Volume 1, Chapter 269, Source of the Poem.
The two sat opposite each other.
He was always used to keeping his posture dignified when talking to these important people.
Firstly, it is a respect for the other party, and secondly, it allows you to avoid making any mistakes and pretend that you are also very sophisticated.
It was like this when I talked with Dongfang Shuo, and it was also like this with Liu Bai in front of me.
He picked up the tea that Liu Bai had just poured for him.
A light sniff, a familiar feeling.
He drank it all in one gulp, and a figure flashed through his mind.
"I've had this tea before."
Liu Bai smiled.
"This tea was given to me by someone else."
"Senior Dongfang."
"Exactly."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows, as expected.
He looked a little lost because he was thinking about something bad.
Seeing this, Liu Bai subconsciously shook his head. He also felt bad that his old friend had passed away.
But at his age, he is not that sensitive anymore.
"Little Tianhou, you have a good sister. I envy you."
Come back to your senses from some sadness.
Ye Tingmu shrugged.
"Dean, you are wrong. To be precise, I have three good sisters." At this point, he paused, raised his eyebrows again, and said proudly, "Of course, I also have two good brothers."
"Hahahaha...that little Tianhou is really lucky."
"God has blessed them and sent them to me."
He sighed as he looked at the dome.
Then he looked at Liu Bai and asked, "I wonder why the senior asked me to come here alone?"
Liu Bai still sat upright, squinting his kind eyes.
"Nothing else, but there's one thing that's very strange. I've thought about it over and over, but I still can't figure it out. So I want to ask Xiao Tianhou, and let Xiao Tianhou help me solve this puzzle."
"Can you help me?" Ye Tingmu replied in surprise, his eyes full of confusion.
As a great literary saint, you asked me to help you solve your doubts. I am really honored.
"That's right." Liu Bai nodded, his expression becoming more solemn, and it seemed that he was not joking.
Ye Tingmu spoke frankly.
"Actually, I have a question that I'd like to ask you, Senior. If you don't mind, we can talk about it. Don't worry, if I know the answer, I'll tell you everything!"
When Liu Bai heard this, he became interested.
"Oh, this is interesting. Who do you think should speak first, Xiao Tianhou or I?"
Ye Tingmu made a gesture of invitation.
"Since the seniors are both virtuous and elders, they should come first, right?"
Liu Bai smiled, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.
Is he of high moral character and seniority?
Quite humble.
"Okay, I won't be so hypocritical."
"Dean, please feel free to say it."
Liu Bai in front of him was always sitting upright.
Although he has a head of flowing white hair.
But the words were full of energy.
"I have a disciple named Li Changling, who once got a poem from Xiao Tianhou in Beimang."
When he said this, a golden light flashed in his eyes.
Then a piece of paper suddenly floated up from the bookshelf, and then slowly floated towards the long table between the two of them.
Finally settled.
It magically spreads out automatically on the table.
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but think that there was something to be said for controlling objects with Qi.
The handwriting on the paper in front of me was very familiar, it was written by my own hand.
Liu Bai continued, "Little Tianhou, please take a look. Is this the poem?"
Ye Tingmu was curious why the other party wanted to take out his own poem.
Could it be...?
He asked, "Is this really written by me?"
After hearing this, Liu Bai continued to ask, "Then is this poem written by you, my friend?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu did not want to hide it. He said that he wrote it just to show off and to embarrass Chao Yu.
Moreover, he did have something to ask the other party, and the other party's asking meant that he had doubts, and he didn't want to tell a lie.
He said bluntly: "To be honest, Dean, I didn't write this poem."
Liu Baibai's brows tightened.
“No wonder…”
"I don't know why the dean asked this question. Could it be that the dean has seen this poem?"
Liu Bai's brows were locked even tighter.
He did not answer Ye Tingmu's question. It was unknown whether he did not hear it or did it on purpose.
Anyway, Ye Tingmu only knew that at this moment, Liu Bai's old, chicken-bone-covered face was filled with solemnity and sorrow.
Instead of answering, he asked, "Can you tell me who wrote this poem? Is it the Li Bai you mentioned above? Or where did you see it?"
Ye Tingmu swallowed his saliva.
Since Liu Bai in front of us can ask such a question, we can first rule out the possibility that he is a time traveler.
It is also certain that Liu Bai had seen this poem.
Otherwise he wouldn't ask like this.
"That was also compiled by the younger generation, but Li Bai really existed and was once known as the Immortal Poet."
"But I don't know whether Li Bai is from Changhe, and the poem above was not written by Li Bai."
“This poem is not just one poem, but is made up of two.”
After listening to this, Liu Bai's expression gradually became excited.
"Sure enough, I knew that everything was true..."
His face was sometimes excited, sometimes happy, and even had a bit of invisible madness.
"May I ask, Dean, what's wrong with you? Have you also seen this poem?"
Now he was just curious about where the other party had seen these poems.
This concerns the secret of his own time travel.
And he was sure that he had seen Liu Bai in front of him.
Liu Bian focused his eyes on him and said solemnly, "To be honest, I have indeed seen it before, but I can't remember it clearly. However, I remember this sentence, floating in the heaven and earth, very clearly and I dare not forget it at all."
He said this and took a breath.
He continued, “I have always thought that all this was just my imagination, an illusion that appeared after enlightenment. It was not until I saw Xiao Tianhou’s poem that I realized that the nothingness in my enlightenment must exist.”
"Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence in the world? You and I have seen the same poem."
Having said this, Ye Tingmu could no longer sit still.
Wow, this old guy really saw it. And he saw it in an epiphany.
What the hell is this? Can this old man communicate with Blue Star?
In other words, the place where he is now belongs to the same sea of stars as Blue Star.
How could he not be shocked?
But at this time, Liu Bai's voice had not yet fallen.
He continued, "Little Tianhou, could you tell me where you saw this poem?"
Ye Tingmu took a deep breath.
How can I tell you this? Saying that I have traveled through time is definitely not an option. I’m afraid that Liu Bai in front of me doesn’t even understand the true meaning of the word time travel.
What else can I do? I can only make it up.
You talk about enlightenment, then I will talk about dreams.
He straightened his body and adjusted his breathing which had become heavy due to exclamation.
He said, "Dean, I also saw this poem in my dream, and Li Bai and... other people also appeared in my dream. I can't remember all of them, so I picked a few and memorized them."
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