"Well……"

But when Li Jin heard Wei Wuji ask directly, he was speechless.

If he hadn't seen Wei Wuji's face still had that look on his face, "Don't look at me, I really don't know." Li Jin would have thought that Wei Wuji was deliberately making fun of him.

After all, who would not know the reputation of Yan Zixiu, the largest literary writer in the Northern Qi Dynasty?

That's equivalent to the only "grade master" in Qingzhou.

It is a completely famous existence 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, was an unknown scholar in Northern Qi."

"However, after his hard work over the years, both the poems he published and the commentary of the Water Classic have influenced countless scholars in Northern Qi, and even the scholars in Qingzhou!"

"Also, this person has a profound attainment in literature, comparable to the Wenqu Star who came to earth!"

"So now, all the students in Qingzhou respect him Mr. Xiu for a moment!"

"Even the Emperor of Northern Qi..."

While speaking, Li Jin also pointed to the seat secretly. After speaking, he had already left the Northern Qi Emperor and whispered, "He is also a closed student of Mr. Zixiu."

"What do you think is Mr. Zixiu's reputation?"

After hearing what Li Jin said, Wei Wuji couldn't help but squint and glanced at Yan Zixiu for two more times.

I saw that Yan Zixiu, who had passed by the middle of the human path, had long hair draped over his shoulders, and the wrinkles on his hands were like old tree bark. Under his simple clothes, he had a warm aura of a scholar.

At first glance, it is the kind of "old writer" outfit that has been successful for many years!

But seeing Yan Zixiu waved his sleeves, the scholars' children had just finished their salutes and sat down, and Wei Wuji took advantage of the opportunity to withdraw his gaze.

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

Li Jin was stunned for a moment, looked up and down at Wei Wuji, and asked back, "Then why don't you treat him?"

"I am neither from Northern Qi nor a student of his."

Wei Wuji said calmly, "And I didn't know him before, and I didn't know that he was so famous in Qingzhou!"

“???”

Li Jin was a little confused when he heard it on the spot and couldn't help but think in his heart, could he even give out this fucking explanation?

However, when he saw Wei Wuji look so serious, he really didn't know.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked him just now.

So Li Jin smiled embarrassedly, then shook his head and muttered, "Then I am not his student, what kind of rituals do you do?"

"Besides, I am still from our Southern Jin!"

“…”

Wei Wuji couldn't help but slapped the corner of his mouth and bowed to Li Jin to praise him, "Brother Li is indeed a master, I admire him!"

“Where…”

Li Jin was not willing to be outdone, and smiled at Wei Wuji and said, "Brother Wei, we are all fellow disciples!"

Wei Wuji: "..."

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

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

Li Bai also turned his head blankly and looked at Yan Zixiu.

At this moment, without anyone making a sound, Yan Zixiu discovered where Wei Wuji and others were without saying a word.

He staggered up and walked up with the paper of poetry on the table, and began to recite while walking:

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns."

"Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair, and the evening turns into snow."

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."

"I was born with my talents and I will be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone."

...

While constantly reciting, Yan Zixiu stopped in front of Wei Wuji.

He nodded as if he had some insight, then stared at Wei Wuji and praised, "Li Taibai, your poem is written so well, and it is a rare and good seedling."

After a change of topic, Yan Zixiu asked Wei Wuji again, "How about it, are you interested in joining me and becoming a disciple who will pass on my legacy in the future?"

“???”

Wei Wuji stretched out his hand in confusion, pointed at himself, and said, "Old sir, you are afraid you have made a mistake, I..."

"That's right!"

Before Wei Wuji finished speaking, Yan Zixiu nodded seriously, patted Wei Wuji's shoulder, and said confidently, "Although I am old, I am not blind."

"I see that your scholar has a white face and looks clean. How could this poem... not written by you?"

"Well……"

Wei Wuji couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, coughed dryly, and quickly pointed at Li Bai beside him, "Old sir, you've really made a mistake."

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

Seeing this, Li Bai also nodded slowly, "It was me who did it!"

“???”

Yan Zixiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Wuji and Li Bai. He looked at him carefully.

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

"puff…"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yanran, who was about to drink, couldn't help but squirt out a sip of wine on the spot.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little stiff.

Seeing this, Wei Wuji twitched his lips, forced himself to laugh, and quickly spoke out and said: "Old sir, he is Li Bai, it's like a fake one!"

"Well……"

Yan Zixiu pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly, tried to calm down, glanced at Li Bai, and continued the topic just now, "Li Bai, your poem is good, are you willing to join me..."

"I don't want to!"

However, before Yan Zixiu finished speaking, Li Bai refused on the spot, and said seriously, "I, Li Taibai, are the lord's man in my life, and are the lord's ghost when I die!"

"Even in this life, even if I turn into ashes, I will never remarry... I will not resign myself to other people's disciples!"

Wei Wuji: "..."

Yan Zixiu: "..."

Everyone around: "..."

"Why……"

He let out a breath of pain with a speechless headache. Wei Wuji stretched out his leg and kicked him, and then bowed to Yan Zixiu, "Sorry, I made the old man laugh. Li Bai... has a little bad head."

"..." Li Bai.

"Ahem..."

After coughing twice, Yan Zixiu's mouth twitched when he saw this. Seeing Li Bai's appearance, he was afraid he was unwilling to do so.

So he forced too much, smiled bitterly and sighed, "Forget it, fate is hard to come by."

Immediately, as if he had thought of something, Yan Zixiu took out another poem.

He looked carefully at the signature of the three words "Wei Wuji", and then he stared at Wei Wuji.
Chapter completed!