Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 92: Everyone in the world knows that I am the Immortal of Poetry, but no one knows that I am the Immortal of Swords!

Historical plane.

Tang Dynasty, Dangtu.

In October of the first year of Baoying.

Between mountains and forests.

"The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the roads are divergent. Where are you now?"

A weak voice, filled with helplessness and confusion in its poetry, sounded in the forest.

An old man dressed in white, with white beard and hair, and a sword on his waist, is walking on the path in the forest. His old face is full of helplessness and nostalgia for the world.

And there was that look in his eyes that seemed to see through everything and was so empty.

The aura on his body even more revealed his weakness, his desolation that he was helpless despite all his abilities.

next moment.

The old man took one step forward, and his aura suddenly changed.

The empty eyes became bright, the old face became cold and solemn, and the weak aura on his body was also swept away.

"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, so you can hang up your sails and sail across the sea!"

A majestic force that seems to break through the sky, making the world look at it and making the world tremble, comes out along with the poem.

The road of life is too difficult, I feel at a loss and I don’t know where the way forward is.

But the future will be what I want. Even if there are strong winds and waves in front of me, even if the huge waves are overwhelming, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, as long as I persist calmly, I will be successful.

Some people are the former, some are the latter, and some are both.

In just two lines of poetry, all 22 living beings are described.

If anyone else is present, they will definitely be able to tell that this is a poem written by Li Bai, the poet of the Tang Dynasty.

"The Road Is Difficult"

And just then.

After the old man shouted this poem.

The majestic aura on his body only lasted for a few seconds before dissipating.

The next moment, the old man coughed violently, and his eyes became a little distracted, confused, and empty.

Then, the old man bent over, bitterness crept up his face quietly, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's hard to travel... It's hard to travel. There are many divergent roads. Now I'm safe... Haha, it's hard to travel..."

The old man muttered and walked forward along the path.

The old man is a poet of a generation, and he is also the most famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Some people say he is a genius, and some people say he is the reincarnation of a god in heaven.

Throughout his life, he created countless poems that will last forever. His life was also extremely colorful.

But now, he is dressed in white and alone, with no one accompanying him, and his children are not waiting by his side.

Even in his old age, no one came to the forest to walk with him.

He is Li Bai.

It influenced the literary world of the Tang Dynasty, influenced later generations, and influenced countless people. It made everyone in this world know the beauty of poetry, and made later poets jealous and envious of the immortal poet, Li Bai.

"Poetic Immortal... Haha, what kind of poetic immortal?" Li Bai looked at the mountains and forests, at the green trees, at the forest paths, listening to the birds singing in the forest, and listening to the swarms of insects.

And he, a twilight old man, a man who was about to step into the coffin with one foot and half, could only vent his dissatisfaction in the mountains and forests when he was dying.

Yes, Li Bai had strong dissatisfaction in his heart.

Some are towards the world, some are towards the emperor, some are towards everyone in the literary world, some are towards himself, and some are towards the title of Immortal of Poetry.

At that time, Li Bai composed "Mingtang Fu" and "Da Xue Fu", and sought a position in the imperial court.

Later, it was in the court hall and became a smash hit.

At the same time, his poems are also known by more and more people.

In the literary world, he is the greatest poet today. He is a person who can shock the literary world with just one poem.

When they go to a brothel, the girls exchange money and confront each other, just to beg him to stay overnight, even if they can't write poems for him.

In the world, he is a poet, he is a genius, and he is an unparalleled poet today.

All of this was achieved by Li Bai with his poems.

But good times lasted, and his glory days did not last long.

Only a year and a half.

His glory only lasted for a year and a half.

On the surface, he took the initiative to "please return to the mountain" to Xuanzong.

But secretly, he was forced to do so.

In the most glorious moment of his life, he did not show any political ambitions, nor did he have any plans for the court.

But he was still forced to withdraw from the court.

In fact, it was the dignitaries above the court, and even the emperor, who forced him.

Li Bai also knew the reason.

He liked what was in the cup, and he wrote too many poems after drinking or when he was drunk.

But once, Xuanzong called him into the palace and asked him to embellish his literary talents and polish his style.

But he drank too much and spoke freely, which made Xuanzong unhappy.

He wanted to compare himself with Dongfang Shuo, and wanted to be as funny and playful as Dongfang Shuo, and get around the emperor.

But he has never learned to hide his true feelings like Dongfang Shuo, nor can he be as transcendent and elegant as Dongfang Shuo.

And his poem, "Yin of the Jade Pot" generously acknowledges this point.

But he is Li Bai, he is a poet, he is not Dongfang Shuo. He cannot learn to be so detached and elegant, and his self-esteem will not let him learn from Dongfang Shuo.

This caused his ambivalence at the time.

In addition, the dignitaries around Xuanzong, as well as the favored Concubine Yang, also disliked him.

Therefore, if he does not resign and return to his hometown, what else can he do?

His future career has long been ended.

Rather than letting Xuanzong resign him, it would be better for him to take the initiative himself.

I originally thought that if I resign now, I would live a good life. From now on, I would not care about government affairs or anything else in this world. Li Bai just wanted to concentrate on writing poems and carry forward the name of Poet Immortal.

But who knew that An Lushan and Shi Siming rebelled, and his family went to Mount Lushan to take refuge.

This matter should have nothing to do with him.

But his fame is so great that all his poems will be heard by everyone.

Even the song "Eternal King's Eastern Tour Song" spread at an extremely fast speed.

But Li Bai didn't expect it.

King Yong was defeated soon after.

And he was also imprisoned.

But later, his poems saved him again.

Finally, after various operations, he was changed to exile Yelang.

But in fact, he did not go to Yelang. He was rescued halfway and returned to Dangtu.

He is now a useless person.

The Poet Immortal has long since ceased to exist. The so-called name only remains in people's hearts and is also praised in the literary world.

Now, he is just a twilight old man, a dying person.

I should have given up everything long ago and just waited for death.

His life was so colorful and dazzling.

In his life, he reached the peak because of his poetry, but later, he was also sentenced to Langdang prison because of his poetry.

Because of poetry, he faced death, but also because of poetry, he was saved.

Everything is caused by poetry, everything is caused by poetry.

But he, Li Bai, didn't want this.

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At this time, Li Bai stood still and pulled out the sword from his waist.

His eyes became sharp, his old face was filled with murderous intent, and the weak aura on his body changed again.

For a moment, Li Bai waved the long sword in his hand, and his steps were agile.

Between the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, countless fallen leaves hang in the air, which is really visible.

But after just waving for a while, Li Bai put down the sword in his hand out of breath, supported his body with the sword, and gasped for air.

After breathing for a long time, Li Bai straightened up.

"I'm old, I'm old...and now this sword...can't dance anymore." Li Bai held up his sword and sighed, his tone sounded like a hero in his twilight years.

"Everyone in this world knows that I, Li Bai, am the Immortal of Poetry, but who knows, I, Li Bai, would rather be called the Immortal of Swords..." Li Bai turned his head to the sky, looked at the sky, and smiled to himself.

However, it was a bitter smile.

There is only one word difference between Poet Immortal and Sword Immortal, but their meanings are millions of miles apart.

He has practiced swordplay since he was a child, and although his talent in swordsmanship is not as good as his talent in poetry, it can still be considered an excellent talent.

But he never had the chance to truly prove his level of swordsmanship.

In his life, the people he killed with swordsmanship were all young people, and they were not worth mentioning at all.

And even now, he can no longer prove his swordsmanship, nor can he prove his level in the art of swordsmanship.

Everything is too late, too late.

I can only carry this regret, be placed in a coffin, sealed in the loess, and sleep forever...

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At this moment.

A gust of wind blew in the forest.

Right in front of Li Bai's eyes, thick white mist rose from the fields above the forest path.

The white mist rose strangely and very quickly, enveloping Li Bai in the blink of an eye.

"This is...why...why...why...there is white mist..."

Li Bai was startled. Looking at the white mist rising in front of him, he subconsciously raised his sword and looked around him warily.

He didn't know why this was happening, let alone whether there would be any danger.

But the next moment.

Li Bai lowered his head and looked at the ground under his feet.

"What is this..." Li Bai murmured as he looked at the arrow that lit up at his feet, which seemed to be guiding the direction.

"Could this be the birth of an immortal?" Li Bai's confused eyes suddenly lit up.

He has worshiped immortals since he was a child, and believes that there must be immortals in the sky.

But now, in this forest, I complained and made my dissatisfaction clear.

When encountering heavy fog, see the road guide.

What's more, he is already dying, but he still has obsession.

He naturally thought of immortals.

"Could it be that... the immortals in heaven heard my words and descended to earth?"

"Yes! It must be!" Li Bai stepped forward in the direction pointed by Lu Yin.

At this time, Li Bai looked completely different from the frail look he had when he first entered the forest. He stood upright and raised his head, with the long sword behind his back, and a chivalrous air between his brows and eyes. .