The ancient burial came.

He chooses the time to arrive and is very sensitive.

The spearhead of the Shoushan corpse site was as early as the in-depth investigation of the imperial court, from north to west.

In the land of Xishu, there are five saints, although none of them participated in the shocking bloody battle twenty years ago, and they are not covered by the immortal oath. But the Tang Dynasty currently has a lot of evidence that shows that they are even more dangerous than the tiger in the northern polar regions.

At this time, the ancient burial worshiped the mountain Zhenwu, and he was no different from breaking into the tiger's den in Longtan.

After all, Chang'an, Kyoto, is not a place where saints can be presumptuous.

Even Lu Fengxian was killed here.

"Uhh

The grass was trampled in the stomping, broken in the cracks of the broken stones.

The figures in the forest are flying, and the sword qi is flowing through the road. The ancient burial is calm and consistent, and the cane moves slowly.

The golden maple tree is tall and constantly whipped by the strong wind, and the broken branches and maple leaves are broken everywhere.

The range of action of two feet and one step has never changed, and in the shadow of the attacking sword that follows, the ancient burial is like a wisp of fresh wind. The enemy army is besieged by thousands of people, and I will not move. Every time he took a step, his figure was fluttering, and he had been going up all the way for six or seven miles, but he never hesitated for half a step, let alone lift a finger. Perhaps, it is that these true martial arts disciples all over the mountains are not qualified to enter his magic eyes. After all, he is a saint ...

A saint has the dignity of a saint.

Just like the melee in Yueyang years ago, no matter how tragic it was, Lu Suifeng and the others never made a move. Because it is always a shameless thing for elders to shoot at juniors.

The dragonflies hovering over the mountains and forests were frightened by the sound of the breaking wind, and the gray rain clouds pressed under the sky fell heavily. Looking from the mountains and forests, it is already difficult to see the upper half of the mountain of the True Martial Peak Qingtian Stone Sword, only the vast sea of clouds is floating and floating. It was like a gigantic sword, piercing through the heavens and plunging into the earth.

And under the stone sword, there was a person standing at this time.

The sloppy robe exudes the fragrance of wine, and the fragrance of osmanthus wafts in the aroma of wine, which is mellow and heavy but elegant. If the guess is right, what he drank today should be the osmanthus aged wine of the Shen family wine shop at the mouth of Baihua Lane. Because, only that sake can have this taste. His smiling lips were whitened with wine, and his eyes were as drunk as if he were still in a dream. Holding the wine jug in one hand and supporting the stone fence in the other, he stood crookedly, as if he was going to fall down at any time--Li Bai.

Li Bai didn't stand here for long.

Just as the ancient burial appeared in front of Zhenwu Mountain, he stood up from the chess game that had been pending for two months at the top of Shi Jian Peak, and then staggered down the stone sword path with a drink. At this time, the ancient burial of two feet per step was already close to the main peak of the True Martial Arts, and Li Bai also happened to walk in front of the stone sword path, and the time between the upper and lower was like being deliberately arranged, and they were all grasped exactly at all.

"Whoever forsakes me, he shall not remain in the day of yesterday. ”

"Whoever disturbs my heart, today is a day of trouble. ”

Looking at the comer from afar in a drunken daze, Li Bai suddenly read two lines of poetry to the sky.

And the ancient burial finally stopped walking for more than two months at the moment when these two lines of poetry were recited.

The cool breeze swayed the linen threads, and the thick linen robe covered most of his face with shadows, revealing only a smile on his lips, and he did not speak. The Zhenwu disciples who came after chasing all the way, after seeing Li Bai, all stopped behind the ancient burial for dozens of zhang one after another, secretly lined up to block the retreat, and waited with their swords.

Li Bai raised his wet long sleeves high, held the wine jug in both hands and shook it to the sky, and then said arrogantly: "The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can be a tall building for this." Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle. All of them want to fly with great joy and want to go to the blue sky to see the bright moon. After three sentences, Li Bai suddenly raised his arms and bowed deeply to the comer.

You politely shouted: "Junior Li Bai, I've seen Uncle Gu!"

"Uncle Gu?"

"He... He..."

"Could he be the saint of Xishu Wushan!?"

Suddenly, seeing Li Bai perform this great salute, the faces of many True Martial Disciples who were on guard behind the formation suddenly became wonderful.

Although there were many speculations, they never expected that they were actually attacking a saint!

"Disperse, y'all. ”

“......”

Li Bai didn't allow them too much time to be alarmed, and casually called a group of True Martial Disciples back.

The saint is the supreme of this age, and he can wipe out mortals in the blink of an eye. All the disciples were apprehensive, how could they dare to say more? Hurriedly put up their weapons, hurriedly saluted towards the ancient burial and Li Bai respectively, and hurriedly retreated.

The tidal fog of the mountain stream is much thicker and fresher than that of the mountain.

With the departure of all the True Martial Disciples, the vast mountains and wilderness gradually returned to tranquility. Playful dragonflies descend from the sky one after another, and continue to look for water to get to the creek. Frightened birds took off from the treetops one after another, fleeing far away from this dangerous area.

After the surroundings completely calmed down, Li Bai hugged his fists and was more respectful, and apologized: "The juniors don't know the real person of Uncle Shi, so they take the liberty to disturb it, and I ask Uncle Shi to forgive me." ”

Gu Fu raised his head slightly, and looked at Li Bai with a gaze hidden in the shadows. After looking at it for a long time, he said hoarsely: "The poem you read just now is inappropriate. ”

Li Bai still clenched his hands into fists and bowed his waist: "Please ask Uncle Shi for advice." ”

Gu Fu said: "You said it too narrowly. Penglai not only has articles, but also grievances and fame. In addition to Xiao Xie's hair, there is also an invisible sword and sword shadow. If you want to go to the sky, it is not only Top Gun, but also the means. ”

“......”

The meaning of the words is very deep, alluding to taboos, and casually turning Li Bai's tone sideways. But Li Bai didn't feel the so-called at all, and replied more humbly: "Uncle Shi's words are reasonable, and the younger generation is taught." But the younger generation still has two lines of this poem not read. ”

"Read. ”

The ancient burial is dry and the word is replied.

Li Bai was not pretentious, his expression was dignified, he straightened his waist, held the wine jug high and took a sip, then threw his sleeves behind him, and shouted arrogantly!

"Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful. ”

"Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats!"

“......”

Good pride, more freehand.

Li Bai's writing is really extraordinary.

Every time I recite a poem, I can borrow things and words easily, and I am not stiff.

At this time, too, draw a knife to cut off the flow of water, and the water waves flow more smoothly; Life in the world, can not be satisfied, it is better to spread the cloak and go away on a flat boat. Li Bai's first few poems are all foreshadowing, the purpose is to brew the artistic conception out of the waves, the last two sentences are the focus, and the free and easy feelings will smooth out the waves in an instant.

"It's not right... It's not appropriate..."

It's just such a quatrain, the ancient burial is still not satisfied, he shook his head and said two things are inappropriate.

Li Bai gradually returned to his usual drunken complexion and asked, "Why did Uncle Shi think it was inappropriate?"

The ancient burial said again: "The fallen leaves without roots are too floating." If you have the ambition to catch the moon, you must have the heart to ascend to the sky. There is no uninterrupted water in the world, and there is no worry that cannot be solved. If life is not satisfactory, it is necessary to go to the wish, not to escape. Although this poem is unconventional, it is too detached from the outside world, and it is very inappropriate. ”

Li Bai borrowed poetry and words, and ancient burials borrowed inscriptions, all of which were profound.

But it is clear that both of them understand each other's deep meaning, and use this to start a conversation. Li Bai wanted the ancient burial to not shed this troubled water, but the ancient burial told Li Bai that he had to go on this trip, and persuaded the monarch not to get in the way.

"Hehe..."

Li Idiot smiled stupidly: "Uncle Shi is so profound, back to basics, do whatever he wants, and the younger generation is not as good as he sighs." Having said that, Li Bai's face did not have the slightest intention of understanding, but instead smiled deeply, and continued: "However, the younger generation thinks it makes sense. Therefore, I still hope that Uncle Shi can give advice. ”

"What do you want to teach?"

"On the sword. ”

“......”

Li Bai is not only poetic and bold, but also untamed in behavior. The current one is a saint, and although his actions have always been respectful, at this time, the sword of teaching is all provocative. I was instructed before, and I was taught poetry. Seeing that the Tao was not speculative, he turned to teach the way of the sword, which is the truth of the fist.

The saint of the royal realm war, but it is a majestic mountain.

Throughout the ages, there have never been many people who have been able to cross over.

"Sure enough, there is the demeanor of Fengxian back then. ”

For Li Bai's request, the ancient burial did not seem unexpected.

After all, he has Lu Fengxian's blood flowing in his body, and he is buried in the ancient mountains, so he has to invite him to stand no matter what.

He slowly raised his head for three more points, looked at the gray clouds along the Optimus Stone Road, and felt like a memory, and muttered: "I especially remember the time when Fengxian was immortal, Qin Feng was handsome, Qingyu was unparalleled, and a sword was full of the world's pride. Zhenshan River, defeated the Sword Sect. It was also on this path that Xia Yin ordered the immortals to hold the sword, and only with the body of the king realm, he angrily slashed the four saints of Zhenwu, and the battle shocked the world!"

At the end of the words, the voice suddenly raised and pitched.

The ancient burial looked down at Li Bai and said: "I never thought that the old man is old, the past has passed away, and today the descendants of Fengxian are actually in the same place, using the old decay as a sword refining stone." ”

Li Bai bowed his head slightly and said humbly: "Uncle Shi's words are serious. The qualifications of the younger generation are far from being comparable to their fathers, and today they are abrupt, just to give themselves an explanation. I didn't mean to be offended by teaching my uncle. ”

After sighing, the ancient burial didn't say anything more, and asked directly: "What about Qingyu Xuanming?"

Li Bai said: "The ink has been gifted." ”

"Oh..."

The ancient burial nodded knowingly: "It's a good gift." ”

"Huh!"

After saying the three words, Gu Fu suddenly padded his wrist, and shook out the rattan cane in his hand, turning into an afterimage and throwing it at Li Bai! But Li Bai's reaction was not slow, but when he saw him quietly waving his sleeves, his left hand reached out like a dragon, turning his palm into a claw, and with a trembling "chirp", he firmly grabbed the handle of the cane!

The throwing staff and the grappling staff only happened between the lightning and flint, but in the blink of an eye, the vine staff in the ancient burial hand had changed hands. Although the throwing and connecting seem to be lightweight, you can take a closer look at the stepping stones that were shattered under Li Bai's feet due to overwhelmed burdens, and you can know that the previous ancient burial was definitely not light.

Seeing Li Bai holding the rattan cane, the ancient burial was noncommittal and chuckled.

continued: "This staff is nameless, taken from the golden black vine mother on the top of Wushan, has been with me for fourteen years, and has been refined by thirty-one heavenly thunders. Only one Heavenly Thunder Tribulation is needed to get rid of the mortal fetus and refine it into a holy weapon. Today, this staff can be used as a substitute for your sword. ”

Li Bai held the rattan cane and put it in front of his eyes to carefully examine it for a long time. An inexplicable regret gradually appeared on his face, and he shook his head: "This staff is extraordinary, and it is a holy weapon." It's a pity if it's ruined. ”

The ancient burial was not as sentimental as Li Bai.

With both hands lightly on his waist, he took a new step towards Li Bai.

In fact, his actions have already explained the answer: "It would not be a pity if this rod could be destroyed in your hands."

The gray rain clouds fell the first drop of rain at the end of the ancient burial at the right time. The rain gradually opened on the tiger's mouth on Li Bai's left hand holding the staff, and crystallly differentiated into several small water droplets. Immediately afterwards, the rain that had been brewing for a long time on the sky finally sprinkled down the earth like a flutter after the embankment burst. In an instant, more than ten miles of towering mountains and forests were shrouded in gray rain and mist. Looking at it from afar, it is just like a piece of heaven and earth, and it is handsome.

It's a pity that such a handsome scenery is destined to be unsustainable.

Since this is the case, the younger generation has no choice but to dare to ask for advice. ”

"Hum. ”

The sword aura is in vain, and the wind and rain tremble with the words.

A figure of the most hundred feet instantly condensed behind Li Bai.

The figure was dressed in white, holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and his face was blurred. Different from what he saw in the Temple of Heaven meeting, at this time, there were seven Baizhang sword shadows behind the figure like a peacock opening the screen, hanging in the air.

Gu Fu raised his eyes to look at Li Bai's battle spirit for a moment, and the corners of his scarlet mouth condensed with an indescribable amplitude.

"Too void sword intent, true martial sword heart. ”

"Please give me advice. ”

"Huh!"