1572. Knowing When to Yield
The Pavilion Master of Three Rivers Pavilion, who had just been laughing so hard he was rolling around, suddenly sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His face filled with terror as he shouted, "A flying sword! A flying sword! Li Bai, are you the Sword Immortal?!"
Formless Sword Qi was rare, but it wasn't unheard of.
But a flying sword was on an entirely different level. It existed only in legends.
"This old man is indeed the Sword Immortal Li Bai!"
Li Bai's voice suddenly turned old and venerable. He was in the habit of bluffing.
Jiang Taigong had been fishing, and he hadn't even cast his line yet when the other party jumped right onto the hook. He'd better shout "666" while he was at it!
The straight man and the funny man played off each other so smoothly that even Shi Boxue couldn't help rolling his eyes. If he hadn't been sure the two had never met before, he would have thought they were putting on a comedy routine together. Their double act was just too good.
"...Cut it out!"
Zhao Ziwu was too exasperated for words. Was this guy really pretending to be the Tang Dynasty poet immortal Li Bai?
Didn't he ever look at his own ID card and household registration?
Or his birth certificate!
He'd bet that the real Poet Immortal Li Bai and this counterfeit didn't even have the same fingerprints.
Chinese citizenship was precious. It wasn't something just any random nobody with a murky background could get. Without a complete record of one's origins and bloodline, getting registered was no easy matter. Did this guy really think the machinery of the state was a joke?!
Modern household registration was far more rigorous than