The Only Sword Immortal in Great Tang

Jiang Tingyun polished the ink for him, smoothed the paper, and handed him the pen: “Please.”

Li Bai said nothing, closed Closed eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

At this moment, there is a strange look on his face: at this moment, he is undoubtedly still drunk, and he drank more wine this day than ever, so he was even more drunk than ever. .

So, at this moment, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is unruly, his white clothes are covered with wine stains, and the alcohol is spreading all around, a proper image of a drunkard.

However, his eyes are still clear, seeming to be clearer than when he is awake.

He seems to see something that no one else can see.

Slowly, the look on his face became more and more hazy, and it became more and more indistinguishable, whether he was drunk or awake at the moment.

At this time, the moon rise in the middle of the sky, the white moonlight shines through the small window on the white rice paper in front of him, and the ink stained with the brush in Jiang Tingyun’s hand has gradually Dry.

Jiang Tingyun didn’t say a word either, just staring at him quietly.

He finally moved.

“Pen!”

He loudly shouted.

Jiang Tingyun handed the pen to his hand.

He took the pen, “shua shua” a few times, and then drew on the paper.

“Qinhuai River thousands of nights, immortal sword among white clouds…”

“Yang Province is a hurried visitor in the city, I wonder if there is a Daoist Immortal in this world…”

This poem is very long, with 24 lines and 168 words.

He wrote that it should be the first time he saw Jiang Tingyun’s swordsmanship in Qinhuai River that night.

Someone may wonder why he keeps remembering such a scene until now.

If that scene really gave him a strong psychological impact, then why didn’t he write a poem at that time instead of writing it until now?

Many things are like this.

When I experienced many things at the time, I only felt shocked and overwhelmed by emotions. However, it is difficult for you to describe that feeling in detail.

Only after a long time, after a long time, you have almost forgotten what happened that day and the emotions that occurred that day.

Then in a certain moment, because of a certain opportunity, you suddenly remember everything. Then, you will suddenly have specific emotions about that day. Feeling, it turns out, did I think that day?

Some people will describe that feeling, which is poetry.

The things described in poems are always in the past tense.

Therefore, a poet is a creature that lives in the “past”.

Jiang Tingyun looked at this poem carefully, the more I read it, the better he felt. He even felt that this poem, in all Li Bai’s works, is one of the most outstanding ones. Category.

If nothing happens, this poem will spread throughout Great Tang in a very short time.

“pa!”

After Li Bai finished writing the poem, he stopped, and the pen in his hand fell off.

Then he fell down all over.

Fortunately, Jiang Tingyun’s eyesight is quick and his hands are quick, so he held him and let him lie back on the bed.

“Hiccup…” Li Bai hiccuped a long drink and tilted his head. This time, he really fell asleep.

Jiang Tingyun looked at the poem, then looked at him, with a complex expression.

Jiang Tingyun had a plan before, that is, to increase his visibility, and then let Fire Dragon Daoist come to him.

There are two ways to increase your reputation. One is to show your swordsmanship directly to the public, or even go directly to Tang Xuanzong. In that case, he will soon become famous throughout Great Tang Empire.

However, maybe it is the pride of the swordsman. He doesn’t really want to be like an actor, performing his swordsmanship in the public, let alone let him go to see Tang Xuanzong.

In contrast, there is another better method. As for the second method, of course, through Li Bai’s poem, “there is a Sword Immortal in Yangzhou City” to spread. Up.

Li Bai has this charm.

If Fire Dragon Daoist reads that poem, there is a high probability that he will come to him, um…it should be.

So, he tried the second method.

Of course, it is said to be “use”, but in fact, this method does not require him to do anything. What he needs is just waiting.

He doesn’t believe that poetry writers like Li Bai will give up materials like Sword Immortal, which does not fit Li Bai’s character.

He will write such a poem after all.

As for the song Xiaoshi he wrote when he first met him, why didn’t it work, um… it’s not called a poem, it’s called entertainment.

However, no matter what he thinks, he still used Li Bai after all, didn’t he?

It is not an honor to use friends.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, and finally took a look at Li Bai. After making sure that he would not fall off, he opened the door and walked out.

At this moment, because of the curfew in Yang Province, there is not a pedestrian on the street, only the barking of dogs who don’t know from somewhere, occasionally in his ears.

At this time, he thought of Li Bai again.

After so many days of getting along, he slowly saw it. Li Bai first saw what he said, “My life’s wish is to fight Rivers and Lakes with the sword, and to be happy and enmity”, In fact, it is not Li Bai’s real thoughts.

He lied.

Like all literati, he has the vision of “Qi Family Governing the Country and Ping the World”.

It’s just that the status of his businessman’s son is determined, and he cannot take the road of imperial examination.

While a literati is not an imperial examination, how can it be used for official career?

Does it rely on poetry?

I know how unreliable this idea is.

Li Bai was probably because he couldn’t walk the broad and open road of literati, so he thought of “Rivers and Lakes, happy and enmity”, right?

Who would be serious about going to Rivers and Lakes?

……

When Jiang Tingyun returned to the Good Fortune Inn, the Inn was closed.

But that didn’t matter to him, he quickly climbed up the window on the second floor, and then entered his room.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a knock on the door.

“Jiang Noble Son, are you asleep?”

It is the voice of Lady Boss.

He slightly startled, after thinking about it, he walked over and opened the door.

“What’s wrong? Lady Boss.”

He said with a smile.

At this time, Lady Boss was holding a candlestick in her hand, and the faint rays of light made her face a little more pitiful out of thin air.

“It’s okay.”

Lady Boss gently shook the head, said with a smile: “the past few days, you came back very late… and today, I Hearing the sound coming from your room, I was afraid it was a thief, so I wanted to come over and have a look.”

“Thief?”

Jiang Tingyun slightly startled, and then So shook the head a little funny: “In a way, my behavior really looks like a thief.”

How can a serious person climb the window sill?

Lady Boss smiled lightly and said: “I know you are not a thief now, so I will go back?”

Lady Boss asked him with slanted eyes.

“Okay.”

Jiang Tingyun nodded.

Looking at the slender figure of Lady Boss, he suddenly thought of something and said: “Yes, there is one more thing…”

“What’s the matter?”

Lady Boss turned around to look at him.

“Hmm…”

Jiang Tingyun hesitated for a moment, and then said: “I have been planning to live in Yang Province for a long time. Therefore, it is not good to live in Inn all the time… “

Actually, Lady Boss has not received any money from him in these days, but it is still inconvenient to live in the Inn all the time.

He feels that he also needs a home.

“You mean, do you want to… move out to live?”

“Yes.”

Jiang Tingyun said with a smile: “I I have found a house, and I will probably move there tomorrow.”

“So…”

“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Tingyun asked.

“Nothing.”

Lady Boss smiled and shook the head.

……

2nd day he moved to his small courtyard.

Before leaving, he said goodbye to Lady Boss, shop waiter, and Zhang San one after another, and then he rode on Old Ma, who had gained a lot of weight, and moved to his new house.

What happened afterwards was as he expected. The song “Immortal on the Qinhuai River After Drunk” written by Li Bai soon spread.

Although the poem did not mention Jiang Tingyun’s name, it clearly pointed out the location of the Qinhuai River story in Yang Province.

In other words, if Fire Dragon Daoist read this poem, then he must come back to Yang Province to find the so-called immortal!

And Jiang Tingyun, just stay in Yang Province and wait for the arrival of Fire Dragon Daoist.

After that, almost a year passed.

In the past year, something happened neither too big nor too small, some of which were in his expectation. For example, Zhang Wenruo and Li Bai did not practice inner Qi. And Zhang Wenruo, in the past few months, his enthusiasm for the sword technique has dropped rapidly, and he has hardly come to him.

But there is one thing that undoubtedly surprised him, that is, Fire Dragon Daoist did not come.

Yes, Fire Dragon Daoist did not come to Yang Province!

He never came to Jiang Tingyun, nor did he come to Li Bai.

This is unscientific, which is a bit different from Jiang Tingyun’s prediction.

He originally thought that Fire Dragon Daoist would come eagerly to look for him after hearing the poem.

So, why?

One of the most likely reasons is of course that Fire Dragon Daoist has never heard of that poem.

Although that poem has almost spread throughout Great Tang, maybe Fire Dragon Daoist lives in seclusion on the mountain? So never heard that poem?

Of course, there is a second possibility that he heard the poem but didn’t take it seriously.

After all, when these poets are in a mood, they can write anything, so what is immortal?

Of course, there is one last possibility, that is, Fire Dragon Daoist heard the poem and thought it might be true, but didn’t want to come to him at all.

Fire Dragon Daoist is totally different from his thoughts!

Fire Dragon Daoist doesn’t want to find the same kind at all!

With the result that Fire Dragon Daoist did not come, these all are possible.

“Huh…”

In the winter of the fourteenth year of Kaiyuan, Jiang Tingyun stood in his small courtyard and exhaled, and the gas turned white The mist, turned into fine water vapor, dissipated in the cold of this winter.