Hearing that the uncle in front of him was Li Taibai who existed in the book, the child was a little excited at first, and then a little puzzled, looking at this Li Taibai who had just come to Chang'an City from Shuzhou with puzzled eyes, and that look seemed to be saying whether your Li Taibai is real.

Li Taibai touched his nose, it seemed that if he didn't show his hands, this disciple would not be able to accept it.

Looking at the glimmer of hope in the depths of the little guy's eyes, it seems that he is really the Li Taibai who has traveled all over the world with one person and one sword, and he may become the only disciple of the first person in the world to use a sword.

"Shall I show me?"

The child's face was disgusted, and he said rudely: "Hurry up, uncle, show your true skills." ”

Li Taibai laughed, took off the wine jug, put it aside, and took the long sword called the Taibai Fairy Sword from the child's hand.

"Boy, look good, don't blink. ”

Li Taibai pulled out the long sword and threw it towards the road in front of him, and the starlight in his body gushed out and landed on the Taibai Immortal Sword, and after the Taibai Immortal Sword spun in the air, it gently landed in front of the two people.

Li Taibai jumped off the big bluestone, tiptoed a little, jumped on the fairy sword Taibai, and laughed, "Let's go." ”

The figure flashed, turned into a streamer, like a white rainbow, resisting the wind, stepping on the sword, the speed is extremely fast, extremely spectacular.

Wow, that's handsome, not a fake swordsman.

The child was dumbfounded, with a look of longing and envy, but by the time the child reacted, Li Taibai had already disappeared in place, leaving only a wine jug and Taibai's scabbard.

The child stayed where he was, wailing and crying, he would never see Li Taibai again, and he couldn't practice as a swordsman.

"Why do you cry your nose? ”

On the side, Li Taibai, who had gone and returned, stood beside the child, gently put one hand on the child's head and rubbed it gently.

Hearing Li Taibai's voice, he didn't care about the snot on his hands, and grabbed Li Taibai's clothes tightly, "Master, Master, you are really Li Taibai, I believe in you." ”

Li Taibai, who had long been accustomed to the flying of the sword, touched the child's head and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The child gently wiped his nose and said to Li Taibai, "Master, my name is Zhang Changsheng. ”

"Zhang Changsheng, Zhang Changsheng. ”

Li Taibai, who kept chanting Zhang Changsheng's name, shouted between heaven and earth: "Shuzhou people, Li Taibai accepted Zhang Changsheng as a disciple today. ”

Originally, it was sunny after the heavy rain, but in an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and above the sky, the thunder exploded, as if there were celestial beings living on it, shouting angrily at the world.

"Li Taibai, you are presumptuous. ”

"Nonsense, quickly get the fairy sword back and expel him from the division. ”

Li Taibai squinted his eyes, raised his head to look at the sky, and Zhang on the side

Changsheng seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and raised his head with Li Taibai, and the master and apprentice were the same.

"Are you afraid? Li Taibai asked softly.

Zhang Changsheng subconsciously said: "No, I'm not afraid." ”

Li Taibai laughed, and stabbed the long sword in his hand towards the sky, the Taibai fairy sword first stayed in the air, as if it was accumulating strength, and then suddenly rose from the world, and there was a sword light between heaven and earth stabbing towards the sky.

The heavenly man suddenly disappeared and did not dare to appear on earth.

In the pavilion outside the village, an old fortune teller slowly bent down in the direction of the village.

"I wish Taibai Sword Immortal to step into the realm of immortals, and from then on the swordsman will become a sword immortal, and there will be one more sword immortal in the world. ”

Outside the window, it was drizzling. A few days ago, Emperor Ming was in the imperial study, and said to his mentor Zhang Juzheng that he wanted to change the name of the year, and Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites handed over a lot of alternative answers, but they didn't know what to change it to, so he begged his mentor to help choose one if he had time recently.

Prime Minister Zhang, who has always been busy, agreed, so the old man did not go to watch the ceremony of today's dispute between the three religions, but sat in his study, quietly looking at the rain outside the window, and behind him was the bookshelf that claimed to have the largest collection of books in Chang'an City.

Dressed in a black robe, a pot of tea beside him, some pastries produced by the fragrance workshop, the old man has been sitting here leisurely since he got up in the morning, the old man who has never rested since entering the Hanlin Courtyard, it is rare that there is no morning dynasty today, so he simply stays at home, and enjoys some time by himself, some time that belongs to him.

The old man stared blankly at the rain that kept dripping between heaven and earth, not knowing what he was thinking, and the old man's only son, Zhang Zhongming, had been standing outside his father's study for a long time.

Zhang Zhongming was naturally afraid of this father, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, who could count the number of times he had met in a year.

Standing outside the study, I raised my hand several times and wanted to knock on the door and say hello. But the fear in his heart drove Zhang Zhongming to never put his hand on the door of the study.

In the long pavilion not far away, a plainly dressed woman stood still, with her hands on her abdomen, accompanied by the servants beside her, and looked at the two of them like this, without saying a word.

As we all know, Zhang Juzheng has no friends, only a classmate of the Ministry of Rites, Yao Xian.

Yao Xian and Zhang Juzheng were fellow villagers, and the two entered Chang'an City together and worshiped under the door of the old prime minister. In the same year, they entered the Hanlin Academy together and entered the court of the Ming Dynasty together. Now one is the head of the ministers, and the other is the six books, and the status is naturally unspeakable.

Yao Xian did not go to the palace today, watched the debate of the three religions, held a pot of osmanthus brew from his hometown, came to the unique Zhang Mansion in Chang'an City, and tasted it with the Prime Minister Zhang who also did not go to the ceremony.

After getting out of the carriage, Lao Shangshu kicked away the porter who had been invited to greet him, and walked like a familiar car

When I entered Zhang's Mansion and came to the study, I saw my sister-in-law standing there, and my nephew was standing outside the study with his head down.

Yao Xian saluted his sister-in-law, threw the two jars of wine in his hand to the servant who caught up, and tidied up his clothes, "Sister-in-law is good." ”

This woman named Wang Jing turned out to be just the daughter of a petty official, and she married Zhang Juzheng under the arrangement of the old prime minister, but she still has the etiquette and self-cultivation.

Wang Jing also recognized people, as a frequent visitor to the house, Yao Xian came every two or three days, and pulled Zhang Juzheng to drink when he had nothing to do, but Zhang Juzheng generally refused, so the scene that often appeared in the study was that Yao Xian was drinking alone, and Zhang Juzheng was looking at his collection of books there.

"Lord Yao, what's the matter with coming today?"

Prophet Yao laughed, "Someone in the next family brought two jars of good wine from the countryside, and brought them to Brother Zhang to taste today." ”

Wang Jing nodded, glanced at his son, and then at Prophet Yao, as if he was pleading.

Yao Xianxian has been an official for many years, and he still has this bit of eyesight, and patted his chest, indicating that this little thing is wrapped in his body.

"Sister-in-law, what happened to my nephew. ”

The woman shook her head and looked sad, "It's nothing, it's just that I got up this morning and saw his father at home, and wanted to go in to say hello, but I didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that his father would be angry." ”

Yao Xian thought that the eldest nephew had done something to bully the women of a good family and molest the widow, but it turned out that he was just saying goodbye, so he didn't have to worry about it at all.

Yao Xian took the two pots of wine, swaggered to the study, pointed at Zhang Zhongming, who was trembling a little on the side, and then pointed to his right foot, and then kicked open the door.

"Zhang Lao'er, come on, the osmanthus brew in our village, this is ten years of osmanthus brewing, and the old village chief asked him to bring it. ”

Walking into the study, Yao Xian saw Zhang Juzheng looking out by the window at a glance, and ignored Yao Xian who pulled Zhang Zhongming in.

Yao Xian put the osmanthus brew on the table, and pulled Zhang Zhongming to Zhang Juzheng's face, "Come, hurry up and say hello to your father, and then hurry up, your father and I still have to fight for wine." ”

Zhang Zhongming, who finally saw his father, trembled and bent over and clenched his fists, the sweat on his face kept coming out, and he saluted Zhang Juzheng, who had changed from sitting to lying, but did not say a word.

Zhang Juzheng's eyelids lifted slightly, glanced at his son, and waved his hand, "Okay, get out." ”

Zhang Zhongming, who heard his father's words, seemed to be liberated, hurriedly got up, walked out of the study, and did not want to stay for a moment.

Outside the window, the woman saw her son walk out, and the hanging heart in her heart finally let go.