A sword and a mountain, expressing a period of passing years.

In the past 20 years, I have been here to kill blood for you, staining the sky red.

I like to look out from the fence every afternoon, watching the clouds roll up, people coming and going, looking for your shadow.

You like to watch the sun pick up sorrow at every twilight, and you say that you are waiting for a period of quiet time and stability in this world.

At the moment when Xia Xun closed the wooden door of the small building, the feeling in the dark appeared again. The feeling of the corpse in Shoushan is different, although it is very subtle, but it is more unforgettable and familiar. The figure seemed to have become gloomy, and the former shyness had turned into an inexplicable sadness hidden deep in the desolation. Can't see her face clearly through a roll of gauze curtains, I don't know how much she can retain now?

Sorrow wept in desolation, and gradually brewed a trace of sadness.

Then slowly drift away with the wind...

Xia Xun was puzzled.

Towering majestic mountains, surrounded by white clouds, the vast sky.

The solid wall is sharpened, the ancient maple enters the clouds, the high place is not cold, looking through the Qionglou Yuyu, hundreds of miles of rivers and mountains. The stone sword is in the sky, the trail is like a line, and the three little ants are slowly moving up and down the thin line. The one staggered, his heels flickering, and he seemed to be crumbling. The two of them walked along the railing hurriedly, as if they were in a hurry to go somewhere. The two are up and down at the same time, and it is inevitable that they will be staggered, but intentionally or unintentionally.

"The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars. ”

"I can't eat when I stop throwing cups, and I draw my sword and look around. ”

The high-pitched voice, the bold poetry, mixed with the rhythm of madness, resounded for miles from the bottom to the top and from the top to the mountain, echoing for a long time.

It is not easy to go up and down the True Martial Main Peak, and for people who have no cultivation, it is tiring enough. And it didn't take half a moment to go up the mountain, and without saying a word, people were driven back to the mountain, which made people really unhappy. Even though there are endless inexplicables in his heart, and there are many broken fragments in his mind, Xia Xun, who is going down the mountain at this time, is really not in a good mood. Hearing the poem is the clear meaning, and suddenly there is a trace of Wendou thought...

And these poems shouted from the air are also quite interesting.

This poem borrows words and aspirations, and the depressed and tangled feelings described by the poet are exactly the confusion that the poet can't choose at this time, and it is also the current situation of Zhenwushan. Maybe the result of the first battle twenty years ago has already made the saint of Zhenwu Mountain feel regretful, after all, the palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, and the knife hurts to go down that way.

Xia Xun hurriedly descended from the railing, took a light breath and shouted under the Heavenly Stone Sword:

"If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will climb the snow-covered mountains. ”

"Idle fishing on the river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun. ”

"Boom..."

Under the trail, the drunken Taoist held the iron lock of the railing with one hand, and looked up at the people on the top of the mountain with blurry drunken eyes.

Xia Xun's poetry is to say that since the Yellow River in the south is frozen and Taihang in the north is also buried in snow, it is better to stay in place to fish, take a boat, and wait for the right time to make a choice. is also talking about Zhenwu Mountain at this time, and the most desired result is to do nothing.

"Wow..."

"Haha!"

Raised the wine vat and poured it down on his head, drank nearly half of it, and laughed.

The drunken Taoist almost frantically chanted again: "It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk!

"Uh..."

Speechless.

Xia Xun is not easy to answer this question.

There are many different ways in the world, and how can they make the right choice. The reason why Xia Xun is not easy to answer is because the road under his feet at this time is the difficult road, and now the situation on the road before the north wind rises, the situation is full of disasters, such a difficult road, how can he invite people to go along? If he can't go along, then he is a person from a different path, and Xia Xun can't do this.

The hurried step never stopped, and he thought about it for a long time.

When the upper and lower were about to stagger the two, Xia Xun reluctantly raised his index finger and touched the bridge of his nose, looked at the drunken Taoist and smiled embarrassedly: "I can barely try it." ”

The drunken Taoist glanced at Xia Xun and said drunkly: "Say it..."

Xia Xun said: "There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea." ”

"Haha!"

"Wow..."

Xia Xun finished talking, and the drunken Taoist was noncommittal and laughed madly.

When he poured another sip of wine, the wine immediately drenched his red face and sloppy robe, but he didn't think so, waved his sleeves and wiped his mouth and sighed proudly: "There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea." Good momentum, good courage, good poetry!"

"The Taoist has won the prize. Xia Xun hugged his fists and said modestly.

"Hehe..."

As soon as the pride started, it sank, sunny and rainy, and the drunken Taoist looked at Xia Xun gloomily, and set off a rare solemn expression: "It's a pity, it's a pity." If the color is drowsy today, there are thunderstorms and thunderbolts for thousands of miles, the long wind may not be able to break the waves, and the cloud sails will also sink into the sea. Not everyone can protect you, and I hope that when I see you again, it will not be a corpse. As he spoke, the drunken Taoist squeezed the wine sword over Mo Xian and Xia Xun's shoulders, and continued to stagger up.

"Woe is over, you can go. I'll go up the mountain and say a few words, and I'll go to the Temple of Heaven later, and I hope you don't make trouble again. ”

“......”

The words came from behind him.

Xia Xun did not look back, nor did he continue to go down. Instead, he stood on his feet and asked the drunken man, "Why do you want to help us personally?"

Staggered along, and the drunken man did not look back.

"Because you have the smell of wine that I smelled when I was a kid. ”

"Uh..."

Hearing this answer, Xia Xun was stunned, but he didn't think much about it, and led Mo Xian to continue to start and go down the mountain.

Since the two intersected, there has been no turning back, and there has been no communication again. It's just that drunken Taoists may never have thought that their casual words today would actually become a reality in the near future. A few months later, when he saw Xia Xun again, Xia Xunzhen became a corpse...

"Who is he?"

The three ants on the silk thread gradually moved away, the upper one disappeared into the clouds, and the lower one escaped into the mountains and forests.

Mo Xian finally couldn't help but ask a question that he had been holding back for a long time.

"This person..."

Xia Xun thought for a while before holding back three words: "It's amazing." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Well, how can I say that? ”

Xia Xun thought about it again, and then said, "I think you may be able to understand his name if I say it, his name is Li Bai." ”

"He's Li Bai?!"

Mo Xian is rarely surprised, which shows how amazing the word Li Bai is. Xia Xun nodded and responded, "En, Li Bai." ”

"The only son of Fengxian Shi's uncle and Li Xuanji. ”

“......”

Li bai.

When the world is strange, too.

The world calls him a poet, a drunkard, and a sword saint.

The good poetry and writing can be the first in the world, so it is named immortal.

Its addiction to alcohol is like life, but it is rare in the world, so it gives ghost words.

The high level of its swordsmanship is inherited from the two strongest swords in the world, which are not saints but comparable to saints, so there is a sword saint.

(This chapter is less than 2,000 words, but this chapter is very important and is a node, so I put it on separately.) Today there are three more chapters. ）