The land of Qilu, the mountains and rivers are clearly defined, there are steep peaks that stretch and rise like dragons, and there are also clear water with beautiful scenery that winds and turns.

It was getting late, and the sunset was dyeing half the sky red.

It seems that there is only a golden yellow line of fire left between heaven and earth, sprinkled all over the mountain.

The mountains are densely wooded, and a manor stands on a country plain.

In a few moments, the last touch of the slanting sun falls, the moon rises, the night wind blows through the leaves, and occasionally there are birds startled, drawing a beautiful arc, like a heavenly sound.

"Whew!"

A sad and melodious melody came from the manor, echoing in the countryside.

Then there was a sound of drums and singing to the beat, as if to practice farewell for someone, which added a touch of gloom to the evening breeze.

In the manor, a free and uninhibited figure beats, sometimes singing loudly to the bright waning moon, sometimes looking up and sighing.

He was dressed in white, wore a jade crown on his head, and his hair was loose but not sloppy. Under the moonlight, the long hair and shawl, although he is no longer young, he is still heroic.

In the eyes of several friends around him, there was an indescribable loneliness and sadness between his eyebrows, as if he was sighing for his own life.

At the end of the song, everyone applauded and praised the young man's talent.

"Brother Taibai, please drink this cup to the full!"

Someone raised a glass and gestured to the man in white.

The man in white did not shirk, took the cup and tilted his neck, and after putting down the wine cup, he got up and said to everyone: "Farewell to you today, maybe it is a different side of the world, and it is difficult to see each other again, I hope you cherish it more." ”

"Hey, the most bitter thing in this world is parting!"

A friend sighed.

The rest of the people were also silent when they heard this, and their expressions were full of melancholy and reluctance.

The man in white said: "To be able to get to know you, Bai, I have been fortunate for three lives, but I ask you to take care of yourself in the future." Today - no drunk! ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone did not hesitate, and drank their wine glasses one after another.

When the wine was drunk, a friend suddenly asked, "Brother Taibai, where do you want to go?" Why don't you find a position in the Jiedu Mansion to recommend yourself, Taoguang and obscurity, and wait for the time? ”

The man in white paused slightly when he heard this, remembering that he had once praised the world's talents and cloth clothes, but after entering Chang'an, he was suppressed by the powerful because of his arrogance, and he was so down.

Who is he? He's Li Taibai! The fairy in the poem, the fairy in the wine, is talented, arrogant, and ambitious than the sky, how can he be manipulated.

The man in white was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, and said with a smile: "Instead of being obsessed with fame and fortune, it is better to be free and happy between the mountains and rivers." ”

"Then let Brother Taibai add a few more chapters to my Tang Dynasty!"

Seeing that the man in white was no longer worried about the 'return of the gold', the friend was also sincerely happy for his free and easy, and smiled and raised a glass to congratulate.

"Of course!"

Li Taibai also picked up the cup and drank it all with his head up.

"Which famous mountain and river does Brother Taibai want to go to?"

"I heard a friend talking about Wu Yue Tianmu Mountain, the mountain is in the clouds, flickering in the light and darkness or someone can see it, when it is the holy land of the fairy family. On this trip, I want to travel south to Wuyue ......"

When the wine was drunk, everyone heard the words and coaxed: When Brother Taibai enjoys the beautiful scenery in the future, don't forget us, and send me a poem......

"Haha, why later?"

Li Taibai laughed loudly, holding a pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other, drawing a mountain shape in the air, and said loudly with drunkenness: "Take a pen and paper, I should travel to the heavens in a dream today and compose poems for you......"

Seeing this, everyone applauded, and one by one they rushed to see the man in white compose a poem.

Li Taibai shook his drunken head, laughed heartily, and took the pen and paper handed by his friend.

"Everyone, and you are optimistic about ......"

"Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke and waves. The more people talk about the sky, the clouds and clouds may be visible......"

As Li Taibai wrote this poem, the friends around him who were drinking only felt that they were already in the Tianmu Mountains at this moment, strolling in the clouds.

“…… With Xie Gong's clogs on his feet, he climbed the green cloud ladder. Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the air is ......"

Li Taibai suddenly stopped halfway through reading, shook the wine jug in his hand dissatisfied, then threw the pen and paper on the ground, and staggered to his feet.

The wine came up, and his legs went limp, and he almost fell.

A friend on the side hurriedly stretched out his hands to help him.

"Brother Taibai......"

"What about wine? What about wine! Take wine, how can there be good poetry without wine? ”

Li Taibai shouted drunkenly.

Someone hurriedly brought the flask, and he poured it with his head up, until he had drunk all the wine in the gourd, and then sat down again.

“…… The clouds are green and green, and the water is surging and smoking. There is a lack of thunderbolts, and the hills collapse and destroy ......"

At this moment, in the midst of the strength of the wine, Li Taibai only felt that the Tianmu Mountain in front of him suddenly changed, and a fairy cave loomed in the mist.

"It's ...... Wonderland? ”

Li Taibai looked up into the distance drunkenly.

In his field of vision, the stone gate of the Immortal Mansion opened from the middle with a "訇".

The blue sky in the cave is vast and endless, and there is no end in sight, and the sun and moon shine on the palace made of gold and silver.

The rainbow was used as a garment, and the wind was used as a horse, and the gods in the clouds came down one after another.

The tiger played the harp, the bird drove the car, and the immortals were dense in groups.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

At this moment, Li Bai was already drunk and hazy, drunk and unconscious.

His mouth opened and closed, he didn't know what he was muttering, and his eyes were even more dilated, not noticing where he was or the strangeness of his friends.

……

“...... Brother Taibai, what's wrong? ”

Everyone looked puzzled.

"Brother Taibai is drunk, it's a pity, a good poem is cut off."

When one of them saw this, he got up and said.

Seeing Li Taibai's drunken appearance, he was also a little worried, so he got up and prepared to support him.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Huh?!"

However, when the scribe helped Li Taibai, he was stunned to find that Li Taibai was motionless, no matter how he pulled, as solid as a mountain peak.

"This, this ......"

……

At the top of Tianmu Mountain, the mountain is steep and cloudy.

There is a very high pavilion on the top of the mountain, the pavilion has three cliffs, and below is the rushing river, and the waterfall rings through the nine skies, which is refreshing.

At this moment, Li Taibai was drunk and looked at the gathering of immortals in the Immortal Mansion.

Just when he thought it was all a dream, a white-clothed immortal with a silver mask suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him, a pair of deep eyes shining with a strange light.

These eyes seem to be flat and waveless, but in fact they are terrifyingly deep and deep, like a deep pool, which can capture the soul at a glance.

Li Taibai was immediately attracted by these eyes, and froze in place, not knowing how to react.

"Haha, Li Taibai, you're drunk, I'll send you down the mountain!"

A hearty laugh rang in my ears.

Immediately after, a slender finger swiped between Li Taibai's eyebrows.

In an instant, his divine soul seemed to cut through thousands of mountains and rivers, and returned to the world from the feast of immortals that did not belong to mortal mortals.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the concerned expressions of my best friends.

"Brother Taibai has finally woken up!"

"Taibai, quickly complete this psalm ......"

The noisy voice drowned out his barely sober mind, and he grabbed his best friend's arm and asked anxiously, "Gentlemen, have you ever seen an immortal?" Have you ever ......"

"How can there be immortals? Hahaha......"

"Brother Taibai is really drunk, but it's okay, it's rare to see Brother Taibai after being drunk......"

The crowd was babbling.

However, the literati who wanted to help Li Taibai up before was convinced of this, but he spoke softly, and was soon drowned out by the jokes of his friends.

"I ...... Half in the bag? ”

Li Taibai looked around blankly, and suddenly remembered the scene in the dream before......

"Take pen and paper...... Get another piece of paper! ”

He suddenly shouted again.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the scholar hurriedly took the rice paper and handed it to Li Taibai, he took it and wrote two lines on the paper:

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortals caressed my top, and the hair was ...... immortal"

The audience was silent for a long time, and everyone once only thought that Li Taibai's name of "100 Poems of Wine Fighting" was blown out, but at this moment, he witnessed his glass of wine and kung fu make two good sentences, and he was only impressed by the five bodies.

"Such amorous people ......"

"When you see this good sentence, you should be a big white!"

Everyone sighed with emotion.

"No, no!"

An older scribe frowned and shook his head.

"Oh? Why is it wrong? What is Zimei's opinion? ”

"This kind of masterpiece should be called a must, but it is not finished, and there is still a lingering ......"

The old scribe known as Zimei frowned slightly, and shook his head while reading the poem, always feeling that he had not spit out a breath in his heart.

When everyone heard this, they all frowned and pondered.

"Brother Taibai......"

Li Taibai waved his hand to stop their speculation, then raised the wine jug, drank it in a big gulp, and drank until he was in a trance before saying: "Zimei, don't worry, don't worry, and wait for Bai to go to Tianmu Mountain again and visit the immortals in the mountain." ”

......

This time, he was really drunk.

In addition to being drunk, he also made up the poems.

The sentence 'An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!' Not only did it make friends cheer in unison, but it also made a certain 'peep screen dog' shout out what a peerless poet and immortal!

……

In a cave in Tianmu Mountain, Meng Ke waved his hand, and the original pavilions, classical and elegant immortal mansions of immortality disappeared in an instant, revealing an extremely simple penance cave mansion.

And the immortals and the beasts all became dream bubbles with the collapse of the illusion and disappeared.

At this moment, Meng Ke was sitting on the futon in the center of the cave and looking at a basin of water in front of him, and on the water was the scene of Li Bai drunken writing poems.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The fairy in the poem is worthy of its name!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right index finger and lightly touched it on the surface of the water, and the picture in the basin shattered and turned into an ordinary pool of mountain spring water again.

The figure reflected in the water is dressed in white and has a face

Handsome, with long black hair tied with red ropes, and a pair of eyes that are clear and transparent, like the brightest stars in the night, shining brightly.

This is Meng Ke's body before he became a time traveler, and it is also his true image.

It's mediocre, and it's not comparable to the readers.

"I hope I can deceive Li Bai."

Meng Ke sighed lightly.

This time, the task is too tricky, and it is: [Task: Help Li Bai cut off his mortal heart and set foot on the immortal road. (You can't use coercion)]

Two requirements: cut off the mortal heart and set foot on the fairy road.

Don't look at Li Bai's poems that are light on royal power and arrogant princes, such as 'The Son of Heaven can't get on the boat when he calls, and he claims that his ministers are immortals in wine', 'An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, making me unhappy'.

But the idea that he never met in his heart has never stopped.

And now Li Taibai is over middle age, and he has long had a wife and children......

"Alas. I myself am still an ant struggling in the red dust, how do I know how to cut off the mortal heart? ”

Meng Ke's eyes were full of helplessness.

As for stepping on the fairy road......

It's even harder!

After clearing the last world, the system gave a magic lottery as a reward.

Maybe it was because his first world reward was swallowed by a certain parasite, and God saw him pitiful, and actually let him, a 10,000-year-old non-chief, draw a golden legend.

【Divine Power: Teaching Nature (Gold)】

After coming to this world for three years, he learned the art of breathing and convincing from the thousand-year-old tree, the trick of resisting the wind and taking off the sky from the mountain breeze, the method of praying for the rain from the spring rain and winter thunder, the way of divination and fortune from the old turtle in the stream, and the circular light technique that can manifest the scene thousands of miles away from the mountain spring that spews beads and spits jade......

All kinds of magic methods are at your fingertips.

As long as he is given enough time, he can learn everything and master everything.

Can......

He really didn't know how to teach others these immortal methods.

Whenever he observes something day and night, a magical method related to it pops into his mind.

In other words, he had to find another Taoist system for Li Bai.

But in the past three years, he has been in retreat, and he has never had contact with anyone from the outside world, let alone the sect and Taoism.

It's a pity that the talent is so poor, and each spell only scratches the surface.

The idea of living until the heavens and the earth grow old has been extinguished again, and it may not be possible to cultivate the art of breathing to the fullest, and then it will die and return to the void.

"Hey......"

Meng Ke sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

Either way, there was one thing that went well.

That is, through a song of sleepwalking in the sky, Liubei performed divination to lock his mission goal, and took the opportunity of drunkenness to fall asleep and get in a relationship, and he could peep at the screen from time to time in the future.

I hope I don't see anything I shouldn't see.

After all, Shixian is also a human being......

……

"Everyone, just send it here. Sending you a thousand miles must be said goodbye in the end, and the road behind you needs to be walked by yourself after all. I hope that all the brothers can be ambitious in their hearts, and the mountains and rivers will meet, and they will meet again in high places! ”

In the ten-mile long pavilion, Li Taibai arched his hand, turned around and walked towards the carriage, his back looked a little lonely.

"Brother Taibai take care, if you encounter any difficulties that cannot be solved, just come to us."

All the scribes returned the salute with a look of worry on their faces.

"Thank you, you cherish!"

Li Taibai paused slightly, and then resolutely stepped forward.

Tianmu Mountain.

Meng Ke looked at the picture in the water, chuckled, turned his head to look at the smoke swirling in the mountains, and the whole person turned into a wisp of green smoke and went straight to the sky, disappearing in an instant.

ps:The chapters at the end of the second world are double f.,The first world's side statement is also f.。 I really don't dare to write history, the world will turn to mythology in the future.

I'm sorry for all of you who want to read the historical text, I'm really sorry, I'm already scared.