The Only Sword Immortal in Great Tang

“Yes, I also think that I have made a lot of money.”

Li Bai had a glass of wine and said with a smile.

“Sure enough, wine is a good thing…especially, when old friends meet again, it is a good thing.”

Li Bai murmured One sentence, then raised his head and took another sip of wine. Then, after hearing only “clang”, he put the wine glass on the table.

I saw that at this moment, his wine glass was empty, that is to say, at this moment, he has finished drinking a glass of wine.

“This wine, you have to watch and drink it.”

Jiang Tingyun glanced at his empty cup and reminded.

“Of course I have to watch. If I don’t watch, I’m not drinking with my mouth, but drinking with my nose.”

Li Bai just smiled, while speaking , Then filled himself with a glass of wine.

When I saw this, Jiang Tingyun had no choice but to say sorry to Li Madam in the heart. After that, he also picked up wine cup and and met with Li Bai, said with a smile: “Okay! Since you don’t mind, then, am I being welcome?”

Previously, when they were drinking together, Li Bai always got drunk first.

In other words, only Li Bai was drunk, and the number of times Jiang Tingyun was really drunk, can be counted on one’s fingers.

“Okay.”

Li Bai loudly shouted, and said, “Happily! Brother Jiang is as happy as ever!”

After that, he said again. Head, drank all the wine in the glass.

…

After drinking for three rounds, both of them became slightly drunk.

“Actually, recently, I have rarely drank alcohol.”

At this time, Li Bai suddenly murmured.

Jiang Tingyun hearing this startled, and then did not speak, just listened to him quietly.

“To be honest, Ziyan doesn’t like me to drink, I still know this.”

Li Bai said this, his tone of voice.

After a while, he continued to speak again: “Moreover, I don’t have the thoughts…wine this thing, it’s meaningless to drink alone. Drinking requires someone to accompany you. But, in Anlu…I don’t have many friends.”

He thought about it, then continued: “Of course,’not many friends’ means that I still have a few friends. It’s just that After I got married, I needed time to accompany Zi Yan. Slowly, I alienated them.”

Soon, he said: “Of course, all of this is my voluntary. No one Force me. I really…like purple smoke.”

Speaking of which, he took another sip of wine: “I understand, in this world, if you gain something, you must lose something. Nothing is perfect. Things. I am generally satisfied with my life today. To be honest… the previous life of being a home from all corners of the world was not very interesting.”

He told the truth.

It is true that the life of the world at home sounds very chic and exciting, but in fact, whoever has experienced it will know.

Don’t talk about the fatigue outside, just say, sleeping in the Inn outside, every time I dream back at midnight, the feeling of the vastness of the wild is very uncomfortable.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Where am I going?

These three questions, like the dark sky, pressed down toward the far traveler, making him unable to breathe.

“So, at Brother Meng…Meng Haoran, you should have heard of it? With his help, I became close to Ziyan and settled down.”

Finally, he put it down and was caught, with a faint smile on his face.

“So, I am really grateful to you.”

Li Bai looked at him and said, “You come over at this time and have a drink with me, which reminds me of the past After that, I was able to continue this peaceful life. Really…I am very grateful.”

Jiang Tingyun looked at him and shook it slowly: “It’s okay.”

He discovered that Li Bai at this time has indeed changed a bit compared to before.

He became…not so cool anymore.

But according to conscience, Li Bai at this time is happy.

The smile on his face is obviously a little bit more before, and his face is a little more rosy.

After all, the lifestyle of drinking all day and staying up late is unhealthy.

And his life now is undoubtedly much healthier than before.

Is this what he wants?

He said, yes.

Jiang Tingyun has reason to believe that he did not lie.

However, Jiang Tingyun here, knows an extremely sad thing, that is, Li Bai’s life will not last long.

Although he doesn’t know the reason, based on his knowledge of Li Bai in his previous life, Li Bai will soon return to his previous lifestyle and start a life in the world as his home.

Why is this?

Is it internal or external?

Does Li Bai have a reason to leave, or is he…he is simply, can’t let go of that kind of life?

Yes, the life of a far traveler is not so comfortable, but the life of a far traveler also has some precious and unique benefit, that is freedom.

Freedom… How many evil fakes are in your name.

At the same time, how many people moth flies into the flame?

Human, it is indeed a strange thing.

Jiang Tingyun looked at Li Bai’s profile and was startled for a while.

If Li Bai is going to lose this kind of life after all, then what can I help him?

It seems…nothing…

“Are you still writing poems?”

At this moment, Jiang Tingyun suddenly asked.

“Poem?”

Li Bai hearing this startled, and then said with a smile: “Of course.”

He can let go of everything, only let it go No less writing poems.

He stood up, walked to the side to find pen, ink, paper and inkstone, ready to rub the ink.

“Let me come.”

Jiang Tingyun stood up and took the ink stick in his hand.

“Okay.”

Li Bai didn’t pretend, and gave him the ink stick.

Jiang Tingyun’s luck is inner Qi, and the water in the inkstone turns black after only grinding.

Li Bai was soaked in ink, without thinking, he wrote directly: “The old man rode from Dong Lai, holding a sword, Voidlean, and asked him home. He said that the scenery here is good, and I don’t want Hu Chen to blow his face.”

This poem is very different from Li Bai’s previous works. Therefore, not at all is included in any of his poems.

Jiang Tingyun, is the only witness of this poem.

He looked at the poem, lightly let out a sigh of relief.

He thought, he shouldn’t stop Li Bai from returning to the life of a prodigal son.

The prodigal son Li Bai may indeed be in poor health, but at least he would not write such bad poems!

So, for the sake of Chinese poetry, he shouldn’t change Li Bai’s life.

Not to mention, he can’t actually change it.

Thinking of this, he sat down, raised a glass of wine, said with a smile: “Drink.”

At this moment, Li Bai looked at the poem he wrote , Is in a daze.

Then he threw the paper into a ball, threw it aside, sat down, and raised a glass of said with a smile: “Brother Jiang, drink.”

After all, he toasted and drank.

Jiang Tingyun looked at the paper ball on the ground, then glanced at him, and thought of a question.

Did he… from this moment on, he has become bored with the so-called “quiet” life in front of him?