"Uh......"

But hearing Wei Wuji's direct question, Li Jin was suddenly a little speechless.

If he hadn't looked at Wei Wuji's face, he still had that look, 'Don't look at me, I really don't know', Li Jin would have thought that Wei Wuji was deliberately teasing him for fun.

After all, the reputation of Yan Zixiu, the number one literary scholar in the Northern Qi literary circle, who would not know in the entire Qingzhou territory?

That is equivalent to the only 'grade master' in Qingzhou.

It is completely famous for everyone!

"Brother Wei."

Li Jin glanced at Wei Wuji meaningfully, then moved his body, slowly approached, and began to tell Wei Wuji about Yan Zixiu.

"This Mr. Zixiu, whose original name was Yan Zixiu, is an unknown scholar in Northern Qi."

"However, after years of hard work, whether it is his poems or the annotations of the Water Classic, he has influenced countless Northern Qi readers, and even the entire Qingzhou readers!"

"Moreover, this person's attainments in literature are quite profound, comparable to the current Wenqu star!"

"So now, all the students in Qingzhou respect him as Mr. Zixiu!"

"Even if it's the emperor of Northern Qi ......"

While speaking, Li Jin also secretly pointed to the upper seat, and after speaking, he had already left the Northern Qi Emperor, and whispered, "He is also Mr. Zixiu's closed student." “

"Say, what is the reputation of this Mr. Zixiu?"

After hearing Li Jin's words, Wei Wuji couldn't help but squint his eyes and glanced at Yan Zixiu twice.

I saw that Yan Zixiu, who had walked through the middle of the road, was wearing an old white mantle with long sideburns and a shawl, and the wrinkles on his hands were like old bark.

At first glance, it's the kind of 'old writer' costume that has been studied for many years!

But seeing Yan Zixiu flick his sleeves, all the scholars and disciples saluted and sat down, and Wei Wuji took advantage of the situation to retract his gaze.

Glancing at Li Jin, Wei Wuji suddenly asked, "Why don't you get up and salute?" ”

Li Jin was stunned, looked Wei Wuji up and down, and asked rhetorically, "Then why don't you salute?" ”

"I'm neither a native of Northern Qi nor his student."

Wei Wuji said indifferently, "And before, I didn't know him, and I didn't know that he was in Qingzhou, so he had such a big reputation!" ”

“？？？”

Li Jin was a little stunned when he heard it on the spot, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, this special explanation can actually be obtained?

However, when he looked at Wei Wuji's serious appearance, he was afraid that he really didn't know.

Otherwise, Fang Cai wouldn't have asked him.

So, Li Jin smiled abruptly, then shook his head and muttered, "Then I'm not his student, what kind of courtesy?" ”

"Besides, I'm still from our Southern Jin Dynasty!"

“……”

Wei Wuji couldn't help but be speechless, twitched the corners of his mouth, and praised Li Jin, "Brother Li is really a master, I admire him!" ”

"Where, Where, ......"

Not to be outdone, Li Jin returned the salute to Wei Wuji and smiled, "Brother Wei, we are all fellow believers!" ”

Wei Wuji: "......"

But at this moment, Dan saw that Yan Zixiu, who had just sat down, had already taken out a poem, and then suddenly raised his head and asked around, "Dare to ask, is Li Taibai present?" ”

Suddenly, Wei Wuji and Li Jin found that all eyes were looking towards them.

And Li Bai also turned his head in a daze and looked towards Yan Zixiu's place.

This time, without anyone making a sound, Yan Zixiu's eyes found the location of Wei Wuji and the others.

He staggered to his feet, walked over with the paper of poetry on the table, and began to read as he went:

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns."

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone."

……

While chanting continuously, Yan Zixiu stopped in front of Wei Wuji.

Nodding as if he had realized something, he stared at Wei Wuji and praised, "Li Taibai, your poem is really wonderful, and you are a rare good seedling. ”

As soon as the conversation changed, Yan Zixiu asked Wei Wuji again, "How about it, are you interested in joining the old man's sect, when I close the door to disciples, and inherit the old mantle in the future?" ”

“？？？”

Wei Wuji stretched out his hand in confusion, pointed inward at himself, and said loudly, "Old man, I'm afraid you're mistaken, I'm ......"

"That's right!"

Before Wei Wuji could finish speaking, Yan Zixiu nodded solemnly, patted Wei Wuji's shoulder, and said firmly, "Although the old man is old, he is not blind. ”

"The old man looks at your scholar's white face and clean appearance, this poem ...... How could it not have been written by you? ”

"Uh......"

The corners of Wei Wuji's mouth couldn't help twitching, he coughed dryly, and quickly pointed at Li Bai beside him, "Old man, you are really mistaken." ”

"My name is Wei Wuji, and this poem was written by Li Bai."

Seeing this, Li Bai also nodded slowly, "I did it!" ”

“？？？”

Yan Zixiu narrowed his eyes, his eyes were on Wei Wuji and Li Bai, and he took a good look at them.

Then, he held his chin and long beard with one hand, and muttered, "No, Li Bai Li Bai, shouldn't you be called Li Bai because you are white?" ”

"Poof..."

As soon as these words fell, Chu Yanran, who was about to drink, didn't hold back, and squirted out a mouthful of wine on the spot.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little stiff.

Seeing this situation, Wei Wuji also twitched the corners of his mouth, forced a smile, and hurriedly relieved: "Old man, he is Li Bai, if you are fake!" ”

"Uh......"

Yan Zixiu pulled the corners of his mouth a little embarrassed, forcibly calmed down, glanced at Li Bai, and continued the topic, "Li Bai, your poem is good, are you willing to enter my door......"

"I don't want to!"

However, without waiting for Yan Zixiu to finish speaking, Li Bai refused on the spot, and at the same time said seriously, "I, Li Taibai, am the lord in life, and the ghost of the lord in death!" ”

"In this life, even if I turn to ashes, I will never remarry...... Don't switch to someone else's door! ”

Wei Wuji: "......"

Yan Zixiu: "......"

People around: "......"

"Hey......"

Speechless and let out a sigh of headache, Wei Wuji stretched out his leg and kicked it over, and then said to Yan Zixiu, "I'm sorry, let the old gentleman laugh, Li Bai...... Something is not very good in the head. ”

"......" Li Bai.

"Ahem..."

Coughed dryly twice, Yan Zixiu saw this situation, and the corners of his mouth twitched, looking at Li Bai's appearance, he was afraid that he was unwilling.

So, he also demanded too much, and sighed with a wry smile: "That's it, fate is a thing, but it is impossible to find." ”

Immediately, as if thinking of something, Yan Zixiu took out another poem.

He looked at the signature of the three words 'Wei Wuji' on it, and then he stared at Wei Wuji.

"Wei Wuji, you made this poem, right?"