Xuanhuan: It turns out that I am a peerless master

Li Yixi's eyes fell on these two words, and his eyes were full of splendor.

Involuntarily said: "Good calligraphy, I don't know who wrote it, it must be a great calligrapher, each stroke is magnificent, both form and spirit, elegant and majestic, it seems that in this mountain of books, there is Capable person."

The little Fenghuang at the side muttered, "It's just a shape, but it doesn't show awe-inspiring aura. I think it's much worse than the master."

At this moment, Little Phoenix had a look of disdain.

"Girl, flattering depends on the occasion. Be careful when others beat you to death."

Li Yixi was very helpless, but he was very happy in his heart.

Little Phoenix held his head up and said: "Master, every sentence I say comes from the bottom of my heart, but I don't flatter you. Master is the real sage of calligraphy!"

Li Yixi smiled, and suddenly felt that his disciple's words were nice, and it was rare for him to be complimented, and Li Yixi was not blaming him.

Xiao Bai on Hu Qingyun's shoulder looked at Xiao Fenghuang with contempt, thinking that Xiao Fenghuang was a sycophant now.

The three of them soon came to the book mountain, and saw that many scholars gathered there, thinking hard.

As soon as Li Yixi arrived, the eyes of all the female disciples in Shushan couldn't help but shine. Li Yixi's temperament is really out of this world. The word floating like a fairy seems to be prepared for Li Yixi.

From top to bottom, there is an air of elegance.

No matter how outstanding those Confucian scholars were in front of Li Yixi, at this moment, Li Yixi completely crushed them just because of their appearance.

A female disciple ran over excitedly, and said respectfully, "Master, are you here to attend the book fair held by the saint?"

"Do you have an invitation?"

The female disciple had a respectful face at the moment, as if she was afraid that Li Yixi would not like it, so she tried her best to soften her voice.

Li Yixi blushed slightly, and hurriedly said: "Sorry, I don't have an invitation card. I just entered Qinglong Immortal City and just learned about the book fair. I heard that anyone can participate regardless of their birth date. So come here. If you can't, please excuse me."

As soon as Li Yixi finished speaking, the woman hurriedly said: "My lord, if you don't have an invitation card, you need to write a poem containing calligraphy before you can enter."

"Write poetry?"

"That's no problem, let the girl lead the way!"

At this moment Li Yixi smiled.

"Sir, please!"

At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan hastily invited Li Yixi to come over. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone had already been prepared there.

Li Yixi didn't think too much about it, and he was not interested in the saint of Shushan, so he just picked up his pen and wrote: "The dude doesn't starve to death, and the Confucian crown often misses the body. The father-in-law will try to listen quietly, and the bastard, please tell me. When I was young, I was a state guest. I read thousands of volumes, and I write like a god. Fu materials to promote heroes, poems to see sons and relatives. Li Yong asked for knowledge, Wang Han wished to tell neighbors"

With the movement of Li Yixi's pen, words fell on the rice paper one by one, the female disciple of Shushan's eyes widened at this moment, and an unbelievable look appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Li Yixi's pen seems to endow every word with a soul, and every word Li Yixi writes seems to be able to fly away.

"It floats like floating clouds, and it looks like a dragon. The iron book and silver hook are the best in the past and the present."

At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan involuntarily covered her mouth, with an expression of disbelief on her face. This calligraphy is better than that of Shushan's calligrapher.

But Li Yixi looked young, the woman was stunned at this moment.

Li Yixi wrote, his eyes fell on the woman, and he said with a smile: "Excuse me, can I go in?"

Hearing Li Yixi's voice, the woman woke up from the shock, and immediately said with a smile: "Young master is qualified to enter the Tianzi Palace, this is your seat number!" At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan hurriedly fetched a wooden sign, Offer with both hands.

"Thank you!"

Li Yixi took the wooden sign and walked straight into the book mountain.

When Li Yixi left, the girl was so excited that she wanted to put away the poem in a hurry. However, when she wanted to take away the rice paper, the girl's eyes widened instantly, and a look of shock appeared in her beautiful eyes. She felt that she was hallucinating, because she didn't pick up the rice paper immediately, and she suddenly found that the rice paper in front of her was unshakable.

"how can that be?"

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating?"

"It's just a piece of paper, I can't even pick it up."

At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan couldn't help shaking her head, and the next moment she looked at the ancient poem in front of her.

It’s okay if you don’t look at it, but after looking at it, the woman was startled, because at this moment, she suddenly found that the words in front of her had turned from black to gold strangely at this moment, and those words seemed to be really coming to life at this moment generally.

The next moment, before the mountain of books.

An aura of grandeur soared into the sky.

In the depths of the book mountain, in the thatched hut, an old man who looked very old was flipping through the bamboo slips. The moment Haoran's divine power appeared, the old man turned around suddenly, and the cloudiness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by spirit. mango.

"This"

"This is, this is the great power. The great power only appears in legends. Why does it appear here?"

"Could it be that the great Confucianism above Haoran came to the Book Mountain?"

As soon as the thought came up, the old man's eyes burst out with endless divine light in an instant, his excited body trembled, and the next moment he disappeared into the thatched cottage.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived in front of Shushan, in front of Shushan at this moment, the female disciple of Shushan was still muttering to herself, with an unbelievable expression on her face, "Why is this happening, why is this happening, I am a monk, but why, I If I can’t hold this poem, am I in a hallucination?”

What the female disciple of Shushan didn't know at this moment was that on the rice paper in front of her at this moment, streams of dense awe-inspiring divine power slowly entered her body, and her body was transforming at an extremely terrifying speed.

The old man glanced over at this moment, and his eyes widened instantly.

His lips trembled violently, and his eyes were fixed on the female disciple Shushan in front of him.

"Entering the body with divine power, going to transform into a god?"

"This, this, what is this method?"

The old man in front of him is not weak, he has reached the realm of a true immortal, and he is considered a peak existence in Qinglong Immortal City. In this way, the power of heaven and earth is constantly growing stronger, and there is a faint tendency to step into a heavenly immortal. The old man feels that he is very fast. The most powerful level in Qinglong Immortal City, but he never expected that at this moment, he was watching the female disciple of Shushan, with the help of divine power, forging a divine body.

The old man's mind has been greatly impacted at this moment.

The old man's body trembled uncontrollably.

But then, the old man reacted in an instant, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed directly, "No, Haoran's divine power dissipates too quickly, but this little girl doesn't know how to absorb it, she just let the divine power enter her body instinctively, it's too wasteful .”

At this moment, the old man almost vomited blood when he saw the power dissipated, and felt that the female disciple was an idiot, and such a heaven-defying opportunity was wasted.