Who
are you talking about?
A hint of doubt flashed in Liu Yuan's eyes.
But in the next second, his eyes instantly became clear.
"Senior brother, is it Li Taibai who is talking about?" Liu Yuan asked tentatively.
Except for that Li Taibai, Liu Yuan really couldn't think of any other person who could make his senior brother care so much.
Zhuge Liang glanced at Liu Yuan twice, then nodded and replied, "It's Li Taibai."
"Although there was a reason for what happened back then, I think that guy should have a pimple in his heart. This time I came to Fengyue Town, I am afraid that the target is not here, but in Nanban.
Zhuge Liang raised his head and looked out the window, a pair of eyes seemed to be able to cross the ages, cross thousands of miles, and reach the Nanban realm.
"There should always be a conclusion to the past. If Liang is not mistaken, he should have borrowed the hand of your friend to end this matter. "
Borrow Mei Qian's hand?
Liu Yuan muttered, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he just leaned over and wanted to ask a question, but he got a glare from Zhuge Liang.
"Curious
?" A soft voice came from Zhuge Liang's mouth, and without waiting for Liu Yuan to nod, he replied as if he was asking himself:
"If the lord is curious, you might as well go to that friend and ask, maybe from his mouth, you can get the answer you want?"
Liu Yuan was dumbfounded.
That's what I said.
It's no different from not saying it at all.
Don't you just want an answer?
Big deal, it's good for the master to ask Mei Qian if he wants it!
However, compared to this answer, the master is still very curious about what happened back then.
What did this senior brother do after he was forced to greet him
? How did he get out of danger and still get this kind of thing?
If it weren't for someone who knew Nanban customs very well, he would not have been able to write such a cleverly planned.
Therefore, when he saw this thing, he couldn't help but make Liu Yuan curious, this thing should have been produced by the people inside the Nanban themselves, right?
I'd better send this thing to the little fat man first.
It's also good to see if the little fat man really took shit luck and was accepted as an apprentice by a third-grade swordsman.
Liu Yuan thought about it, exchanged pleasantries with Zhuge Liang for a while, and then turned around and went out.
When Liu Yuan walked out of Fengyue Town, a figure, like a big peng, jumped in the air a few times, landed on the ground, and landed directly in Fengyue Town.
The movement seemed to open and close, but in fact it was extremely gentle, and the toes touched the ground and fell to the ground, without alarming the guards of the city wall.
Then the man lifted his clothes and went directly to the lord's mansion.
It was at the moment when this person rushed to the Lord's Mansion that Liu Yuan, who was about to go to Yanziling, paused slightly, looked back sharply, and raised his head.
At that moment, he seemed to feel something, and he always felt that something was wrong.
But when he suddenly looked back and his eyes fell on the lord's mansion, he really couldn't notice it.
In desperation, he could only shrug his shoulders, taking it as his own illusion and running towards Swallow Ridge.
On the other side, inside the City Lord's Mansion.
Zhuge Liang, who was thinking about the future development direction of Fengyue Town in the room, suddenly raised his head, a trace of different color flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were slightly raised, looking into the distance.
He put down the things in his hand, and then said
, "Since you are here, then you will come out and see it." You and I haven't seen each other in years. Why, I don't even have the courage to see my old friend?"
Brother Kong Ming laughed. I felt guilty in my heart, and I felt that I had no face to see Brother Kong Ming, so I hoped that Brother Kong Ming would not blame him. There
was a light laugh, and then I could see a person in white Shengxue, appearing in the room, with a long sword at his waist, a hair bundle on his head, and a fierce sword aura rising from his body, making his whole person look like a sword with no leakage.
Even if you just glance at it from a distance, you can feel the rich sword aura on this person's body.
The sword aura was in the air, and it seemed to be able to completely tear the heavens and the earth apart.
However, such a ferocious sword qi, when it approached Zhuge Liang's body, it disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.
"Brother Taibai, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your swordsmanship is a lot more exquisite.
Zhuge Liang felt this fierce sword aura, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said loudly.
As soon as the words came out, the identity of this person was pointed out.
If Liu Yuan was here, he would definitely exclaim.
Because, this person is the disciple of the Tang Dynasty Sword Saint Pei Min, and he has the reputation of the Tang Dynasty poet immortal, Li Bai!
" "It's not as good as Brother Kong Ming." Although it is still a seven-grade cultivation, I can feel that your cultivation is becoming more and more complete, slow for three or five years, fast for one or two years, you will definitely be able to break through the barrier, once you enter
a product!" "Calculated, if it is really faster than entering a product, I am still far worse than you." Li Baiyan said, his voice was very calm, and his eyes were full of calm and indifference.
"Brother Taibai, why do you need to be humble, with your strength, it is not impossible to want to enter a product. It's just that he wants to follow the Confucianism and Taoism lineage, not the swordsman lineage.
"After all, compared to Brother Taibai's swordsmanship, his attainments in poetry are much better than swordsmanship. Zhuge Liang raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly.
There is nothing wrong with that.
If you don't follow the swordsman, but turn to Confucianism and Taoism, just by relying on the talent accumulated from one poem after another, it is enough for Li Bai to set foot in a product.
But what is the result?
Kong has such a good poetry talent and the reputation of the Tang Dynasty poets, but his friend is unwilling to follow the Confucianism and Taoism, rather than follow the swordsman.
Not only that, but in order to worship under Pei Min, the first sword saint of the Tang Dynasty, it took a lot of effort.
And those poems that have been sought after by countless literati and writers are just a tool for his friend to compose an occasional poem when he is penniless and used in exchange for money.
Other than that, there is no other use.
In this regard, Li Bai could only smile bitterly.
People who have said such things, how can there be such a friend in front
of them? There are not thousands, but there are hundreds of people, right?
Thinking back to the scene when one of his poems became famous in Chang'an, countless Confucianists and Taoists rushed to accept him as a disciple, but he was rejected, Li Bai couldn't help but chuckle out loud.
As far as he is concerned, what he cares about is not to set foot in a product, or to say that he is not stepping into a product with the help of Confucianism and Taoism.
What he yearns for is a life of heaven and earth, and life of a swordsman.
What he wants is the kind of era that is truly carefree, swords, and happy.
If you really want to sum it up in one sentence, it is:
the lonely shadow of the cold river, the old people of the rivers and lakes, why should we have known each other when we meet!