Clues
"I'm Li Bai—L-I, B-A-I, Li Bai! 'Moonlight before my bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground—' No, 'Moonlight before my bed, I suspect it's frost on the ground.' I wrote that poem! I'm over a thousand years old, young man. You should show your elders some respect!"
Li Bai pretended to stroke a beard that wasn't there.
"Pfft!"
Little Yu'er burst out laughing and imitated him, too.
What kind of little girl had a beard? Her gesture was adorable.
"Cut the act. Li Bai? You're pretending to be some thousand-year-old ghost?"
Xiao Wei obviously didn't believe a word of it.
He'd even come up with "two pairs of shoes." With writing like that, he still had the nerve to pretend to be the Poet Immortal? He wasn't afraid of people laughing themselves silly?
"My ID card and household register both say Li Bai. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do!"
Li Bai spread his hands and started doing Tai Chi.
His name really was Li Bai, the same as the Tang Dynasty Poet Immortal. Old Dad had given him the name; it wasn't his choice.
If he let Heroine Xiao keep fixating on sword flight, she might turn into another Little Yu'er, begging him to teach her everything.
They saw something and wanted to learn it. How was he supposed to keep up? It was enough to drive anyone crazy.
"I want to learn! I want to learn! I can use it to catch butterflies."
The little freeloader Zheng Yu'er cried out, clearly more interested in the butterflies than the sword flight.
Li Bai and Xiao Wei exchanged a look.
"..."
Adults really didn't understand the world of children.
"You two, stop asking. Be careful you don't bite off more than you can chew!"
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