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Who is Li Taibai?

Fifty years ago, a sword was in the air, and the entire rivers and lakes were overwhelmed, and the undisputed number one in the world that year was those ancestors in the four major sects, and when they faced Li Taibai, they could only sigh lightly.

Although many people of the younger generation have forgotten the legendary person, as long as they have been in the rivers and lakes for a few years, most of them have heard those old rivers and lakes boast about how powerful the poetry and sword fairy was back then.

Back then, wearing a white robe, the sword entered Chang'an, and after entering the rivers and lakes, it disappeared without a trace.

Over the years, news related to Li Taibai has come from time to time, but no one dares to confirm that what they see is the real Li Taibai.

Some people even say that Li Taibai went out of Chang'an back then, looked up to the sky and smiled, and then went to the sky.

Although this statement is a bit mythical Li Taibai, but fifty years ago, he had stepped into the realm of the great master of the first grade, the mysterious and mysterious Tianxuan realm, there is no one in this world who can fight with him, if he does not ascend to the sky, where will he have an opponent.

Anyway, the legend of Li Taibai has still been passed on from mouth to mouth in various old rivers and lakes over the years, but his real person has indeed not appeared in front of the people of the rivers and lakes for decades, I don't know whether he has gone to the sky, or has died of old age somewhere, or as the rumors say, he was led down to earth by the design of the four major schools and killed him.

But now that Wang Zhijin actually said the previous sentence, could it be that Li Taibai was among the people present?

While everyone was surprised, they couldn't help but look at the people next to them.

I don't know if there are immortals in this world, but Li Taibai, a poetry and sword immortal, if he can get a little guidance from him, wouldn't he soar.

Xu Mingyuan also had a look of surprise on his face, and he didn't even care to continue talking to Shi Yuexin, his eyes searched the crowd.

Unlike others who are looking for those old men with fairy wind bones, his gaze pauses on those sloppy old men, and now Li Taibai's appearance is not the appearance of a living immortal in those people's imagination.

He had thought that Li Taibai might come to this martial arts conference, but this possibility is actually extremely low, and after getting along with him on the grassland for a while, Xu Mingyuan clearly knows that this so-called martial arts conference is not as attractive as a jar of rice wine for Li Taibai.

However, the entanglement between Li Taibai and the four major sects is sporadically recorded in the Yuntai Division, and this time the martial arts conference, Wudang Mountain and Taihua Hall came to four first-class great masters, which is a little different from the previous martial arts conferences.

Because of the king's words, there was an uproar in the audience, and there was still no cloudless sky, thunder rumbled, and lightning streaked from time to time, like a silver dragon, quite terrifying, as if to send down heavenly punishment.

"Li Taibai, you dare to challenge the majesty of God, even if you have been hiding for fifty years, you will definitely be ambushed today!" Wang Zhijin seemed to perceive something, his eyes suddenly looked in a certain direction of the crowd, pointed his finger, and shouted.

Although that finger was not attached to the sword qi, it was more powerful than the sword qi, and the people in the rivers and lakes before that finger all dispersed to both sides at once, for fear that if they were slow down for a moment, this sky-destroying hat would be buckled on their heads, and then the heavens would send down punishments.

The crowd followed that point, and suddenly there was a one-zhang wide avenue in the air, and everyone looked at it, their faces changed slightly, and more of them looked incredulous.

In the middle of the avenue leading to the river, stood an old man dressed in a gray coarse cloth, almost dyed black, with many holes in it, but fortunately there were several layers inside and out, so that the skin would not be exposed.

My hair hadn't been washed in years, and it was knotted dryly, and it was still messy despite a branch. On his back was a white scabbard, just as old, dyed in various colors, and at the bottom there was a piece of dried meat, like a beggar.

What made the women present cover their faces even more was that the old man with the scabbard on his back seemed to have some itching under his crotch, and he was holding a wine gourd and drinking the last sip of wine with his head up, while scratching his crotch with the other hand through his pants.

"This can't really be that poetry sword immortal Li Taibai, right?" Tang Xue covered her face and asked in disbelief.

Shi Yuexin looked at the obscene old man, and was also a little surprised, but she was not as shy as Tang Xue, but squinted her eyes and looked at him carefully.

Liu Shaoqun looked at the old man, his eyes also brightened a little, and his hand unconsciously touched the stone slab on his back, as if he would make a move at any time.

Xu Mingyuan looked at the sloppy old man who was scratching his crotch with one hand and drinking wine at the same time, a little smile appeared on his face, and he nodded and said, "This is Li Taibai." ”

Everyone debated endlessly because of whether the old man with the scabbard on his back was Li Taibai, and some old people who had seen Li Taibai back then vaguely found something deep in their memories on the obscene old man, and their expressions changed from doubts to surprises, and then to deep disappointment.

"This can't be the scabbard of the Longquan Sword back then, how did it become like this." An old man stared at the worn-out white scabbard that the old man was carrying behind him, a little distracted.

"The radiant immortals of the past, have they also been worn into such a way by the years?" An old woman in a green shirt looked at the old man's face and secretly wept, not knowing whether to be disappointed or nostalgic.

In the rivers and lakes of that year, there was a mistaken lifelong word at the sight of Taibai, and I don't know how many of the women who were looking for fruitless back then have now turned into a handful of dirt and are lonely and old, and how much are still waiting for the man who didn't put the whole world in his eyes.

Is this sloppy old man Li Taibai, the poet and sword fairy of the year?

Some people were delighted, but they didn't expect to see such a legendary character in their lifetime.

Some people are disappointed, and the belief that once walked the rivers and lakes seems to have collapsed in an instant.

"Little baby, when I was on the waves in the rivers and lakes, you were still playing in your mother's arms. Milk too. Walking the rivers and lakes, it is not a loud voice, but a reason. Poured the last drop of the wine jug into his mouth, and the old man with the scabbard on his back threw the wine gourd out casually, fell to the ground, bounced twice, dripping and turning, looking at Wang Zhijin and said with a deep meaning, but with his respectful face, he couldn't see the demeanor of a master.

"You ......" Wang Zhijin's face changed slightly, and he just wanted to speak.

"Damn, you've been hiding from Lao Tzu for fifty years, and you don't even dare to touch Lao Tzu's sword?"

The old man with the scabbard on his back looked up at the clear sky where silver lightning was constantly streaking, and asked with some disdain.

The thunder suddenly intensified, and the blue sky seemed to be crawling with silver lightning all at once, as if God was angry.

The old man with the scabbard on his back raised his head, his messy gray beard was blown by the wind, and he raised his middle finger and said two words:

"Return the sword!"

And then

It's dark. (To be continued.) )