Volume 1, Chapter 270: The Sage of Calligraphy and I share the same puzzle, which has no answer.
Although Ye Tingmu was talking nonsense, the other party was serious and believed it.
His face became a little crazy, with a hint of excitement.
"Little Tianhou, to be honest, I have also seen it. That world does exist."
Seeing him like this, Ye Tingmu asked weakly, "May I ask, Dean, the world you saw is a ball, a blue ball."
He did not forget to gesture with his hands while he spoke.
He just wanted to confirm one thing, whether Liu Bai's soul had traveled to Blue Star.
When Liu Bai heard this, surprise reappeared in his eyes.
He had indeed never seen the ball, but Ye Tingmu in front of him didn't seem to be lying to him.
All of these things don't seem to make sense, yet they seem to be connected.
"There wasn't a ball as Xiao Tianhou had said. I vaguely remember it being a large golden hall, very grand and stunning. I walked in and saw many, many books inside."
“It’s a book I’ve never seen before.”
"I finished reading all the books inside. When I walked out of the hall, I woke up and became a saint. However, I remember very little about the enlightenment. It seems that many of my memories were erased by someone."
Ye Tingmu was also shocked. This...
The two fell into deep thought, each with his own thoughts.
Just like that, without saying a word.
In Liu Bai's opinion, the one who could erase his memory should be God, the God in heaven.
The place where his sea of consciousness suddenly reached should be above three days.
Ye Tingmu's dream should have been more than three days.
So in his opinion, as Ye Tingmu said, there might really be such a poet named Li Bai above the three heavens.
He looked at the dome and murmured.
It's a pity that the immortal has blocked the road now, otherwise even if it means risking my life, I would have to survive the thunder tribulation and enjoy the scenery for three days.
Read the ten thousand volumes of the Heavenly Book again.
“What a pity, what a pity…”
Ye Tingmu frowned and touched his chin from time to time.
What he thought was different from the other person. He was thinking about why he traveled through time and why the words from the blue planet appeared in Liu Bai's sea of consciousness.
He was thinking about the connection between these.
Finally, he also looked up at the dome. Perhaps the answer could only be found there.
It is impossible for me to get the answer in these four domains.
Even though he is the first in line in Jiuzhou, even the oldest saint does not know about it, so I am afraid that no one knows about it anymore.
An old man and a young man just looked at the roof.
The sight seemed to have passed through the roof, crossed the sky, and looked up to the three days above.
Above those three days, it seemed as if there was also a pair of eyes watching the two of them.
A long time passed like this.
Liu Bai came back to his senses.
There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
Then he looked at Ye Tingmu who was also in deep thought and said, "It seems that the world in your and my dreams both came from heaven."
He changed the subject and continued, "I wonder what the little Tianhou just wanted to ask me about?"
Ye Tingmu also lowered his head and frowned.
There was the same helpless bitterness on the corners of his mouth.
It doesn’t matter whether you talk about your confusion or not. Since I can’t solve your confusion, you naturally can’t solve mine.
But since you asked, it doesn't hurt to talk about myself.
"To be honest, when I first entered the academy, I saw the poems carved on both sides of the gate. I've seen them in dreams before, so my confusion is the same as yours."
Liu Baiwenyan swept away the gloom, stroked his beard, and laughed out loud.
"Hahahaha...hahahaha...I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you and I are really destined to be together. Since we have the same confusion, how can we solve it?"
He waved his sleeves and said, "I simply don't understand. Just let it go. Come, Xiao Tianhou, have some tea."
Seeing this, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but smile.
Yes, since we have the same doubt, there is no point in solving it.
The past is gone with the wind, and the rest of life is long.
I haven't yet accomplished the important thing of living a peaceful and secure life.
It's too far to think about that.
It’s better to live in the present and be realistic.
The two talked for a long time, exchanging words they had seen before.
Naturally, the content of the entanglement and discussion is no longer where the poem came from.
But where does the beauty of this poem lie?
As a time traveler, Ye Tingmu naturally knows more than the other person.
So what if you are a literary saint.
My nine years of compulsory education were not in vain.
Although my academic performance in my previous life was quite good, I am somewhat of a loophole.
But he still knows more than Liu Bai in front of him.
In-depth communication
For example, why can such words be written and what kind of background is given.
I can't read well, but I watch a lot of TV.
Things that are pieced together can still be explained in a coherent way.
Liu Bai was listening with great fascination, and from time to time he showed expressions of admiration, shock, and horror.
Ye Tingmu started boasting so much that he couldn't stop and told the other party the bloody history of China.
Finally, at Liu Bai's repeated requests.
Ye Tingmu agreed to tell the other party the poem he had memorized in his dream.
Then the literary sage Liu Bai took up his pen and Ye Tingmu began to recite.
A collection of poems that does not belong to this world was born.
"Drunk, I look at my sword by lamplight, I dream of the horn blowing in the camp, eight hundred miles of roast meat distributed to my subordinates, fifty strings of music echoing from beyond the frontier, the battlefield in autumn is inspecting the troops."
"When the great roc rises with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles..."
The sound of recitation is intoxicating and ethereal.
Liu Bai writes quickly, and the ink flows like rain.
Time passed, but the two of them did not stop.
Under the attic.
Jinghong Qingfeng was dozing off.
Feng He and Liu Yanyan were having a great chat.
Zhang Ruling had left at some point without him noticing.
Guanqi had fallen asleep leaning on Yuemingfeng.
Time slips through your fingers like water.
The tea was changed one cup after another.
The table was covered with piles of rice paper.
The sky outside the window was clear and the sunset was fading in a flash.
In a flash, the moon was already in the sky.
The sound of insects begins in midsummer.
Ye Tingmu stood in front of the window, looking at the sky in the distance.
A hoarse sound was heard.
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the water is clear and the sand is white, the birds are flying back."
"The endless fallen leaves rustle down, while the endless Yangtze River rolls on."
"I am always a guest in a sad autumn thousands of miles away, and I am alone on the stage after suffering from many illnesses for a hundred years."
"My hair has turned gray due to my hardships and bitterness, and I have just stopped drinking."
The voice stopped there.
Ye Tingmu calmed down and recited poems today. He must have recited at least three hundred poems, if not a thousand. His memory was also emptied.
Although there are thousands of poems in our Great Xia, what he praised is just the tip of the iceberg.
But these three hundred poems are also the essence.
The absolute pinnacle.
Each of these poems, if placed in this world, is enough to dominate the literary world.
Liu Bai stopped writing.
Although he had been writing all day, he did not look worried at all.
His old face was still full of vigor.
There was enthusiasm in his eyes and his tone was passionate
"Wonderful, wonderful! If this poem is not a fairy poem, then what kind of poem is it?"
"Xiao Tianhou, continue..."
Ye Tingmu staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He touched his throat and waved his hands.
"No, let me drink some water."
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