At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

When the wine enters the guts, seven percent turns into moonlight, and the remaining three percent howls into sword energy, and when the embroidery is spit out, it becomes half a prosperous Tang Dynasty.

In his poems, the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty is shining brightly, which is so wonderful that people seem to have seen the mighty Tang Dynasty with their own eyes.

He should be proud and arrogant, but he shouldn't be... lonely.

Ning An's footsteps were very light, but he still came behind Li Bai. At this moment, Li Bai seemed to feel something occasionally, and turned around slowly.

When Ning An saw Li Bai's face, his heart felt as if he had been cut by a knife.

What kind of face is that?old?decay?dry?wrinkle?

All of this cannot describe Li Bai at this moment, and Ning An can't describe Li Bai's image at this moment even if he has tried his best.

Many viewers can't even accept it directly.

"Isn't this too much? This is Li Bai? Are you talking to me? I don't care, this program group doesn't want to mess around, right? Make Shixian like this?"

"Li Bai is the only man who thinks he is handsome and handsome without looking at the portrait. How could it be like this? How could it be like this?!!!"

"The fairy caressed my head, tied my hair to receive longevity, is this Li Bai? I don't recognize it, I don't recognize it!"

"People say that Li Bai was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but without Li Bai, would the prosperous Tang Dynasty have such glory? Can it be passed down forever? It is as shining as it is today?"

But no matter what, this is Li Bai after all.

It was Li Bai who was constantly praised by later generations, and it was like this for the rest of his life.

No one can understand the loneliness and misery under the fame.

"Who... are you?"

Li Bai tried his best to open his eyes, as if he wanted to see Ning An's appearance clearly, but now, he even struggled to see people.

Today, he has never panicked.

At his age, he also knows that his life is coming to an end, so what can he do if he dies?

It may not be a good thing if someone helps you to free yourself.

At this time, Li Bai finally saw Ning An's figure and appearance clearly.

I saw that Ning An was dressed a little strangely, with a look of misery and sorrow on his face, and what seemed to be hidden in his eyes was... sympathy.

Li Bai didn't have the slightest doubt about what to wear. He was already unrestrained, no matter what he wore, he was free.

If it were put back in the past when he was young and frivolous, perhaps, he would definitely make friends and drink a thousand glasses of wine.

But for now, forget it.

The only thing that moved Li Bai's heart was Ning An's expression, who would be like this?

Ning An saluted Li Bai respectfully. Li Bai could bear this salute, and thanked Mr. for letting the juniors see the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Thank you sir for making the poems shine so brightly, and let future generations know that Huaxia's poems are so beautiful.

Seeing Ning An saluting himself so respectfully, Li Bai was a little dazed and puzzled.

"Junior Ning An, who comes from the world thousands of years later, met Mr.

Li Bai was startled when he heard this, and then laughed wantonly. His beard trembled along with it, and his frail body seemed to shatter in the next moment.

People can't help worrying, Li Bai's smile is no longer unrestrained, no longer arrogant.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Li Bai to cough violently, almost coughing up blood, causing countless audiences to worry.

Ning An also hurried forward, wanting to help, but Li Bai quickly stretched out his hand to block Ning An, stopping him.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at Ning An with a smile on his face. At this moment, his face that was covered in sorrow actually relaxed a lot.

"The world after a thousand years? It's interesting. Then, tell me, what will it look like after a thousand years?"

Li Bai showed a playful smile and looked at Ning An as if he took it seriously.

No questioning, no outrage.

Unlike before, he thought Ning An was teasing him, but looked at Ning An very seriously and asked questions.

"Sir, don't you ask yourself?"

Ning An didn't answer Li Bai's question, but asked a question instead.

Hearing Ning An's words, Li Bai fell silent, and then showed a wry smile.

"Me? What's there to say? I'm just a trash, a traitor, a damned person... that's all."

When he said these words, Li Bai's tone was full of death, as if he had no hope for this world.

"Why do you have to be like this, sir? You don't have to be like this, sir, you are not a waste, you are not a traitor, and you don't deserve to die..."

Looking at Li Bai's appearance, Ning An's eyes were full of distress. He didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort him like this.

This dying old man is a genius who is desperate.

"Hahaha, don't need to comfort me, I still can't understand myself?"

Li Bai's words were full of self-mockery and sarcasm, he shook his head, sighed, and smiled again.

That's right, if he had confidence in the world, he wouldn't have written that poem, and no one in the world would know my heart.

In this world, Li Bai was misunderstood.

Ning An was silent, speechless for a long time, this was the first time he had done this for so many episodes.

Without him, the impression Li Bai left was too deep.

Then he sighed, and said slowly: "Li Bai's character is Taibai, his name is Qinglian Jushi, and he is also called Banished Immortal. He is a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, and he was hailed as a poet by later generations. He is also known as Li Du with Du Fu. .”

"Later generations commented that Bai competed with the ancients, three characters and nine words, and the ghosts are fascinating. Li Taibai and Du Zimei, with their heroic and peerless postures, spanned a hundred generations, and the ancient and modern poets were all useless. However, since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, there have been few Gao Fengjuechen Declined."

"Li and Du's articles are here, and the flames will last forever."

"The poems of Li Bai, Pei Min's sword dance, and Zhang Xu's cursive script are the three masterpieces of Emperor Wenzong of the Tang Dynasty. These are the three masterpieces of the Tang Dynasty that are well-known in later generations."

"Later generations even disputed over the former residence of Mr. Wang, and even filed a lawsuit between two local government departments. Mr. Wang single-handedly promoted cooperation between countries."

"Mr.'s poems glorify future generations. The scholars of future generations will grow up reading Mr.'s poems and grow up by reciting Mr.'s poems. Although they scold Mr.'s poems for being difficult to memorize, they admire him very much in their hearts."

"Sir, why is it a waste?"

When Ning An finished speaking, Li Bai was stunned, and he was speechless for a long time.

Then he showed a miserable smile, shook his head, and looked at Ning An.

"I know your good intentions, but now I am a useless person, even if I write poems, I am quite reluctant. If you don't mind, I will give you a poem to show your friendship to comfort me."

Obviously, Li Bai did not believe Ning An's words.

How could he be so shining?
How can a mere poet shine like that?