He intuitively knew that the merchant he bought and brought back the clerk was his father.

But he didn't know anything about his father's past experiences.

He hurriedly said goodbye to the master and returned home to search everywhere, but found nothing.

Frustrated, Marco Polo fell asleep fiddling with his telescope for the thousandth and first time.

He dreamed of his father's disappearance and the messenger who reported his father's disappearance...... Suddenly, he woke up.

The Courier never reported the death of his father, he just never returned.

He suddenly remembered the little toy, the fragment that his father had finally stuffed into his hand before going out: an ancient inscription engraved on a stone slab.

Marco Polo found the inscription and observed it with sophisticated mechanical instruments.

What did he see when the shadow was cast on the dome? A letter. Many years ago, a letter from my father to his only son.

"Son: When you see these words, I no longer exist in the King Continent.

Don't be sad, this is a fate that every seeker of knowledge will accept with ease.

But having to be separated from you is also a pain that I can't regret.

Remember that I love you and I will always be watching you on the other side of the roots of knowledge. ”

In front of the bulletin board of the Governor's Palace, there was a sensation of people. Signs of recruitment were posted there, hiring intrepid adventurers to travel to the far east.

Matteo, who had received the report from his subordinates, hurried over and watched in amazement as his nephew tore down the notice.

He suddenly noticed that Marco Polo had grown into a personable young man, carrying his beloved twin guns around his waist, just like his brother had when he was younger. Tears filled his old cheeks, and he cried out loudly to try to stop his nephew.

No one knows better than him what a dangerous and bumpy road it is to the root of knowledge.

But Marco Polo only turned around, bowed gracefully to his uncle in the crowd, and then stepped into the Doge's palace without hesitation.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaodonkey slapped the shocked wood again: "So, who is Li Bai?" ”

The majestic Chang'an City has stood tall for hundreds of years.

But the gateway of Chang'an, the well-guarded Suzaku Gate, is engraved with a sword mark,

It was a young man who was drunk and wrote a poem with a long sword, "I want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon", which caused a sensation in the entire Chang'an City.

When the magistrate Di Renjie wanted to arrest him for sabotaging Chang'an, the empress of Aicai refused.

The empress even ordered to preserve the poetic traces of sword intent on the Suzaku Gate.

Within a few days, the name of this young man "Sword Immortal" who entered Chang'an with one person and one sword spread all over Chang'an. He is Li Bai.

At that time, Li Bai, who was young and frivolous, refused the empress's invitation to enter the court as an official, and began the journey of trying the sword world.

When he saw the surging Yellow River for the first time, the sword intent in his heart burst out, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Since then, Li Bai, who has no mentorship of the organ, no secret method of the Demon Dao, and no bloodline of the Demon Seed, has only relied on himself and the sword in his hand to become the first person among the powerhouses of the empire, and he is a real genius.

He would write poems to each of his defeated opponents, and as a result, the names of the poems and the names of the swords spread along with them.

Later, some people even regarded it as glory, and asked for defeat in order to win the Psalm, which made people laugh and cry.

Not long after Li Bai's sword intent reached its peak, the journey also came to the desert in the clouds.

Few people know that Li Bai, who lives in Chang'an, was born under a mirage in the desert of the clouds.

He returned with the glory of the Sword Immortal, only to find that the exotic and prosperous city of his childhood memories no longer existed.

The princess, who had been sold into slavery, confided in him what had happened to her: the iron horsemen of the empire had crossed the Great Wall and leveled the entire desert in the clouds. The ruined city was soon buried in yellow sand.

Li Bai wanted to rescue her, but the girl chose to cut herself off from humiliation.

The blood aroused Li Bai's chivalrous heart. He broke into Chang'an with a single sword for the second time and questioned the empress for the statement that she wanted to conquer the desert land in the clouds.

Overnight, Chang'an changed color, and Daming Palace was also overshadowed by the sword of the Sword Immortal.

Chang'an City, which had never been breached by external forces in history, was shaken for the first time because of an ordinary person.

No one knows what happened at the end. Li Bai retreated from Chang'an City.

His secret conversation with the empress was regarded as taboo and did not appear in the historian's pen.

Only Li Bai himself knew that his pride had been thwarted, at the peak of the strongest.

Since then, he has gone into self-imposed exile, seeking new meaning from his lonely journey, accompanied by more than a sword and more wine.

Everyone thought that the sword immortal was in a state of collapse.

But in Chang'an's mansion, Di Renjie checked the report on Li Bai's whereabouts and showed an elusive sneer.

"Yuan Fang, what do you think?"

Without waiting for the agent to answer, he immediately said to himself: "When it comes out of the sheath again, it will be even more earth-shattering." This guy is too proud and too lonely. ”

And the day predicted by Di Renjie came a few years later.

It's a normal day in Chang'an City. The morning bell echoed in the sky, and the traveler from the desert in the clouds came from afar, looking up at the sword marks on the Suzaku Gate;

In the lively Changle Workshop, the Wuling teenagers were in a commotion because of the unprecedented beautiful sound of the piano; The ginkgo trees in Ganye Temple are still flourishing.

Only Di Renjie's secret agents disappeared into the darkness, nervously staring at the figure of the man in white clothes and accompanied by wine and swords.

Sword Immortal Li Bai, three into Chang'an.

How will Chang'an City be shaken this time?

"The sword of the river comes from the sky!"

"Sword Immortal Li Bai, attacking the city alone, what a majesty this is, what a courage this is!"

Speaking of enjoying himself, Lu Xiaodonkey stepped on the table, and his voice raised an octave, startling everyone who was quietly listening to the story.

"So, who is this empress?"

Her Majesty, the supreme empress in Chang'an City, will never forget her cursed fate and the dream of an ideal country.

A gifted mage, she rose to prominence at the age of fourteen and was served by a flattering magistrate to the court of Chang'an.

But because of Miyue's experience, her beauty and destructive mana aroused the vigilance of the royal family, and she was imprisoned in the monastery.

At that time, the naïve girl was angry and bitter about the unfair treatment.

However, the nameless prophetic old man in the monastery approached her and revealed to her the future fate and the mysteries of the ancient demonic path.

Wu Zetian was quickly attracted by unprecedented knowledge.

The old man asked her to swear to use her strength and status to fight the demon seed.

Because he knew that his time was running out, he needed to support a puppet to prevent the demon seed from returning.

Just like the old man predicted, after the first emperor ascended the throne, he fell in love with Wu Zetian at first sight when he went to the temple to worship and brought her into the palace.

Wu Zetian, who walked out of the temple, launched a clever and painful revenge.

She offered advice and advice, prompting the new emperor to protect Chang'an from the crazy blood clan, and recruited capable generals such as Di Renjie and Li Jing, as if they had become the embodiment of nobility and light.