Li Zaixing suddenly felt guilty. Whose poem, isn’t your poem?

"Do you still remember other verses in this poem?" Li Bai looked at Li Zaixing with a burning look, looking happy when he saw the hunt.

"Uh..." Li Zaixing was a little hesitant. He knew very little about Tang poetry. He had almost no impression of those poems that primary and secondary school students often recited. He also couldn't remember this poem "About Wine" completely, only a few sentences. He originally wanted to get close to Li Bai, but he didn't expect that he would reveal his flaws as soon as he opened his mouth. He didn't dare to pretend anymore. Li Bai might not have thought that Li Mi was a smart person. "I don't know much about poetry and prose. This sentence was also a coincidence. I thought I was listening poorly and I was ashamed."

Li Bai showed regret, but he immediately put the matter aside and looked at Li Zaixing: "I heard from Li Prodigy, although you are not good at literary affairs, your martial arts are very skilled, and you are interested in joining the army and making achievements. I wonder if you can try it?"

Only then did Li Zaixing figure out what Li Bai was looking for him, and he was suddenly confused.

Competition? With Li Bai?

Li Zaixing hesitated for a moment, shook his head with a smile: "There is no need."

"Why?" Li Bai raised his eyebrows: "Are you scared?"

Li Zaixing smiled and thought to himself that although you are known as a swordsman, in front of me, you are just talking about it. Can I be afraid of you?

"Li Zaixing Xian, you are afraid of being strong at a young age. Although you are strong, you are nearly fifty years old and have been traveling outside for many years. If I win, you will be defeated and will be laughed at by others. Why bother?" Li Zaixing said deliberately calmly: "For me, I have nothing to gain, and for you, it is the same. Since that is the case, why bother to compete with me? What's more, the boxing gun has no eyes. If you hurt you, the banished immortal, how can I feel sorry?"

Li Bai didn't really want to compete with Li Zaixing. He was just dissatisfied with Li Mi's attitude, so he deliberately came to find fault. Li Zaixing said a few soft words, and he wouldn't forget it. Unexpectedly, although Li Zaixing said politely, the meaning in his words was not polite at all. Li Bai couldn't help but become really popular. Especially when he heard the last two sentences, Li Zaixing's attitude of winning was even more unacceptable.

If you hurt me, can you hurt me?

Li Bai put away his smile, took a step back, slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and shone the cold light in the afternoon sun. Li Bai shook his wrist, shook a sword flower, and smiled faintly: "This little friend, I was a young man who taught General Pei, and I have also learned a lot of gossips. Although I dare not say that I am invincible in the world, I think I am not a mediocre person. If I have the fate to meet my friend, I dare not give it a try?"

When Li Mi saw Li Bai getting really angry, he was a little panicked and said quickly: "The exiled immortal master is famous and famous all over the world. He has such a master of swordsmanship. Why do you have to compete with a country boy? Exiled immortal, you are a bit of bullying the weak and disrespectful to the old, hahaha..."

Li Bai glanced at Li Mi and sneered: "Bai appeared and went to Hu Yi, and he was a little disrespectful to him. Li Prodigy didn't remind him, so Bai knew it."

Li Mi knew that he had touched Li Bai's heart disease again, so he had to close his mouth awkwardly. This matter was originally caused by him, but now no matter what he said, I am afraid that Li Bai will think in a bad direction. He had to wink at Li Zaixing, hoping that Li Zaixing would not fight against Li Bai and let it be soft.

Li Zaixing regarded him as if he had never seen him. When he was outside the door, he took a fancy to Li Bai's Pitler. He just liked him at that time and had no idea. Now that Li Bai came to the door for a competition, he naturally refused to miss the opportunity and wanted to take this good horse from Li Shixian as a mount, so he could start practicing big guns early.

At this time, he was just thinking about inciting Li Bai to fight, so he was reluctant to retreat.

"The exiled immortal, you'd better not have to try it." Li Zaixing shook his head and declined: "Fist is a killing fist, a gun is a killing gun. He practices hard in the cold and summer. He hopes to kill enemies on the battlefield in the future, not to be used to promote the competition. Besides, the exiled immortal is famous all over the world, and his friends are also everywhere. If I hurt you, how can I stand in the world in the future? Exiled immortal, don't make things difficult for me."

When Li Bai heard this, he was so angry that he refused to give up. He waved the sword in his hand and insisted on a separation from Li Zaixing.

After talking for a long time, Li Zaixing said helplessly: "How about this? Although I have been living in the mountains, I also know the name of the exiled immortal. I have admired it for a long time and have always hoped to travel around the world with the exiled immortal. Today, I have a chance to meet here, so I can respect the exiled immortals and compete with me. I will reluctantly make it a big deal and accompany the exiled immortals. If the exiled immortal wins, I will follow the exiled immortals and be a servant from now on. How about it?"

Li Mi just heard Li Zaixing's voice wrong. Now that he heard this, he guessed what Li Zaixing wanted to do. He looked at Li Zaixing, then Li Bai, and smiled and said, "What's the intention of the exiled immortal?"

"Of course." Li Bai smiled at the sword: "I can't ask for anything like a brave man like a young friend."

Li Mi said again: "Zaixing's virtuous brother bets on his body, but I don't know what the exiled immortal uses to make a lottery?"

Li Bai was stunned for a moment and felt a little embarrassed. Li Zaixing made a bet. He could not be Li Zaixing's servant like Li Zaixing. However, since he was a bet, the lottery he gave should not be too bad, otherwise he would really become a strong bully of the weak and disrespectful person. This is not his nature of exiled immortals. He pondered for a moment and gritted his teeth: "When you entered the door, did you see that Pitler?"

Li Mi nodded, but disagreed: "I saw it, but the exiled immortal uses horses to compare people?"

Li Bai glared at him and said angrily: "That was the imperial horse in Feilong Stable, given by the emperor. He has followed me all over the world for many years, just like my son..."

Li Zaixing quickly said, "Since that's the case, it's okay." All he wanted was this horse. Li Bai seemed a little reluctant to let it go. He didn't want to make the difference and agreed immediately.

The two of them made up their minds. Li Zaixing picked up the big pole leaning against the wall, took off the luggage hanging on it, walked into the courtyard, his hands trembled, and said with a smile: "Exiled Immortal, please give me advice."

Li Bai looked at him in confusion: "You just use this bladeless white pole to fight me?"

The big pole in Li Zaixing's hand actually did not meet the requirements. It was only more than meter long. It was just used to practice marksmanship and there was no iron spear head on it. It looked no different from an ordinary stick, and it was not even considered a formal weapon. There was a spear in the Tang Dynasty, which was called the white spear in later generations. The spear used by infantrymen was somewhat similar to the big pole held by Li Zaixing, so Li Bai asked this question.

"It's a competition, it's not a life-and-death battle, this is enough." Li Zaixing smiled, took a step back with his right leg, held a gun in both hands, pointed his head down diagonally, and gently landed on the ground: "Exiled Immortal, please."

Li Bai was even more annoyed. In his opinion, Li Zaixing used a white pole without an iron blade to compete with him, which was a bit of a sign of despising him. Since that's the case, then defeat him first and let him see his strength before talking. He stopped talking, tucked the hem of his clothes into his belt, held the long sword tightly, and posed in an attacking position.

The so-called three-foot Qingfeng Sword, the long sword in Li Bai's hand is only three feet long, but the big pole in Li Zaixing's hand is more than one meter. Even if he used to calculate, the distance between him and Li Bai was more than six feet long. Li Bai fought with his shortness, so he naturally had to break through Li Zaixing's defensive circle and advance at least three or four feet forward, otherwise he would not be able to touch Li Zaixing at all. Once he fought close, the sword in his hand would be much more convenient. Therefore, as soon as he made a move, he flew straight in and pointed the long sword straight at Li Zaixing's face.

One inch long, one inch strong; one inch short, one inch dangerous. Li Bai understands this principle, and Li Zaixing understands it too. If Li Bai grabs him as he wishes, he will definitely lose. Wu Zhu, a master of gun skills, said: Real guns, killing people, but there is no enemy who can reach within one or two feet. He also said that mosquitoes and flies cannot enter the circle of three feet of guns in front of him. How could he let Li Bai, a living person, snatch him in front of him?

As soon as Li Bai moved, Li Zaixing launched the attack first. He did not move his front hand and pressed his back hand. The head of the pole on the ground suddenly bounced up. The iron ox plowed the ground into the world. The head of the pole pointed directly at Li Bai's chest. The trend was light and swift, as if it was a god's help, and it was like Li Bai himself.

Li Bai's expression trembled, his long sword in his hand slanted, but his body suddenly stopped, and he stopped the momentum of rushing forward.

Li Zaixing secretly praised himself. Judging from Li Bai's reaction of his move, his sword technique is indeed not as simple as fancy, but a practical killing sword. However, he stopped, instead of continuing to attack, which also shows that although his sword is a killing sword, he may have really killed people, but he has never fought with people in real life and death. At least there are not many opportunities like this. Otherwise, he would not have stopped as soon as he encountered difficulties.

If the three-foot green breeze is facing more than 100 meters of guns, how can we win if we can't grab them in front of us?

Li Zaixing felt relieved. The tip of the spear and the sword tip were gently knocked down, then sank, and then turned into an iron ox to plow the terrain. At the same time, Li Bai was overjoyed when he saw that he succeeded in the attack and was about to make a move to pounce. His legs and knees suddenly became weak, and he was already hit by Li Zaixing's spear tip at the same time.

Although Li Zaixing did not give his all, Li Bai was still in pain and could no longer move forward. He stopped, barbed the sword in his hand on the ground, leaning on his body, so as not to fall to the ground. He raised his head and saw Li Zaixing's smiling face and shaking white pole head.

"What kind of shooting skills are you?" Li Bai's old face turned red and embarrassed. He was determined to defeat Li Zaixing, but he didn't expect to lose as soon as he fought. At this moment, his knees were sore and numb, and he couldn't move at all. As long as Li Zaixing wanted to stab him, he would stab him wherever he wanted. The outcome was decided.

"The eight spears of the Lord Huan: the hundred birds pay tribute to the phoenix." Li Zaixing said a very cool name. There was no way. The Yang family spear did not appear until the Song Dynasty. Now he told Li Bai that Li Bai didn't know the Yang family spear, so he had to pull Zhang Fei out to make a tiger skin.

"The gun technique of Zhang Fei, the Marquis of Huan of Shu Han?"

"Yes." Li Zaixing took back the big pole, took a step back, held a gun in one hand, and drew a circle of the big pole, which was more than meter long, gently tapped on the dripping tiles under the eaves. With a crisp "bang", the tiles were knocked to pieces.

"Do you want to compete again in the exiled immortal?"

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