Chang'an City.

These days, Chang'an City has not been peaceful.

Of course, there are no gods of ancient civilizations who are ready to do anything, and there are no demon creatures plotting any conspiracy in the dark.

Yes, it's just a sense of slaughter.

Even the most ordinary poor can feel it.

His Majesty from the Taiji Palace seemed to be planning something.

The last time this happened was twenty years ago.

On that day, the entire Chang'an City was like the atmosphere it is now, the sky was gloomy, as if the whole world had collapsed.

And then—

On the same day, the Xuanwu Gate shouted and killed the sky.

The whole Chang'an seemed to be trembling.

Within a few days, the whole world knew about it.

Then the sky of Datang - changed.

The atmosphere that envelops Chang'an now is exactly the same as before the Xuanwumen Change.

"The black clouds are crushing the city and want to destroy it, the light of the armor is open to the sun, good, good, this Jiang Liu'er is really a good literary and revengeful, I can't wait to sit with it and discuss poetry!"

At first glance, he is a reader.

"Hehe, just Brother Zhang, the two taels of ink in your stomach, don't you want to buy poetry again?"

A young man who was also in a splendid Confucian shirt sneered.

The young man's face turned red as soon as he brushed it.

"You... How can you smear people's innocence out of thin air!"

The funny side immediately drew laughter.

However, this laughter did not have much malice, but mostly ridiculed.

It's a lot of fun.

This young man surnamed Zhang has a crush on an Oiran.

This is not an uncommon thing in circles.

Not only is it not a bad name to linger in the land of fireworks, but it can also earn a reputation as a profligate and talented man.

Those green buildings will naturally not let go of this opportunity to make a fortune.

Every year, each building has one or two Qingqi people, Oiran, talented women or something to cater to the market.

is a bit similar to the stars selected by various modern talent shows, all of which are just waiting for the price to be sold, but they are more naked.

This Confucian surnamed Zhang had fallen in love with a Qing man before, and wanted to please the oiran, so he bought a poem with a lot of money, but he was finally discovered.

However, his own literary talent is not bad, and he does elegant things, but it does not lead to any serious consequences, but he is often brought up and joked.

"I feel that this Jiang Liuer is likely to be my equal, look at this song: the concubine is in the east of Chungling, and the monarch lives on Hanjiang Island. One day to look at the flowers, back and forth into the white road. One is the clouds and rain, and the autumn grass grows here. Autumn grass and autumn moths fly, lovesickness and sunset. Why do you see each other, extinguish the candle and untie Luo's clothes?"

As he spoke, the man closed his eyes and acted intoxicated.

"Hehe, I like another song, the green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach. The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, and the night park Qinhuai is close to the restaurant, the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the flowers in the back garden across the river. ”

Another scholar, who was sitting in front of the fence and trying to put on a handsome pose, shook his head and said obscenely.

This river is really powerful, and I don't know where it came from.

But since this collection of poems came out a few days ago, the name Jiang Liuer can be said to have become popular all over the country in an instant.

Everyone wants to see this talented Jiang Liu'er, but unfortunately they don't know what the other party looks like, only that this poetry collection was originally circulated from the Pure Land Temple outside the city.

But could Jiang Liuer be a monk?

Pull it down, the person who can write such a masterpiece must be an experienced person, how can it be an ordinary monk?

"Taibai, don't you often boast of being a master of poetry and sword, can you tell me how it compares to this Jiang Liu'er?" the young man surnamed Zhang before looked at the drunken young man who fell to the ground and teased a little.

"Hehe~"

Raised the wine gourd and poured it vigorously, and the wanton and chic movements made the surrounding young people envious for a short time.

Although often eat and drink together.

But this Li Taibai has a completely different painting style from himself and others.

Wait for someone to take care of the sister.

Not only do you need to find a better scenery, but you also need to find a condescending place to fix a posture and sit for a few hours, but look at Li Taibai's goods.

is just a drunkard, but every action of people, no matter how vulgar it is, is natural and handsome.

Pretend to be a criminal!

But I'm so envious!

If you have this kind of skill, why worry about not being able to put a girl.

"I want to ride the wind to the north, and the snow falls on Xuanyuan as big as a seat!"

Li Taibai got up, and the whole person was staggering, as if he would fall to the ground at any time, but it seemed that there was a special force pulling the young man so that he would not fall to the ground, which was very strange.

"I want to borrow a boat to swim eastward, I want to set up a fairy in the wind, I want to walk thousands of miles in the clouds, the temple dragon is resistant to me, the top of Kunlun is bathed in the sun, the sea is desperate to see the green mountains, the long wind is thousands of miles away, and the people do not return. ”

Li Taibai got up and looked at Taiji Palace from afar, and an inexplicable bearing appeared on Li Taibai's body.

"You only know the wind and snow, but you don't think about how to kill the enemy and serve the country, what is the difference between you and the woman who doesn't know the hatred of the country. After that, the sword brush in Li Taibai's hand flew up, and the whole person controlled the sword and turned into a streamer and flew up.

Slay the dragon, you can give it a try.

"By the way, in fact, I like the song "Chuzhou West Stream" more. ”

In the next moment, Li Taibai disappeared into the sky.

", Brother Taibai turned out to be a sword immortal!"

It wasn't until Li Taibai left that the young man surnamed Zhang reacted, and his face was full of incredulity.

This is just like the soldier who has lived with Mulan for more than ten years but doesn't know that Mulan is a girl, Li Taibai, who bragged and farted with himself and others, and drank flower wine, turned out to be the sword fairy of the special mother!"

"Chuzhou Xijian, Brother Taibai is really a great talent!" another young man couldn't help but sigh.

"What, does the poem Li Taibai read earlier have anything to do with what he taught us later?"

Discordant voices silenced the scene again.

"Maybe it's to pretend to be forced. ”

The faint speculation came, but the others couldn't find the slightest reason to refute it.

Not only Li Taibai, these days, there are streamers flying by in Chang'an City from time to time.

or a sword immortal, or a master of the fairy wind and bones, and even a monk who seems to be merciful and compassionate, and even a monk who is full of demonic energy is mixed in.

However, these people, who are likely to fight directly in normal times, are unexpectedly harmonious at this moment, which also makes the atmosphere of the entire Chang'an City become more and more silent, like a sleeping dragon.

It will wake up at any time and show its strong presence and sharp fangs to the world.

Inside the Tai Chi Palace.

"Bang~"

Li Shimin had forgotten the first few cups he had broken in this matter, and Li Er felt that he had never been in a good mood since he met Xuanzang.

"Look, do you see if this is something that a monk can write?!"

Li Er pointed to the poetry collection on the table, which was the poetry collection that Xuanzang usually dictated and published by the debater.

For others, it may be difficult to find out Xuanzang's identity, but for Li Er, it is not a matter at all.

The page that opened was Xijian, and the more I looked at Li Er, the more I felt that it was rising, this was simply insulting, why didn't the Buddha slap this fake monk to death.

The point is that you can be a fake monk and forget it.

I've invited you so many times, and I've not given me any face.

Are you still addicted to this fake monk?

The most important thing is that I have given you a head, and this thief has disappeared directly at the critical moment.

It is bound to make my expeditionary division unknown this time, it is simply poisonous, this thief bald!

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, too... Maybe it's just that we're overthinking. ”

Li Junxian said in a cold sweat on his forehead.

As the leader of the hundred horsemen.

Although—

I didn't even believe what I said, and then I saw Li Er's dark eyes glaring at him, and my heart suddenly chuckled.

You have to save yourself!

"Your Majesty, the minister's subordinates have found out that a monk suspected of being Master Xuanzang has entered the Qintian Prison. Li Junxian hurriedly spoke.

Li Eryi was stunned.

Immediately, the hearty laughter resounded throughout the Taiji Palace.

Looking at the happy Li Er, Li Junxian wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Mother, I've lived another day.