Chapter 918

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

Involuntarily said: "Good word, I don't know who wrote it, but it must be a calligraphy master. The strokes are magnificent, the shape and spirit are both elegant and majestic. It seems that in this mountain of books, there are some. Talented man."

The little phoenix on the side murmured: "It's just a form, and the aura is not obvious. I think it's much worse than the master."

At this moment, the little phoenix had a look of disdain.

"This girl, there are occasions for flattering, be careful that others beat you to death."

Li Yixi was very helpless, but she was very happy.

Little Phoenix raised his head and said, "Master, every sentence I say comes from the bottom of my heart, but I'm not flattering. Master is the real calligrapher!"

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

The little white on Hu Qingyun's shoulders looked at Xiao Fenghuang with contempt, and felt that Xiao Fenghuang was a sycophant now.

Before the three of them came to the mountain of books soon, they saw that at this moment, where many scholars were gathered, they were thinking hard.

As soon as Li Yixi arrived, the female disciples of Shushan couldn't help but their eyes lit up. Li Yixi's temperament was really too dusty. The word floating like a fairy seemed to be prepared for Li Yixi.

All over the body, there are countless elegant atmospheres.

Those Confucian scholars in front of Li Yixi, no matter how outstanding, at this moment, Li Yixi is only appearance, and completely crushed each other.

A female disciple trotted over excitedly and said respectfully, "Is this young master here to attend the book fair held by the Holy Maiden?"

"Is there an invitation?"

The female disciple had a respectful look on her face at the moment, as if afraid that Li Yixi would not like it, her voice was as soft as possible.

Li Yixi blushed, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I don't have an invitation, I just entered the Qinglong Xiancheng, I just knew about the book club, and I can participate regardless of whether I was born or heard, so come here, if you can't, then I'm disturbing."

As soon as Li Yixi finished speaking, the woman hurriedly said, "Young Master, if you don't have an invitation, you need to write a poem containing the words of a book before you can enter."

"Write poetry?"

"It's okay, ask the girl to lead the way!"

At this moment, Li Yixi smiled.

"Sir, please!"

At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan hurriedly invited Li Yixi to go there. The ink, ink, paper and inkstone were already prepared there. There were many Confucian scholars who were thinking hard, all of them wanting to make themselves stand out and make the Saintess of Shushan look at them differently.

Li Yixi didn't think about it that much, and was even less interested in the Holy Maiden of Shushan. He just picked up the pen and wrote: "Wanqian will not starve to death, and many Confucian crowns will be mistaken. When I was young, I used to be a state guest early on. I read thousands of volumes, and I wrote like a god. I wrote materials to raise my enemies, and I wrote poems to see my sons and relatives.

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

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

"Floating like a floating cloud, acting like a frightening dragon. The iron book and the silver hook are the best in the past and present."

At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan covered her mouth involuntarily, and her face showed an unbelievable look. This calligraphy is even better than the calligraphy of Shushan.

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

Li Yixi wrote, his eyes fell on the woman, and smiled: "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 the seat number of your son!" At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan hurriedly fetched a wooden sign. Serve with both hands.

"thanks!"

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

When Li Yixi left, the woman 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 woman's eyes widened instantly, and a look of shock appeared in her beautiful eyes. She felt that she had hallucinations, because she did not pick up the rice paper immediately, she suddenly found that the rice paper in front of her could not be shaken.

"how can that be?"

"Am I hallucinating?"

"I can't even pick up a piece of paper."

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 not to look at it. After a look, the woman was startled, because at this moment, she suddenly realized that the text in front of her had strangely changed from black to gold at this moment. Those words seemed to really come to life at this moment. generally.

The next moment, before the mountain of books.

An aura of arrogance rose into the sky.

In the depths of the mountain of books, in the grass hut, an old man who looked like he was old, was flipping through the bamboo slips. At the moment when the divine power appeared, the old man turned around suddenly, the turbidity in his eyes disappeared, and the essence was replaced. mango.

"This······"

"This is, this is Haoran Divine Power. Haoran Divine Power only appears in legends, why did it appear here?"

"Could it be that the great Confucian above Haoran came to Shushan?"

As soon as the thought came up, the old man's eyes instantly burst into endless divine light, his excited body trembled, and the next moment he disappeared into the grass hut.

In the blink of an eye, before they came to the mountain of books, before the mountain of books at the moment, the female disciples of the mountain of books were still muttering to themselves, with an incredible look, "Why is this happening, why is this happening, I am a cultivator, but why, I Can't hold this poem, am I in a hallucination?"

What the female disciple of Shushan didn't know at the moment was that on the rice paper in front of her eyes, a series of rich divine power slowly entered her body, and her body was changing 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 stared at the Shushan female disciple in front of him.

"God into the body, go to the mortal and transform into a god?"

"This, this, what method is this?"

The old man in front of him is not weak and has reached the realm of a true immortal. In Qinglong Immortal City, it can be regarded as a peak existence. In this way, the power of heaven and earth is constantly growing, and there is a faint trend of stepping into the immortal. The old man feels that he is very fast, that is The most powerful level in the Azure Dragon Immortal City, but he did not expect 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 was greatly impacted at this moment.

The old man's body trembled uncontrollably.

But then, the old man reacted instantly, his face changed greatly, and he exclaimed, "No, Haoran's divine power is dissipating too fast, but this little girl doesn't know how to absorb it, just letting divine power instinctively enter the body, it is too wasteful ."

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