taibai here, there is no need to ask for the poems and essays of the poet saint." Li Taibai threw away the ink pen in his hand,

Hahaha laughed.

Do you care about this emotionally?

"I'm rich." Li Xiuyuan looked at the scattered pieces of rice paper on the table and couldn't help feeling secretly happy.

Don't say that our ancestors don't care about you descendants. Ten pieces of Li Taibai's calligraphy are here for you.

Hey, wait.

Calligraphy by Li Bai and rice 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 darken his face.

A hundred secrets and a sparse, a hundred secrets and a sparse.

However, Li Taibai seemed to have become interested. He pulled an immortal next to him and said, "My dear immortal, my poems are timeless and outstanding. How about I leave you a pair of calligraphy treasures for your descendants to admire?"

"Go on, go on. Who cares about your bad characters? Do you think you are Zhang Sengyao, Du Fu, or Wu Daozi? I want their poems and paintings." The immortal said with disdain.

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

Then he shrank back angrily, looking like he was greatly shocked.

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

Tao Tong Immortal glanced at him and said: "You have been embarrassed again. Apart from your calligraphy that can fool me, my disciple, which immortal will take notice of you? Although your talent in the world is good, but a poet like

Things are the most worthless. They have appeared in endlessly in all dynasties. If there is no

Human achievements are not worthy of admiration."

"Zhang Sengyao's paintings can create living creatures, can you?"

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

"Du Fu was named a poet, are you qualified to be called a poet?"

"He can't drink, I look down on him, and he can't dance a sword either." Li Taibai said with some avoidance.

"Wu Daozi's paintings are also extraordinary and holy. Do you have such a level?"

"But my swordsmanship is the best."

The Taoist Immortal hummed softly and said nothing.

Li Taibai was silent for a long time, then turned to look at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Can you return those calligraphy treasures just now to me? I want to tear them up, so let's talk about swordsmanship. I have created some swordsmanship of my own, do you want to learn it?"
Chapter completed!