Volume 2, Chapter 87: The Sage of Literature Ascends to Heaven.
Liu Bai looked up at the sky.
Snowflakes fluttered down.
It passed over his gray eyebrows and fell to the ground.
The sky is vast.
His eyes were also vague.
Looking back a thousand years ago, he was a hesitant and frustrated young man.
The boy loves reading, almost like an obsession.
He liked it when he was young and he still liked it when he was middle-aged.
He murmured.
"I remember it snowed that day too."
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, adding a few more wrinkles to his already wrinkled face.
But this time, he did so with a smile.
“You like reading.”
"Your Majesty, yes."
"If I asked you to enter the Sutra Library and copy all the books in the world for me, would you be willing?"
"I am willing."
It was also that time that changed the course of his destiny.
He became a saint and lived for a thousand years.
He is not afraid of death.
He won't live long.
He has lived for more than 1,600 years, so how many years does he have left to live?
His life went from being ordinary to the peak because of an opportunity, and this opportunity was given to him by that man.
The emperor of the Chao family.
The luckiest thing in a scholar's life is to meet a mentor and be loyal to him.
He has read all the books in the world and witnessed the prosperity of the world.
Everyone says he is approachable.
But no one knows.
Only those who have suffered from the cold stare of the world will understand how to be approachable.
Soon, there was a book in his hand.
The book is thick and contains 520 poems copied from ancient books.
They were all read by Ye Tingmu and copied by him personally.
He stroked it gently with his withered hands and shifted his gaze to look at the battlefield in the distance, where a ball of thunder and lightning was howling.
He spoke softly.
Said a word from the book.
"I will devote my life to this cause until my death. I have no final words."
He slowly closed his eyes. It was time to hand over the future of Kyushu to the younger generations to protect.
After all, he is old, and all his old friends who were born in the same era as him have passed away, leaving only him.
To use the words in the book, that is (old friends are withering away one after another, like leaves falling in the wind).
It's time for him to go.
He slowly closed his eyes.
"Your Majesty, I will go find you and answer your call."
A white light lingers.
A strange light appeared around Liu Bai's body.
After a while.
It seemed as if a white crane's shadow flew out from his body.
I went around this place three times.
Then it went up into the sky.
Only the cry of a crane remains, echoing in the deep blue sea and the ears of the sea feng.
The two of them had cold eyes, but they couldn't hide the throbbing in their hearts.
At the last moment.
Liu Bai chose himself and ended his own fate.
It ended his brilliant and prosperous life.
What is a scholar? Perhaps this is what a scholar is.
Even if I die, I must die with dignity.
Not like them.
Even if I die, I will choose to die in battle and fight until the last moment.
The two ways of dying are actually two high levels of realm.
People who read don’t believe in fate.
Mistakenly believing you can control everything.
But scholars just believe in destiny.
It is destiny.
Why struggle?
This is Liu Bai.
He could die, and he knew that he would die today.
Therefore, he chose this way of death.
The two were silent.
No words.
He just bowed to Liu Bai's body in front of him.
"The deep blue sea respectfully sends the Saint Wen to heaven!"
"Cang Hai Feng respectfully sends the Sage of Literature to heaven!!"
“Boom…”
A bell rang from Sage Peak.
Echoing between heaven and earth.
The crowd looked up.
The white crane bathed in the wind and snow and flapped its wings slowly.
The faith of the literati in Kyushu disappeared at this moment.
The death of the literary saint.
People who study in the nine provinces weep.
Wait until Canghai Shenlan and the other one left.
The students of Zhulu Academy were sad.
Recite to the sky.
Nangong Yan and Nangong Tian also knelt down at this moment.
He bowed deeply in the direction of Zhulu Academy.
Everyone who was still fighting stopped at the same time.
Zhang He looked at the crane above the clouds.
He said in a loud voice: "Farewell to the Sage of Literature, may he attain the Tao and become an immortal."
The immortal he was talking about was not that immortal.
But another kind of immortal.
At this time, no matter they were enemies or friends, all those who were educated would kneel down and worship the heaven or perform the ritual of saluting.
They were paying tribute, giving Liu Bai the highest tribute.
Although he is dead, his name will live on through the ages.
This should be the highest realm pursued by scholars.
The bells at Sage Peak stopped ringing.
Then the bell of Zhulu Academy rang.
Ye Tingmu took a deep breath and calmed the anger in his eyes.
Recalling the conversations with Liu Bai.
The old man was not arrogant, he just had a head full of white hair.
His thirst for knowledge is always like that of a child.
Learning has no end, and life is full of pursuit.
Eat books and be open-minded about the world.
Such people are rare in the world.
His existence is a miracle.
After his death, his name will be recorded in history and will eventually become a legend.
It should be the green and the sound of the morning.
The ancient temple rings the bell.
One is empty, the other is Fusong.
In the heart, the heart ends!!
A heavy feeling accompanied by the rich sound of bells permeated the space between heaven and earth.
Everywhere.
The gloomy sky became even darker at this moment.
The snow is still falling.
Because of Liu Bai's death, the war fell into a brief ceasefire.
Both sides stopped fighting at the same time.
Stand on both sides.
The saints stood in the air.
They were full of fear of each other.
On the ground.
The eight giant beasts crushed the enemy with ease and had already reached the foot of the ancestral peak.
King Wu was covered in blood and forced to join the war.
Feng He came to Ye Tingmu's side.
Called out.
"elder brother!"
Looking at the big boy in front of her, her eyes were slightly red.
Ye Tingmu patted his shoulder with a gentle smile on his face.
"Go back, you little bastard!"
Feng He scratched his head.
"Can I still fight?"
Ye Tingmu said: "I know you can fight, but your brothers and sisters can't be alone."
Feng He wanted to say something but stopped himself.
He wanted to tell Ye Tingmu about watching chess, but in the end he didn't say a word.
He nodded.
Said: "Okay, then I will go back and watch them, brother, you must be careful."
"rest assured!"
The tacit understanding of stopping foreshadows that what will happen next will be even more tragic.
Liu Bai's death undoubtedly added fuel to the fire in everyone's hearts.
The same is true for Ye Tingmu.
He turned into thunder and raised it lightly.
The sword pointed directly at the saints in front of him.
It was different from the tenderness he showed towards Feng He just now.
His tone became even colder at this time.
"Come on, keep going!"
For both sides, there is no possibility of giving up in today's battle.
The only result is the utter destruction of the other side.
Two figures shot out from the sky.
Then it came to Canghai Xiao and hung in the air.
The arrival of the two made Ye Tingmu's brows even more solemn.
The strength of the two people emerged before his eyes, the female was at the ninth level of Sainthood.
The eighth level of the saint realm for men.
They are all top masters.
I think it was Liu Bai who was killed by the two of them.
Canghai Xiao even bowed to the woman.
Shouted.
"Royal sister!"
The solemnity in Ye Tingmu's heart increased by three points.
He has read the information about the Saint Canghai.
Tianhai Hou Canghaixiao has only one sister, and that is Canghai Shenlan.
Rumor has it that she is the daughter of the sea.
It can cause huge waves.
It ranks second in strength in the Canghai Empire.
An absolute top master.
Liu Bai died at her hands, and his death was not unjust.
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