The main trunk was straight, without a little bending, and under the big tree with dense branches and leaves, Chu Feng stood up and walked out.

"Zhang Wei, go out with the poor road."

"Yes"

Zhang Wei got up.

Outside the concept of longevity, on the wide flat ground, Chu Feng stood quietly.

Zhang Wei stood aside with his hands down.

Chu Feng said: "Yesterday, you said that you don't want a few systems tied to your body?" ”

Zhang Wei's face suddenly showed a look of bitterness, these days he has been miserable by these systems, he is an honest man, a pick-up man, and a happy father, he can simply drive normal people crazy.

"Poor Dao understands, you let go of your heart"

Chu Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the suction power emanated from the palm of his hand, and several crystals of different shapes emerged. Immediately, the light flashed, and everything disappeared.

Zhang Wei, who was not bound by the system, suddenly felt relaxed.

Chu Feng closed his eyes and looked at the captured system in the system space, in the dark world, solid forms floated one after another, without a single luster.

In the outside world, all of them are systems that reach through the sky, but here they are just ordinary things.

"Host, after many days of my research, I can now be sure that not all of the systems in this are made by Han Ruo."

The sound of the Dao Ancestor Inheritance System's machinery appeared in the system space.

Chu Feng's heart moved, after returning from the small world before, he asked the Dao Ancestor Inheritance System, the source of the endless systems in the world, the system was uncertain at that time, and gradually he forgot about it. Unexpectedly, the system always remembered.

According to the system, Han Ruo, who seems to be a big boss, is just a relatively strong existence - similar to Skynet.

Who is the one who is hidden at the back, and how strong is it? For example, the people who create the system of myth descending to reality.

You know, so far, the host of the Myth Advent Reality system has not yet appeared. There's already a lot of movement.

"Host, there's an anomaly in the West."

The Dao Ancestor Inheritance System suddenly reminded.

Chu Feng Huo Ran looked to the west, and in a tomb hundreds of miles away, something abnormal had occurred.

Hmph, another person has come back to life.

After being silent for a while, Chu Feng raised his head and instructed Zhang Wei to call everyone out.

Soon, the personnel arrived, Huihai, Su Shi, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong.

"Go see another poet."

Chu Feng waved his hand, and everyone, including himself, disappeared.

At the west foot of Qingshan Mountain in the southeast of Dangtu County, the beautiful landscape, the buildings with southern colors, the quiet and elegant archway Yongdao, and the lampposts embedded with twelve shallowly carved stone statues, embellishment of Li Bai Cemetery with tranquility and atmosphere.

I don't know when the sun is coming, and the tourists are becoming scarce, and suddenly a gust of wind rushes into the cemetery, and there is thunder and lightning in the sky.

Tourists mistakenly thought it was going to rain and left.

The staff of three or two kittens and mice were also busy cleaning up.

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept into the cemetery, ignoring the continuous buildings, and went straight to the bottom of the earth, where a coffin that looked ordinary lay quietly in a small space.

The cool breeze shook, stopped, and turned into six figures. Five people, one cat.

"This is Li Bai's tomb, a generation of poets, too cold!"

Zhang Wei, who was standing on the very edge, leaned against the wall of the tomb with a sigh of emotion.

The black cat jumped onto Li Bai's coffin and turned his head to look at Zhang Wei with disdain.

"Li Bai has a cemetery that covers a lot of area, if you don't have the chance to worship under the Taoist Chief's Gate, it is estimated that you can't even afford a tomb after death."

Huihai, who was never late for the fall of the well, mended the knife and said: "It doesn't matter if you want a background or not, it doesn't matter if you want a relationship, if you want money or not, if you want to contribute or not, it is best to be buried at sea after death, and the soul is entrusted to the sea, and the province occupies the place." ”

Zhang Wei: "......"

Knock knock knock...... There was a sound of tapping on the coffin board.

Everyone did not speak, and after waiting for a while, the sound died down again.

Zhang Wei walked to Chu Feng's side and whispered: "Dao Chief, do you want to make a move, the person has finally been resurrected, but don't suffocate inside." ”

A smile appeared on Chu Feng's face, "It's rare for you to care so much about others."

Zhang Wei's face was straight, and he said seriously: "Li Bai is my idol, when I was in school, I liked to watch him brag the most, uh, no, read his poems." ”

I was careless, and I said what was in my heart.

Chu Feng shook his head lightly, "A resurrected person like him will not suffocate for a while. ”

Zhang Wei sighed and stopped talking.

After a while, the sound of knocking on the coffin board appeared again, and just when everyone thought that Li Bai was going to come out, the movement was gone again.

With a wave of Chu Feng's hand, the lid of the coffin fell off, and the nails on the coffin inside also burst out.

If Li Bai wants to come out, he can remove the coffin lid with just a slight force.

After about ten breaths, the lid of the coffin moved a little, revealing a gap.

Zhang Wei probed over, and suddenly there was a sigh from the coffin, and the lid was closed again.

"Dao Chief, what does he mean by that?"

Zhang Wei looked at Chu Feng puzzled.

"Li Bai is conceited and talented, each of you sings a poem, try it"

Chu Feng said with a smile.

As soon as Zhang Wei heard the poem, he became interested, and he walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"A thousand hammers were carved out of the mountains, and the fire burned ...... Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. ”

This is a poem by Yu Qian, a famous minister in the Ming Dynasty, which expresses the poet's willingness not to be afraid of sacrifice and his determination to adhere to noble sentiments.

As soon as this poem came out, the coffin lid immediately opened a little gap, and a deep eye was faintly turning.

Huihai, who has been rehearsed once, is also a poet.

"Shengri seeks the waterfront of Fangsi, and the boundless scenery is for a while...... Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. ”

This is a poem by Zhu Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the last two sentences are famous sentences.

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid closed a little more.

Hui Hai's face turned dark, and he was about to chant another poem, when the black cat pounced on him and knocked him away.

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance...... Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

The coffin lid suddenly cracked open a large gap, obviously a high evaluation of the poem.

The black cat glanced at Huihai triumphantly, looking like he was still awesome.

Xu Jiarong stepped forward at Chu Feng's suggestion and said, "Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer fresh. Generations of talented people have come out, each leading the way for hundreds of years"

Li Bai's coffin lid couldn't be suppressed at this time, and it was lifted directly.

With a wave of his hand, Chu Feng pressed the coffin lid back again.

"Who did it?"

A hoarse voice came from the coffin.

"Don't worry, there's another one"

Chu Feng glanced at Su Shi.

"Me"

Su Shi came to his senses in shock, just now the three people and a cat chanted poems really shocked him, even the poems of the cat are so good, what kind of world is this.

"Don't you just chant poetry, don't ink."

The black cat shamelessly pretended to be forced in front of Su Shi.

Su Shi thought for a while and said: "Go to the east of the big river, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic characters." Ancient Lai Xi...... Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon. ”

Li Bai in the coffin was silent for a while, and then sighed: "I don't want Li to meet so many brilliant poets and lyricists as soon as he is reborn, fortunately." ”