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"Would you like a glass of wine before your death?……"

Zhongli smiled, nodded and said:

"Yes, how can someone who can write this kind of poetry care about such a thing?"

"Only he himself is qualified to speak of his reputation as a poet, and others are not qualified to evaluate him.……"

"When I saw Li Bai, I lost my life... I finally understood the pain of the poets in your world. Zhongli smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing:

"How dare I continue to play tricks on my own when I have my jewels in front of me?"

"Does Shixian have any other poems?"

It can be seen that Zhong Li really cares about Li Bai, and this is what Jiang Xuan expected. There is still some time before the fireworks show, and everyone's drunkenness needs to slow down.

The key is that his wives are also very fond of Li Bai's poems. Curious.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Xuan said slowly:

"The writer who wrote about the moon: I didn’t know the moon when I was a child, so I called it a white jade plate, and I doubted the moonlight mirror, flying in the blue clouds."

"Writing to a friend: When the poplar flowers fall and the children crow, I hear the dragon marking the road crossing the five streams. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow the wind until the night of the night."

"There are many, many more……"

"There is a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any intimacy, raising glasses to invite the bright moon, facing the shadows of three people, the moon does not know how to drink, the shadow only follows me, temporarily accompanying the moon's shadow, we must have fun until spring"

"I sing in the moonlight, and my dancing shadows are scattered. We make love together when we are awake, and we are separated when we are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in the clouds and Han."

As Jiang Xuan spoke slowly, everyone seemed to be in a trance, traveling through time and space, and saw the cold and arrogant figure drinking alone under the moon. His white clothes were scorching, and his black hair was crazy.

He danced against the shadow under the moon, without any rules, but Extraordinarily elusive.

Everyone finally understood why Jiang Xuan said that Li Bai was the most recent immortal.

Free and easy, informal, wild and unrestrained...

From the bottom of his heart, he despised the turmoil of the world.

Zhongli closed his eyes, his face full of joy Listening to these poems, for him, this is a real gluttonous feast.

In the past, the poems he recited and composed were not as good as Li Bai's.

When he saw Li Bai, he was mistaken for life...

When he saw Li Bai, he was mistaken for life. Ah!

Li Bai is indeed the mountain above the heads of all literati and poets that makes them breathless.

Only people like Zhongli who have a deep knowledge of poetry can understand the despair of facing such an immortal. When a poem comes out, there are more in the world. There are countless sad people who dare not continue to write poems.

It is hard to imagine the psychological quality of those poets who wrote poems under the pressure of Li Bai and became the Eight Great Masters.

"There is another poem, also by Li Bai. I think it is best to give it to Liyue."

Jiang Xuan paused and looked at Ning Guang, whose eyes were full of love.

"Get pen and ink! Zhongli waved his hand and said excitedly:

"I wish I could discuss the doctrine with Mr. Li Bai face to face, but I am very lucky to be able to remember his words!"

Baiwen and the other three people on the side hurriedly sent in pen and ink.

Just now, when Jiang Xuan drank wine for the first time, they began to secretly record it.

Anyone in Liyue can see the exquisiteness of these poems.

When Zhongli saw Zhongli, he was ready. , Jiang Xuan stood up and raised his glass.

Ningguang and others followed him, and Diluc and others, who were a little drunk, also forcibly regained consciousness, stood up, and looked directly at Jiang Xuan. One step forward , Jiang Xuan seemed to have seen the original Li Bai.

Across time and space, he whispered softly with him

"The gold bottle of sake is worth ten thousand yuan, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand yuan of wine."

"Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss."

"I want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, and I am about to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang."

"When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun."

Zhongli wrote quickly, with his brows furrowed and his eyes sad.

This poem was full of twists and turns, and just in words, he told all about the difficulties and dangers ahead.

Zhongli also thought of Liyue today..

Liyue is prosperous, civilized and military, and the country is peaceful and peaceful.

But is this all?

The resurrection of Tianli will inevitably bring a lot of blood and tears. Even now, Liyue has little confidence in suppressing Tianli.

What's more, there is also the destiny of the first throne. Reincarnation.

Even if we can win, how will Liyue and even the Five Kingdoms be destroyed?

This poem evokes everyone's sorrow in one fell swoop.

This is the power of poetry.

Jiang Xuan sighed and said leisurely:

"The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult"

"There are many different roads, where are you now?"

Everyone lowered their heads in despair, and the atmosphere of decadence and depression spread around.

The brush in Zhongli's hand was also trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Jiang Xuan's eyes brightened, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the bright moon. For thousands of years, only the moon remained the same as before. Bright.

At this moment, the figures of Jiang Xuan and Li Bai repeated endlessly, and everyone seemed to see the arrogant figure raising a glass to the moon.

He laughed loudly, drank it all, and drew his sword and pointed to the sky.

"There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, so hang up your sails and sail across the sea!"

Boom!

The shock from the depths of the soul made everyone shake.

Zhongli's eyes widened and he quickly wrote down

"There will be times when the wind breaks through the waves, and the cloud sails are directly hung... to help the sea?"

"good! There will be good times when there are long winds and waves!"

"Even if the road ahead is bumpy and the night is long, Liyue’s voyage will eventually break through the waves!"

"The bright moon is in your hands!"

"What a poet Li Bai! What an eternal talent!"

"I'm not as good as him!"

Zhongli looked at the poem written in front of him with eyes full of joy.

The calligraphy was smooth and flowing. Watching it quietly, you can see the meaning.

This is not the state of his calligraphy, but the thickness of his soul given to him by this poem.

An ordinary person can still have With this kind of awareness, how could he, the majestic Yan King, be afraid of the sufferings of Liyue in the future?

Even if the wind is high and the waves are rough, Liyue will live for thousands of years!

The war between demons and gods is like this, and the future will be like this!

In a trance, Zhongli seemed to see the man in white across time and space The man with the green sword.

The other person looked back at Zhongli, and the arrogant and unruly connotation in his eyes shocked Zhongli.

With a loud laugh, the other person walked into the storm.

He was enjoying the suffering.

Because he understood that he was the most unyielding person in the world. Exist.

Zhongli was stunned for a long time. After a while, he bent down happily.

"Been taught a lesson."

The divine power spread out, turning every inch of the paper into a golden rock.

The flowing golden divine power was like ink. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

For thousands of years, it would not be weathered.

With his divine power, This poem was watered, just like when he made the holy relic.

Zhongli said softly:

"Tianquanxing, please place this poem at the entrance of Liyue City Gate. All Liyue people in the future should use this poem as advice."

"The wind breaks through the waves, and the cloud sail hangs straight!"

"Liyue should have a resolute soul. Even if the sky falls and the earth falls, Liyue people should not bend down and surrender."

Ningguang nodded solemnly.

Even if Zhongli didn't say it, she would have done it.

This poem is too important for Liyue, especially for Liyue who wants to be a civilization that lasts forever.

Firm will , there is no way to break it.

This poem will give all Liyue people an unyielding soul

"What a great Li Bai. If he appeared in Teyvat, I would definitely come to study with the apprenticeship ceremony."

Zhongli looked at this poem with a smile on his face.

Perhaps, thousands of years later, this poem will also become a sacred relic.

"My friend, thank you very much. This poem is the best gift I have received so far, besides the resurrection of my old friend."

"Although the world before you had no gods, there were existences that rivaled and even suppressed the gods with human bodies."

"Shixian, I am not as good as him, whether it is literary attainments or the resilience of the soul"

"I am not as good as him."

Jiang Xuan pursed his lips and smiled. Looking at Zhongli who had completely become Li Bai's fanboy, he inexplicably thought of Du Fu.

He joked:

"If you were in that era, you would definitely have something in common with the poet Du Fu"

"Du Fu, the poet sage, is just like you. He saw Li Bai's poems and met Li Bai once, and he missed Li Bai all his life."

"Du Fu, the poet sage, was Li Bai's number one fan."

Zhongli smiled.

"Being impressed by Li Bai, I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of."

"But, the poet? Jiang

Xuan nodded and said softly:

"When you reach the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of the mountains and small hills."

"The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown"

"The endless fallen trees rustle, the endless Yangtze River rolls in"

"The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold"

"There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as safe as a mountain despite the wind and rain."

"Du Fu is as famous as the poet Li Bai."

"Compared with the wild and unruly Li Bai, Du Fu was a realist poet who cared about the country and the people. Together with Li Bai, he was called Li Du. The name of Li Du has been famous throughout the ages. Zhongli nodded leisurely and said softly:

"It can be understood that Li Bai's poems are unruly and aloof, and Du Fu's poems are filled with worries about the country and sympathy for the people."

"Li Du’s name is worthy of its name"

"This kind of state is not something ordinary people can achieve. Jiang

Xuan looked at Zhongli jokingly and said with a smile:

"The most important thing is that Du Fu is a real fan of Li Bai."

"The poems he wrote throughout his life are either about worrying about the country and the people, or about missing Li Bai or praising Li Bai."

"A gift to Li Bai, I am pregnant with Li Bai at the end of the day, I dreamed of Li Bai part one, I dreamed of Li Bai part two, I remember Li Bai in spring, I am pregnant with Li Bai in winter, and there is no news about Li Bai recently.……"

"It can be said that Du Fu thinks about Li Bai in spring, Li Bai in winter, Li Bai during the day, and dreams about Li Bai at night."

"Apart from worrying about the country and the people, the only thing he thinks about every day is where Li Bai went, how Li Bai is doing recently, and whether Li Bai is doing well."

"After just meeting Li Bai once and traveling with him for a while, Du Fu became a devout and fanatical follower of Li Bai."

"Du Fu, the poet named after Li Bai, wished he could accompany Li Bai every day."

"Later generations said that if circumstances allowed, Du Fu was even willing to live and sleep with Li Bai, and even wanted to be buried with Li Bai when he died."

"When Li Bai went out, he led the horse. When Li Bai came home, he cooked. When Li Bai wrote poems, he studied ink. When Li Bai slept, he drove away mosquitoes."

"Li Bai is Du Fu's Bai Yueguang. Unfortunately, Li Bai himself doesn't know about this. Even if he knew, he would probably laugh it off."

"He is an extremely arrogant person."

Everyone looked at each other.

For a moment, it was hard to imagine that such a fanatical person was actually the famous poet Du Fu.

He also wrote those eternal masterpieces with the world in mind.

"In terms of the principle of universality, although the relationship between Li and Du is more like Du Fu's unilateral contribution, it is still a good story. Zhongli smiled sadly and said:

"Li Bai is worthy of it. His literary talent suppresses people all over the world. Only a great talent like Du Fu can resonate with him."

"resonance?"

Jiang Xuan laughed dumbly, shook his head and said:

"Then you are thinking wrong"

"In Li Bai's heart, everyone in the world is an ordinary person, and he is the only true scholar."

"Li Bai looks down on everyone fairly"

"For anyone else, it would be arrogance, but for Li Bai, this is normal"

"This Poet Immortal is indeed like a man chosen by heaven. His talent is indeed unmatched by anyone."

"Based on a poem written by Li Bai, later generations adapted a sentence into a more suitable description for him."

Seeing that everyone was cheering up, Jiang Xuan said slowly:

"Holding the sun and moon in my hands and picking up the stars, there are not thousands of people like me in the world"