The long river of years has rippled several times, countless waves crashing on the shore, faintly visible the shadow of the past, present and future, the big waves wash the sand, leaving behind the gravel to witness the passage of time.

Ye Qin walked through it, even his soul was contaminated with the breath of time, and the feeling of ancient vicissitudes came to his face, and when he opened his eyes again, he actually had a feeling that time had passed.

What catches your eye is the familiar mountains and rivers, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, silver shines on the treetops, adding a bit of hazy light and shadow, the stars are bright, the moon splashes the galaxy, and the scenery in front of you is beautiful.

Not long ago, he was still talking to Li Bai to the moon in the Tang Dynasty, and it was already a thousand years later.

The ancients did not see the present time and the moon, but the present month once shone on the ancients.

The bright moon is the same through the ages, and human beings change from generation to generation, and people today can only be those who have not seen the ancients before, and those who have not seen the future, and countless people from the past and present have passed away one after another like flowing water.

In addition to the eternal moon in the sky, everything in the world is constantly changing, day and night, and the four seasons change, which is the way of reincarnation.

The bright moon lasts forever and life is short, human beings cannot change this natural law, but Ye Qin can break out of it and become a unique existence, which is enough to show his specialness.

Ye Qin entered the mottled fragments of the years, shuttling through the long river of history, he was a witness and an experiencer, and the splendid culture of the Great Xia for thousands of years was just a wave set off by the years for him.

He once discussed with Zuo Ci in the mountains and explored the mystery of immortality; crossed the river with the old man, pursuing the ancient sword inserted in the heart; and talked with the temple of Zhidu, and talked freely about the Heart Sutra; Then he and Zhang Boduan traveled to Yangzhou, leaving behind the miracle of the city full of flowers.

Ye Qin's gaze lightly cast in the long river of history is likely to be the magnificent life of these people.

He looked at the bright moon above his head, and seemed to have an understanding in his heart, as if he had been empowered, and entered a mysterious realm.

"For me and for them, this may be a short intersection, but it has left a deep mark in history."

Every time in the mottled fragments of the years, Ye Qin would have a lot of insights, and even brought great help to his cultivation.

After all, the breath in this also involves the way of time reincarnation.

This kind of experience is something that cannot be possessed in the real world, even if he has been in the mortal world for many years, it is not as good as looking back at the years in a moment.

The golden pill in his body was running slowly, and a hazy mist emanated from it, with him as the center, and continued to spread around.

The mist was mixed with a little gold thread, and the moonlight on the sky seemed to be attracted, and all the essence of the moon gathered to form a silver ribbon of yarn, which fell to the ground.

The tender green leaves are covered with dewdrops, and if you look closely, each drop of dew has a shallow reflection of the moon.

Ye Qin's emerald green scales seemed to be soaked in the Milky Way, and after the continuous baptism of the moonlight, it was full of a sense of holiness.

His state of mind has improved slightly, and even his soul has become more condensed.

A warm and thick force kept swimming in the veins, like soaking in a hot spring, and the comfortable feeling made him sigh.

"The strength has improved a little."

"The mottled fragments of these years are like a panacea, and every time you use them, you can bring benefits to your practice."

The animals guarding the surroundings also sensed something, and they all looked at the bright moon above their heads, looked up to the sky and howled, and worshiped the moon, but it was the direction where Ye Qin was.

The surrounding aura and Yuehua were all gathered by Ye Qin, and they were more or less benefited, and they all riveted their strength, wanting to absorb a little more.

The aura was like a sea of mist, mighty and endless, almost able to form a substance, and soon the fur of these animals carried a lot of small droplets.

Unconsciously, after the long night, a round of red sun rose, replacing the original bright moon, the sky showed a white look of fish belly, and a few rays of glow fell on the mountain, as if wearing colorful clothes.

The animals were in high spirits, screaming excitedly, last night's cultivation could be compared to their half-month cultivation, Ye Qin's state of mind and soul and realm had improved, and they had also benefited a lot.

The aura gradually dissipated, Ye Qin felt a shallow breath of time, and he released his spiritual power to explore, which emanated from the Shangqing Concept.

In the Shangqing Temple, the sound of gurgling water is endless, and in the canal, the figure of the bronze ancient sword has become very solid, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it will be completely restored to its original appearance.

And there is a string of quaint sandalwood prayer beads next to it, and now there is a wine gourd, which was given to him by Li Bai.

The bronze ancient sword was given to Zhi Dun by him before, and then came back inexplicably, and the sandalwood rosary helped him deal with the guardian, but he didn't know what effect this wine gourd would have.

Ye Qin released his spiritual power to explore, but he has not found any abnormalities for the time being, and it may be because the time has not come, maybe it will be able to play a certain role in the future.

……

Wudu, Nanchuan University.

Students walk on the green avenue, their youthful faces are like budding flowers, dotted in all corners of the campus.

Nanchuan has a long history, the school has been established for a hundred years, the cultural atmosphere is deep and rich, the whole building adopts the antique style, and there are even winding and deep corridors in the school, as well as exquisite landscape landscaping.

Even the names of the teaching buildings are chic, such as the Moon Tower, the Rafting Building, and so on.

At this moment, in a large classroom in Taibai Building, although it is a weekend, it is full of students, and there are almost no vacant seats, and today is an open class by Fan Ming, a professor in the Department of History.

He is very knowledgeable and has a humorous style, and even the dull history becomes unique through his simple and vulgar language.

As a result, not only students from the Department of History, but also students from other departments come to attend the lectures, and every open class is full, which is enough to show the high popularity.

Among so many youthful and splendid faces, there is a small face that is particularly obvious, a fair face like the moon in the sky, picturesque eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that are exceptionally bright and clear, but with a calmness that does not belong to this age.

It was Hu Xiaocao.

Her experimental primary school is very close to Nanchuan University, and as long as there are open classes on weekends, Hu Xiaocao will go in to audit.

Because of her intelligence and precociousness, coupled with her extraordinary understanding, she has also had various extraordinary baptisms, which makes her comprehension of ancient literature extraordinary.

Among them, what interests her is not only Chinese language and literature, but history.

Hu Xiaocao's presence quickly attracted the attention of others, after all, she may be the youngest present.

"Little sister, are you here to wait for your brother and sister?"

The young man sitting next to Hu Xiaocao couldn't help but ask, only to see that his facial features were upright, and his body revealed a bookish smell, looking gentle and elegant.

Qi Xueqing looked at the girl in front of him curiously, he was a blogger who had previously posted the "Fog of History" series on the Internet, and at the same time, he also had a layer identity, he was a student of the history department.

Because his major is history, he is particularly interested in it, and he has also studied it quite a bit.

Hu Xiaocao shook his head, his tone was not immature, but more plain and calm, "I'm here to listen to the class." ”

Qi Xueqing was a little surprised, looking at Hu Xiaocao at the bottom of the mountain, seeing that her age was at most eleven or twelve years old, and it was too much to come to listen to university classes at such a young age.

"I can't tell you're still a primary school bully at a young age."

Facing Qi Xueqing's praise, Hu Xiaocao smiled shallowly and was noncommittal.

The conversation between the two was also heard by others, and many people showed a look of surprise, looking at Hu Xiaocao's side, probably not expecting the child to become so curly now.

"When I was her age, I guess I was sleeping at home at this time."

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, the current child is amazing, looking at her appearance, she should be in elementary school, but she has already come to listen to university classes."

"Children are fighting so hard, why don't I work hard!"

Nanchuan University is open to the public, and when classes are open on weekends, some people from other schools will also come to listen to the lectures, but it is the first time for a little girl like Hu Xiaocao to be in the grade.

After everyone talked about it for a few words, they didn't take it to heart.

Soon an old man walked into the classroom, it was Professor Fan Ming.

He was dressed in dark civilian clothes, looking very easy-going, holding a thermos cup in his hand, and showing a warm smile to everyone.

"Thank you very much for coming, fate has brought us together here, I hope the content of this class can inspire you."

Seeing Fan Ming's arrival, the originally lively crowd instantly became silent.

"Do you know what the name of our school building is?"

Everyone replied in unison, "Taibai Building." ”

Fan Ming nodded, but he sold it, "The content of my lecture today is related to this name." ”

The students in the audience couldn't help but talk one after another, their expressions revealing excitement and excitement.

"Too white? Could it be that Mr. Fan is going to talk about Li Bai today. ”

"Li Bai is my favorite poet, there is no one, his existence decorates the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, in terms of poetry and songs, he is really chased by God to feed him."

"The wine enters the bowels of Hao, seven points become moonlight, and the remaining three points become sword qi, and when you spit it out, it is half of the Tang Dynasty, and it is a character like Li Bai."

"But I still prefer Du Fu."

"In every era, there will be a person who leads the coquettish, Li Bai is the new star of the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, and it is also an indispensable part of the splendid cultural history of the entire Great Xia."

Seeing that everyone couldn't wait, Fan Ming quickly revealed the mystery, "I believe everyone should have guessed, that's right, the character we are going to talk about today is Li Bai." ”

"In Li Bai, we got a glimpse of the glory and loneliness of the Tang Dynasty, appreciated the red dust scenery of a thousand years ago, and got to know an unruly and free soul."

Even his life experience has many legends, "The Biography of Li Bai in the Old Tang Book" records that Li Bai, the word is too white, a native of Shandong, a rare talent, ambitious, and a transcendent heart. His father was the captain of the city, because of his family.

"New Tang Dynasty Book: The Biography of Li Bai" is a completely different version, Li Bai, the word is too white, the ninth grandson of Emperor Xingsheng. At the end of the Sui Dynasty, he migrated to the Western Regions with a crime, and at the beginning of the Shenlong Dynasty, he escaped and returned to Brazil. Bai Zhisheng, the mother dreams of Chang Gengxing, because of his fate.

But no matter what, the word Li Bai is destined for a life of ups and downs.

Everyone couldn't help but have their eyes shining, and even their bodies subconsciously straightened up, sat upright, and listened carefully to Fan Ming's words.

For this name, they can be said to be thunderous, after all, they grew up with his poems memorized when they were children.

Who hasn't memorized the poems 'Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown'.

Li Bai has been mentioned countless times in history, he did not show his fame in his life, but he had high expectations, was not afraid of power, and despised the powerful.

If this were put on people from other dynasties, I am afraid that he would have died a hundred times a hundred times, but Li Bai was still able to stand in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, because he had talent and arrogant capital.

Du Fu, a famous poet of the same period, once commented on Li Bai's poems, "The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost and god"; Wei Hao also said, "Bai competes with the ancients, three words and nine words, and the ghost is out of the way." ”

Even the poems of Li Bai, Pei Min's sword dance, and Zhang Xu's cursive script in the Tang Dynasty are the "three uniques", which is enough to show how high the people in the world have an evaluation of Li Bai.

It is no exaggeration to say that without Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty, there will be less pride in swallowing all directions; Without Li Bai in Great Xia, it lost the romance and uninhibition that has been passed down through the ages.

……

Fan Ming's words are vivid and find another way, although everyone already knows Li Bai very well, but after his explanation, the characters of thousands of years ago have also become flesh and blood, and Li Bai, who is known as the "immortal", jumped in front of him.

"About Li Bai, he wrote a large number of poems in his life, and the details are no longer exquisite, but there are more than 900 poems that have been circulated for a long time, and I don't know which of his poems everyone likes."

Soon, many students spoke enthusiastically, "I like the arrogance of 'An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to make me unhappy'." ”

"There is also the bold spirit of 'I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone'."

"Shouldn't it be the magnificent spirit of 'Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles'."

"What you said is almost meaningful, everyone's pattern is a little opener, I think it should be the domineering of 'killing one person in ten steps, leaving no line for a thousand miles'."

"If you want me to say that the most classic is 'look up at the bright moon, bow your head and miss your hometown', just ten words to express homesickness."

The originally quiet classroom suddenly became as lively as a vegetable market, and everyone had different opinions, expressed their own opinions, and expressed their own opinions.

You can even see two students arguing over which line of poetry is the best.

No matter which poem Li Bai is, he can be exemplary if he picks out a sentence at random, if he has to be the first to come out, he can't think of it for the time being, he is really distressed to the extreme,

Fan Ming smiled and didn't stop them, it was a good thing to be able to speak freely in class.

"Actually, what you said is very right, these poems have traces to follow, some are what Li Bai saw and heard during the trip, some are the feelings after visiting the mountains and rivers, and some are the rich interest after being drunk, but——"

Fan Ming's words changed, and the expression on his face was a little mysterious, "There is a poem in the creation environment, but it is extraordinarily special, there is no specific and clear thing, it seems to be just Li Bai's fantasy, but this fantasy hides a layer of invisible mystery......"

Hearing this, the other students couldn't help but be curious, and couldn't help but ask, "Professor Fan, don't sell Guanzi, what kind of poem is it?" Can it be so mysterious? ”

Fan Ming smiled, and when he saw that everyone's emotions were aroused, he chanted:

"The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands."

"Don't dare to raise your voice, for fear of frightening the people in heaven!"

As Fan Ming slowly read out, coupled with the classical music coming out of the speaker, for a while, it seemed that there was really a dangerous building hanging high in the sky in front of everyone's eyes, just like the nine-day Qionglou Yuyu, standing on it and stretching out his hand to pick up the stars and the moon.

After chanting, Fan Ming still didn't finish: "It's this song that stays overnight in the mountain temple!" ”

Some students were puzzled and asked: "Later generations believe that this ancient poem was written by Li Bai in Huangmei County, HUB Province, and it was written about Jiangxin Temple on the top mountain of Caishan Peak in Huangmei County." But is there anything special about this ancient poem? It doesn't seem to be anything special, why does Mr. Fan talk about this one alone. ”

Fan Ming smiled, "You can't follow the rules in doing things, you have to bring forth the new, and if you don't stipulate that what the predecessors recorded and described must be right, according to the research, there is some doubt about the statement of Jiangxin Temple, but the location is not accurate." ”

"But there is still a saying in the history of the wild, or it can also be said to be a legend."

"On the way to exile Yelang, Li Bai once saw a magnificent Taoist temple, this Taoist temple came from the nine heavens, and there were even immortals in it, so there was this sentence 'Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly people'!"

"Because this 'heavenly man' refers to the immortals in the Taoist temple. And this person who can pick the stars can naturally only be immortals. That's why Li Bai said, 'Don't dare to speak loudly'. ”

Based on this legend, there is another saying, that is, the 'Jiangxin Temple' in the title of this ancient poem actually refers to a Taoist temple. Because in ancient times, 'temple' and 'view' were actually agreed. ”

"Of course, this is just a legend recorded in the wild history, so you can just listen to it."

After listening to Fan Ming's words, everyone thought about it for a while, "Not to mention, compared to Jiangxin Temple, it seems that this legend is more in line with the image of the dangerous building in the poem." ”

"But if it is really based on the 'Nine Heavens Taoist Temple' as a reference, why is there no record of a single word in the relevant historical documents, but what is recorded in the history books is Jiangxin Temple?"

"Maybe it was misunderstood by future generations, after all, time has passed, and no one knows what happened at that time."

"Could it be that maybe we are mistaken, in case it is based on Jiangxin Temple, imagining and constructing the scene."

Everyone talked about it, and there was no result for half a day.

Qi Xueqing, who was listening in the crowd, had slightly bright eyes, and vaguely noticed that this history was not ordinary, and it seemed to have some similarities with the historical fog he had studied before.

"If it's just a simple imagination, it seems a bit unrealistic. But if it's reality, what kind of building can support this five-word law? ”

Qi Xueqing muttered to himself, preferring to believe the legend told by Fan Ming, the Taoist temple that came from the Nine Heavens was more appropriate to the scene depicted in the poem.

He couldn't help but have a faint doubt in his heart, is there really a building in the world that exists in the sky?

Although the language of the whole poem is simple and natural, it does not use too many gorgeous words, and it is only 20 words, but it is magnificent, ingenious, and vivid, giving people a rich sense of association and immersion.

Compared with the atmosphere of everyone who was amazed in the whole poem, Hu Xiaocao's heart moved slightly.

"Don't dare to raise your voice, for fear of frightening the heavens......"

Reciting the poems silently, she inexplicably felt that the thick wisps of purple qi in her body were slowly flowing.

Obviously in a noisy environment, those voices became blurred, as if they had brought her into a special space.

Everyone was either inquisitive or excited, Hu Xiaocao's face was extraordinarily calm, and his dark eyes were like unfathomable pool water, and they would not be shaken by changes in the outside world.

Qi Xueqing casually skimmed it, and subconsciously was attracted by Hu Xiaocao's temperament.

Obviously, the surroundings are extremely lively, but there is a sense of incompatibility around this girl, as if she does not belong to this worldly person.

But Hu Xiaocao had slowly closed his eyes at this moment, perceiving that mysterious realm.

You can vaguely see the moon hanging in the sky, and the shadow of a Taoist temple is hidden in it, looming, full of endless mystery.

Faintly, the hazy mist rises ethereally, and a divine snake looms in it, coiled in the high sky, overlooking the world.

"Is that you, mountain god?"

The years rippled faintly, which was a memory buried deep in time, and Hu Xiaocao was vaguely aware of it through the purple qi.

And this wisp of purple qi in Hu Xiaocao's body is the blessing given to Longyuan Village by a vision from the sky when Ye Qin formed a golden pill before!

At that time, one person attained the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascended to heaven, but anyone who came into contact with purple qi would be transformed by the aura of heaven and earth, just like those villagers and Sun Zhenbang.

And because Hu Xiaocao has the deepest cause and effect with Ye Qin, and his talent is outstanding, he has absorbed more purple qi in his body.

Coupled with the ancient scriptures given by Ye Qin, she also had some insights into cultivation, so she could clearly sense the existence of purple qi in her body.

This is completely different from other villagers and Sun Zhenbang.

It must be known that other people are not aware of the purple qi in their bodies, and can only passively obtain some improvements, but although Hu Xiaocao can't control it, he can clearly perceive it.

"Jingle bell—"

At the right time, with the ringing of the bell after class, everyone walked out of the classroom unsatisfied, and they were still discussing the content of the class, and several key words such as "Datang" and "Li Bai" appeared with the highest frequency.

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty makes people linger, and Li Bai, who is known as the "immortal", is even more talked about, but it is a pity that it will slowly dissipate, leaving behind endless history and mystery, so that future generations can comment on conjecture.

The Tang Dynasty and Li Bai complement each other, so there are many stories that have been passed down through history.

Just as Fan Ming was about to leave the classroom, Qi Xueqing stopped him, "Professor Fan, I like the class you just talked about, and I am very interested in the ancient poem you said at the end. ”

Qi Xueqing's historical fog series has not been updated for a while, and a large number of netizens are urging updates in the comment area.

However, it's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't, after all, such a popular science column is not easy to do, and it takes a lot of time to study and verify and find information.

Qi Xueqing had no clue before, the cultural history of thousands of years in Daxia is like the Yellow River surging endlessly, and it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find something related to the fog of history.

The content of the previous issues was all contacted by him by mistake, but now after taking this class, he already has goals and ideas, and the main body of the next issue has been thought of, which is the ancient poem "Night Stay in the Mountain Temple"!

This is slightly similar to "Carving a Boat for a Sword".

Hearing Qi Xueqing's words, Fan Ming was also quite interested, "Does this classmate have any questions?" ”

"I think compared with what is recorded in history, Li Bai wrote about Jiangxin Temple on the top of Caishan Peak Mountain in Huangmei County, but I have been to Jiangxin Temple, and it is far from the domineering that Li Bai's poems depict between the lines."

Fan Ming glanced at Qi Xueqing deeply and understood the voice of his words, "So you think the place described in Li Bai's poem has other ideas?" ”

Although Li Bai has a rich imagination, his poems about the description of scenery have targets in reality.

For example, where does the water of the Yellow River come from, how high is the Lushan Waterfall, how big is the snowflakes of Yanshan, how deep is the water of the Peach Blossom Pond, how difficult is the Shu Road, and the White Emperor City, the Yellow Crane Tower, Dongting Lake, the Yellow Mountain and so on.

Even if it's an imagination, it's based on a certain landscape, and it's definitely not the kind that comes out of nowhere.

And the awe in the poem is overflowing, and it can be seen from this point that Li Bai should have seen similar scenes before, so he would have felt it, otherwise there would be no such profound sentences.

It's just that the specific scene is in which place, whether it is what Li Bai saw and heard during his exile, or something else, this is unknown.

After listening to Qi Xueqing's thoughts, Fan Ming nodded appreciatively.

"It seems that you also have a lot of research on history, you and I have similar views, but the record of wild history is also very vague, and there is very little information left, if you are interested in this aspect, you can save my number, and we can talk about it in detail later."

Qi Xueqing was overjoyed, "Thank you, Teacher Fan." ”

Fan Ming waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to care, "I'm glad that the school has a diligent and inquisitive student like you." ”

As the two chatted, the people in the classroom were almost gone, and in the empty classroom, except for Qi Xueqing and Fan Ming, only one Hu Xiaocao was still sitting in the position, his eyes slightly closed, and he seemed to have an endless aftertaste.

Fan Ming also noticed her presence, and couldn't help but take a few more looks, "This little girl is quite interesting." ”

Qi Xueqing hurriedly said, "She came here to listen to Teacher Fan's class. ”

Fan Ming was a little surprised, he originally thought that Hu Xiaocao was waiting for someone, or something else, so he didn't leave, but he never thought that he would come to listen to his class, and his eyes became kind and kind.

He stepped forward and said, "Kid, it's already class." ”

Hu Xiaocao woke up and slowly opened her eyes, her glass-like eyes made Fan Ming feel a little dazed, and she always felt that the girl in front of her had a special temperament.

Dusty and arrogant, not like the world.

Hu Xiaocao blinked and woke up from the mysterious feeling just now.

Feeling the changes in the purple qi in her body, she didn't know what kind of improvement she had gained.

It's just that I didn't expect that after listening to a lecture, I actually felt something that seemed to be related to the mountain god.

Although Hu Xiaocao is not very old, he is very mature in mind, and his face is not leaking, but he asked, "Teacher, when is your next open class?" ”

Hearing this, Fan Ming couldn't help but feel a little curious, "How much can you understand the content of this class?" ”

Hu Xiaocao said modestly: "I can understand most of it." ”

In fact, she could understand everything, but she didn't want to be too conspicuous, and even then, it was very powerful.

Qi Xueqing couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly, admiring Hu Xiaocao's intelligence, at his age, let alone understanding half of it, it was like listening to the sky, completely ignorant of what to say.

Looking at Hu Xiaocao's sincere face, for some reason, Fan Ming felt that the girl in front of him was not lying, because those eyes were too clear and not impregnated with the vulgarity of the world.

Fan Ming's gaze became more kind and kind, and he looked at Hu Xiaocao as if he were looking at his own juniors.

"Are you interested in any of these?"

Hu Xiaocao nodded, as if thinking of something, "Because of the influence of an elder, I like history and ancient texts very much." ”

Originally, she wanted to talk about Grandpa Mountain God, but considering that there were still outsiders present, Hu Xiaocao changed her statement.

Now that she has grown up, she is not as ignorant as she was when she was a child, and she understands many truths.

When she was outside, Hu Xiaocao never specifically mentioned the mountain god, and what had happened in Longyuan Mountain, even her best friend in the school, she kept her mouth shut and didn't tell her.

Fan Ming rubbed her head, "Reading history can be wise, knowing the past can learn from the present, using history as a mirror can know the rise and fall, it's good to have such interests and hobbies." ”

In fact, this is only part of the reason, Hu Xiaocao wants to understand the content and meaning of those ancient texts, and his purpose is simply to practice!

Fan Ming saw that Hu Xiaocao spoke extraordinarily and spoke clearly, and he liked it even more in his heart, "Just now we were talking about Li Bai in class, what do you think of him?" ”

Hu Xiaocao pondered for a moment and said: "What Li Bai wants to become is a peerless warrior like Su Qin and Zhang Yi, and what he wants most is to be famous in the present world, but unfortunately these are destined to be out of place in his life." ”

Unlike the previous words of praise from the students, Hu Xiaocao's evaluation was neither praise nor derogatory, and there was a deep regret between the words.

This aroused Fan Ming's interest.

You must know that Li Bai's casual and free and easy, obviously a literati, but his body is full of chivalrous temperament, walking in the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty with a long sword in his hand, as soon as the cold sword came out, with the pride of swallowing all directions, he wrote an incomparably magnificent poem.

Such a move was maverick in the world, but it was named a genius by later generations, and it is also the object of worship in the hearts of countless modern teenagers.

Due to the deepening of many halos in the outside world, later generations have multiple layers of filters for Li Bai, and there are not many evaluations like Hu Xiaocao, but it is ingenious and refreshing.

"There is a record in the Book of Jingzhou with Han: Bai, Longxi cloth, exiled in Chu and Han. Fifteen good swordsmanship, all over the princes. Thirty articles, the past to the prime minister. Although it is less than seven feet long, it is ambitious. ”

"From the perspective of later generations, this is Li Bai's letter to Han Chaozong, a high-ranking official of the current dynasty, which is obviously too straightforward and politically immature, but it is difficult to hide his enterprising spirit."

When he was a teenager, he lived in Shuzhong, and the beautiful peaks of Shushan and the Taoist atmosphere of Qingcheng Emei made Li Bai's character have a tendency to be a romantic ranger and a recluse.

It can be seen from "Chivalrous Journey" that Li Bai admires the Liangcheng countrymen like Zhu Hai and Hou Ying, who are dressed and hidden their merits and fame. Even if these two are just outlaws.

The era of war and strife is good, at least it can still reflect the monarch Corporal Lixian, discerning the pearls, and it can also become a good story, but the Tang Dynasty does not need a peerless national soldier, such an identity and image will overshadow the light of the monarch.

"Leyou was originally on the Qing Autumn Festival, and the Xianyang Ancient Road was dusty. The sound is absolutely dusty, the west wind is still shining, the Han family mausoleum, this song "Remembering Qin'e" may best reflect Li Bai's mood. ”

What is the sound of isolation on the Xianyang Ancient Road?

Maybe it was the voice of the times of yesterday's national scholars, Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Ji Bu, Wei Gongzi, Zhu Hai, etc., those national scholars who established their fame no longer existed, and Li Bai's ideals and ambitions were destined to be unable to be displayed.

Only the remnants of the west wind were left in front of him, blowing Li Bai's robe and making a hunting sound.

Hu Xiaocao has unique insights, and the poems come easily between words, which shows his profound literary skills, and Fan Ming and Qi Xueqing who listened to it were dumbfounded, which shows that what she said just now was not groundless.

Fan Ming smiled even more, "If you are studying in college now, I will definitely take you as a closed disciple." ”

Qi Xueqing also sighed, the words of the girl in front of him can compare many college students, this vision and mind, even he is ashamed of himself who has studied history.

Seeing Hu Xiaocao's unique vision, Qi Xueqingxing couldn't help but want to ask, maybe he could hear a different answer from Hu Xiaocao's mouth.

"Then what do you think of "Overnight in the Mountain Temple"? The peculiarity of the poem mentioned by Professor Fan is that the references in it do not seem to be the same as those recorded in history. ”

Because of the historical doubts in the previous issues, Qi Xueqing believes that there is also a fog of history in this poem.

Therefore, he is more inclined to the legend, Li Bai once saw the miraculous Taoist temple, so he wrote such amazing and brilliant verses.

Hu Xiaocao pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the mountain god grandfather of Longyuan Mountain, who also vaguely inherited a trace of historical memory in her perception.

It's very subtle, but it's very real, so that she is extremely sure that the celestial man mentioned in Li Bai's poem must be the mountain god grandfather, right?

In this world, only Grandpa Mountain God has such great ability!

But how could she say such a thing?

After Hu Xiaocao thought for a moment, his face showed a look of imagination, and he muttered: "Maybe there are immortals who can run through the long river of history and let the ancients see it, leaving a lot of secrets." ”

Hu Xiaocao meant something, but obviously no one in this world could associate the truth.

Looking at Hu Xiaocao's innocent face, Qi Xueqing and Fan Ming looked at each other, but they didn't expect the answer given by Hu Xiaocao to be so unexpected, they originally thought that she would quote scriptures like before, but they didn't expect the sword to go sideways.

It seems unreasonable, full of childish fun, but when you think about it, it doesn't look like a child can say it at all.

For a moment, there was some silence in the air, and no one spoke.

Fan Ming saw that Hu Xiaocao was not very old, and his heart felt a love for talent, "My office is in 203 Wisdom Building, if you have any questions you don't understand in the future, you can also come and ask me." ”

Hu Xiaocao's eyes seemed to have fallen into a layer of starlight, "Then thank you Teacher Fan." ”

In the end, he is a famous professor of history and literature in Nanchuan, whether it is knowledge or vision, he must be different from ordinary teachers, and this trip can be regarded as an unexpected joy for Hu Xiaocao.

The three of them talked, seeing that it was not early, and it was time for lunch, and then parted ways.

Qi Xueqing was about to leave, but he saw a notebook on the table, looked through it, it was full of dense handwriting, and Juanxiu's handwriting came into view, delicate and with a bit of free and easy feeling.

"Little sister, your notebook has been left here."

Qi Xueqing looked up and saw that Hu Xiaocao had already left, so he hurriedly chased him out, but there was no trace of Hu Xiaocao.

And because it's time to eat, there are more people on campus again, and it's not easy to find that little figure.

But no one noticed that in the crowd, there were several men shuttling on both sides of the road, their eyes constantly shuttling back and forth in the crowd, as if they were looking for something.

Among them, the man with black sunglasses couldn't help but complain: "This Hu Xiaocao, obviously a primary school student, why does he like to come to the university to listen to lectures?" ”

The man who was looking down at the book on the side was actually observing the movements around him, and said lightly:

"Maybe I like to join in the fun, it's okay, it's convenient for us to get started, this Hu Xiaocao is a boarder, if she doesn't come out in elementary school, it's difficult for us to get in, and in college, there are not so many restrictions."

The guards at the university are not that strict, and you can sneak in, but it is not easy in elementary school.

The thin man took out a cigarette from his pocket, swallowed the clouds and spit mist beside him, and said with a somewhat puzzled expression:

"What are we kidnapping a little girl this time, according to the investigation, this Hu Xiaocao was born in a mountain village, and he has no value on him, and it is worth our fight."

The newspaper man is their leader, his name is Yang Wen, and this time he received an order from above to ask them to kidnap a girl named Hu Xiaocao.

"Let's do it, and they naturally have their intentions."

The person who instructed Yang Wen and them was the previous overseas cultural relics trafficking organization, the previous museum Huang Fu, which made the leader behind him think again, and in order to get the mysterious oriental power to cure the disease, he once again paid attention to Longyuan Mountain.

It's just that several waves of people they sent to the mountains before all died, and this time the leader did not act recklessly, but took a lot of trouble to finally find out the details of Longyuan Mountain.

Including the many supernatural events in the front, as well as the government's mountain closure action in the back, it can be said that it is extremely detailed.

Of course, if you want to check these messages, it is not difficult.

But whether it was the mountain god or some other unknown force has no clear evidence to prove.

In order to find out the reason for this, the leader planned to start from Hu Xiaocao's side, because from the information obtained, Hu Xiaocao was the first person to come into contact with him, and he was also the one who showed the existence of a mountain god on this mountain.

Yang Wen glanced around, and soon found the target person, among the college students, Hu Xiaocao's size and appearance are relatively eye-catching, not to mention that they have been watching for a long time.

"Hu Xiaocao appeared."

He hurriedly followed, and the others followed, but there were too many people at this time, and Yang Wen planned to wait for Hu Xiaocao to go to a place where there were fewer people before making a move.

The thin man had a cigarette butt in his mouth, and his expression was a little careless, "This operation is too simple, just such a little girl, she can deal with it alone, and you can send so many of us here?" ”

"I can't say that, this is also to ensure that the action is foolproof, as I said above, this time it must not fail!"

(End of chapter)