Li Bai glanced at Zhang Fugui with an indifferent expression, and then turned his attention to the fighting game on the TV.

I saw a player in the game knocking down his opponent with a tornado kick, and finally won the game.

The little guy clenched his fists excitedly and stood up. He felt that he was brewing emotions and planned to compose a poem.

Zhang Fugui took out the paper and pen from the table with excitement and gratitude, and listened with his ears straightened.

I'm afraid I missed the first work of the poet Li Bai after his rebirth.

Unexpectedly, Li Bai held his breath and nodded for a while, then he took a long breath and sat down again without saying anything.

"Oh, I wrote too much in my last life, and I don't want to write anymore." After Li Bai finished speaking, he stared at the TV again.

"It's okay, it's okay. Inspiration is just like peeing. You can't hold it in when you urinate. It doesn't work if you don't squeeze it." Zhang Fugui consoled him in a tone of like-minded people.

After saying this, he still couldn't calm down.

Who is Li Bai? To use an inappropriate metaphor, if Guan Yu, Cao Cao, Guo Xin and the others are powerful veteran actors.

Then Li Bai is the top contemporary singing star, and he is also a creative genius.

In that era, there were no popular songs, and the top poets were idols worshiped by many people.

To paraphrase what Li Laosan just said, if you can recite a few lines of poetry, people in brothels will look up to you.

When a literati who can write poetry visits a brothel, it is called romantic.

For people like Zhang Fugui, if you think about brothels, they are called hooligans.

In his entire life, Wang Lun invited Li Bai to have a drink and then sang and danced for Li Bai. He immediately became famous throughout the ages because of one of Li Bai's poems.

How about becoming famous just by singing and dancing on the shore? Just because of what? It’s so beautiful?

I still have to rely on the sentence "It's not as good as Wang Lun's gift to me."

So Li Bai was not only a top class person, he could write poems for anyone, and his name would last for hundreds of years.

The second brother is not good at this point. The second brother helped people become famous by killing them, such as Yan Liang and Wen Chou. Although they became famous, the effect was too great in the end, and they were reborn and reborn.

"Are you...are you really Li Bai?" Zhang Fugui rubbed his face, still a little unsure.

Li Bai was already annoyed by his question, so he replied: "I don't have your Bai, you are Li Bai."

"Don't worry, you are Li Bai's Bai, and I am an idiot's Bai. How can I compare with you?" Zhang Fugui said very shamelessly.

When Li Laosan heard this, he burst into laughter and said, "Isn't Li Bai's whiteness the same as the idiot's whiteness?"

Zhang Fugui quickly pointed at Li Laosan and said to Li Bai: "Poet Li, this is what this old guy said, not me. I have never thought about it this way. We are cultural people, how can we be so superficial?"

Hearing Zhang Fugui's accusation, Li Laosan said unhappily: "Zhang Fugui, you are a piece of shit. Grandpa, I sent you my son specially, but you are repaying kindness with hatred. Take a look, the genuine Li Bai, I will give it to you."

As a son, you actually bite me back."

This sentence immediately confused Zhang Fugui. What's going on? Li Bai is my son?

"Li Shenxian, Grandpa Li, Ancestor Li." Zhang Fugui said in a long voice.

Li Laosan quickly stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "Shut up, I'm listening to what you said about Grandpa Li and Li's ancestors. How can he be like your grandpa and your ancestors? You won't scold me on purpose, right?"

"How could this be possible? How could I, an honest and kind-hearted person like me, insult the old man? It's an insult to politeness, and it's an insult to elegance." Zhang Fugui defended.

"You can't even be considered a polite scum, you can only be considered a scum, how can you insult any kind of gentlemen?" Li Laosan said unceremoniously.

Zhang Fugui was not angry at all and continued to explain: "What I mean is, you said that I don't even know who my father is, so you gave me Li Bai as your son. You said that I don't even know where our ancestral grave is?"

I can't even find it, where can I look at this green smoke?"

Only then did Li Bai know the life experience of the orphan Zhang Fugui. Seeing that he spoke so lightly, he couldn't help but boast: "I didn't expect that you are also a free and easy person."

"He's just thick-skinned, but he's quite silly. He's not free and easy at all." Li Laosan pointed at Zhang Fugui and said.

Although Zhang Fugui and Li Laosan have not known each other for a short time and have only met each other very rarely, strangely enough, they always rush to each other as soon as they meet and never see each other outside.

On the contrary, Cao Cao, Guan Yu and his group of reborn people showed special respect to Li Laosan.

So seeing Zhang Fugui not taking Li Laosan seriously, they were frightened.

I don’t know whether it’s because Zhang Fugui and Li Laosan have similar personalities, or because Zhang Fugui is just ignorant and fearless.

Listening to Li Laosan's accusation, Zhang Fugui was not angry at all and continued: "Besides, if you ask a great poet to be my son, will he be happy?"

"If you think it's inappropriate, you can be his son." Li Laosan said with a wicked smile.

"I think, with a father like him, the copyright of these poems will last me ten lifetimes, and I can expand the orphanage for him ten times." Zhang Fugui said nonchalantly.

"Pull him down, Li Bai doesn't matter at all. After all, his true identity cannot be exposed. Besides, what else can he do at this age? First, assign him the identity of your son. He can learn anything and everything."

After saying these words, Li Laosan took out a package of Yellow Crane Tower from the table in the guard room. It seemed that Liu Dazhuang should have thrown it to the security team.

So Li Laosan skillfully put the Yellow Crane Tower into his pocket, and then took out an eight-yuan Double Happiness stick from his pocket and lit it for himself. At the end, he said to Zhang Fugui: "It's yours."

Zhang Fugui saw that Li Laosan still looked like an old gangster, and he felt quite friendly in his heart, so he said: "I still have several boxes of good wine there. They are all given by others. There are all kinds of things. You can take them."

A bit?"

"Okay, Fugui, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are very prosperous. Just bring me two bottles of Laobaigan Er in a moment. It doesn't mean that your son is here in vain." Li Laosan said without being polite at all.

"How did you know there was Lao Baigan?"

"Nonsense, what do I do? God, don't you know?" Li Laosan flicked the cigarette ashes on the ground nonchalantly, and there was no trace of a fairy in his body.

At this time, Zhang Fugui recalled what he had experienced in the past two days and suddenly thought of a good idea.

"Li Xianren, you also said that you are a god. Can you teach me some magical powers? It doesn't have to be too powerful, such as invulnerability, invisibility, flying, infinite power, seventy-two transformations, how much can you give me?"

I'll give you a few." Zhang Fugui became more and more excited as he spoke, wishing that Li Laosan could teach him the Saiyan's super transformation.

"Okay, this is all a trivial matter. In this case, you lie on the bed first." Li Laosan threw away the cigarette butt and said to Zhang Fugui.

"Then what?"

"Then you go to sleep?" Li Laosan said

"Then what?"
Chapter completed!