Chapter 91
What? Dead?
The tourists were stunned. They looked at the man in shock and asked blankly, "Then why are you alive again?"
The man looked at them. "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you."
Huh? What the hell is going on?
With complicated thoughts in her mind, Yin Lingyue replayed what the man said after she met him in her mind, and a sudden idea suddenly emerged.
She looked up, meeting the man's gaze, and tentatively asked, "Wait, can I ask, are you from the ancient Chinese?"
The moment she finished saying this, the virtual panel in front of her suddenly jumped and a prompt sound suddenly rang out.
Congratulations on triggering the Chang'an City event: Please find at least five poets and collect their corresponding masterpieces. The first person to collect them will receive a mysterious grand prize.
[Note: This task can be completed in a team, with a maximum of 4 people per team.]
As we all know, the rewards for activities in China Paradise are very generous.
Yin Lingyue smiled. After she triggered it, all tourists in Chang'an City received the same message.
"What? Someone triggered an event? I told you, there's nothing in Chang'an City. If you just come in and walk around, it would be too boring."
"Great, great, finally a new event! Looking for poets? And their representative works? What's that?"
"Brother, I see you haven't looked at the pictures Boss Qin posted before. Boss Qin said that many of the ones he posted were poems from before Chinese civilization. There was one that seemed to be written by someone named Li Bai. I was stunned by it when I saw it."
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The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and the man, fanning himself, seemed to hear someone talking about him. He asked with interest, "Are you talking about me?"
The tourists' faces were full of confusion, and they felt that the men were looking at them. The male tourist who had mentioned the poet's name earlier scratched his head.
"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the poet Li Bai." He said honestly, and seemed to have not reacted yet. He wanted to say something, but was immediately hit by his friend next to him.
His friend was anxious, "Are you stupid? Don't you understand what he's saying? Isn't he saying he's Li Bai?"
His friend glared at him with disappointment.
"Ah?" The man uttered a short interjection. Only after his friend reminded him did he realize who the man in white clothes and holding a fan was.
"Li Bai? You're Li Bai?!" His tone was filled with shock, and he almost jumped up. He pointed at Li Bai, his fingers trembling. "Are you the Li Bai who wrote 'Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu'?"
God knows how shocked he was when he saw that poem.
Although I don’t understand the meaning of some words, just by reading it, scenes related to the poem will automatically emerge in my mind.
This is something that other poetry cannot give him.
Just by reading this, one knows that the poet named Li Bai is much more talented in poetry than the other two or three poets he had known before.
So after reading the poems, he had already silently regarded Li Bai as his idol.
As the saying goes, although one is an ancient Chinese and the other is a descendant who knows how many years later, sometimes the relationship between idols and fans, even if they are not in the same period, can be understood as long as they have spiritual communication.
That’s what the man originally thought.
But what he never expected was that he would actually meet his idol in person in China Paradise.
This gave him a huge shock, the level of which was comparable to his boss telling him that he would be promoted and earn a million dollars a year the next day.
What's more, what he didn't expect was that Li Bai was so handsome and young?
He is simply a winner in life!
Seeing the tourists staring at him blankly, and with such a familiar look, Li Bai almost understood what was going on.
He admitted generously: "Yes, I am the Li Bai who wrote "Viewing the Waterfall at Lushan Mountain". I didn't expect that after such a long time of death, there are still people who remember my name. I am lucky."
The tourists fell silent.
He had experienced so much today that he didn't know what to say.
"So you are Li Bai. I have admired your poems for a long time. I didn't expect that when I met you today, you would be so elegant in your words."
As a loyal fan of China Paradise, Yin Lingyue naturally knew Li Bai's name. She looked over curiously and felt that the man looked exactly like the image in her mind.
She had a good memory and silently recited the poem "Viewing the Waterfall at Lushan Mountain" in her mind.
Like the tourist before her, she fell in love with Li Bai’s style of writing poetry the first time she saw his poems at Qin Shengmo’s place, especially the last line of the poem - I wonder if the Milky Way is falling from the sky.
She had never seen anyone compare the waterfall to the Milky Way.
This kind of imagination has the feeling of a writer writing on paper in one go, and there is also a kind of romance in it.
I haven't met the person in person for years, but I can see the creator's character from every word and every detail.
Really, he has such charisma.
Yin Lingyue's eyes were bright and she looked at Li Bai shyly.
A flash of inspiration came to her mind, and she felt around her body. Finding there was nothing she could take out, she gritted her teeth and handed the lantern to the man.
Li Bai raised his eyebrows, "What is this?"
His free hand pointed to the writing brush and ink placed on the stone table next to him. Yin Lingyue looked at him expectantly, "Brother, can you sign your name for me? Just sign it on the lantern."
She pointed to the back of the lantern, which was made of paper. Only the front was painted with the scene of Chang'e flying to the moon. There was nothing on the back, leaving just enough space for her to sign.
No one expected that the little girl could come up with this trick in just over ten seconds. The tourists all looked at her sideways, and some of the tourists who were also holding lanterns became eager to try it.
Li Bai was also a casual person. "Signing is fine. As the first person to ask me, I'll write some poems for you."
He took the lantern, sat on the stone bench next to it, picked up the brush, and was about to dip it in ink, but found that there was no ink on the inkstone.
He paused and turned his head to look at Yin Lingyue, "Would you like to help me grind the ink?"
Yin Lingyue walked to his side, looked at the things on the stone table, and fell into confusion.
"I don't know how to grind ink." She whispered to Li Bai.
Li Bai was very calm, "It's okay, just put the ink stick here, and then add a little water and mix it with the ink stick several times.
He pointed to the inkstone next to him.
Following his instructions, Yin Lingyue placed the flat surface of the ink stick on the inkstone and rotated it clockwise, then added some water to it. After patiently doing this for a while, ink began to appear on it.
You know what, this process is quite stress-relieving.
Yin Lingyue also became interested. She stared at the inkstone and was immersed in it inadvertently. When she came to her senses, she heard the man next to her had stopped writing.
"Okay." Li Bai blew on the paper and returned the lantern to her.
Yin Lingyue saw that the paper was filled with densely packed words in a complicated font, but the moment she saw it, the virtual panel translated it directly.
Li Bai wrote two poems, one is the "Viewing the Waterfall at Lushan Mountain" mentioned earlier, and the other is a poem that has never been seen before.
Yin Lingyue slowly read out the name of the poem.
The Hard Road to Travel (Part 1)
She read word by word with complete concentration, completely unaware that everything around her had fallen silent. Other tourists held their breath and listened carefully to her slowly reciting the poem.
"A golden cup of clear wine, ten thousand..."
The girl's voice was clear and crisp, and as soon as it came out, it brought everyone into the poetry.
The whole courtyard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The whole poem is not very long, and it only takes one minute to finish. Everyone listened carefully, and when they heard the last sentence "Set sail and cross the vast ocean", they were instantly excited.
"Even though I don't know what it means, just by listening to it I feel that the last few sentences are very essential."
"I don't know +1, but I just think it's so awesome!!!! I'm so excited to hear it!"
"I'm hearing this for the first time. What a beautiful poem! Is this the power of Li Bai? Brother, can you write one for me too?"
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As the tourists talked, they turned their attention back to Li Bai, who was leaning against the stone table.
They gathered around him and handed over their lanterns in a subtle and reserved manner.
Those who didn't buy lanterns also squatted over. They were not ashamed and wanted the famous poet to leave his handwriting on their clothes.
Although Li Bai had an easy-going personality, he was not willing to write for just anyone.
Especially now when there is nothing around.
He looked around the courtyard and found that there was nothing here except the brush, so he sighed helplessly.
“Life is boring without wine.”
I don't even have the energy to write.
Seeing that he was weak, Yin Lingyue subconsciously asked: "What should we do?"
"This matter is naturally easy to handle." Just as she said this, Li Bai, who was originally lying on the stone table, instantly straightened his back.
His eyes were bright, with a hint of cunning in them.
"How about this? Who of you buys me a pot of wine? I'll write for whoever gives it to me first. You know, my original works are very precious. Bribing me with just a pot of wine is a very good deal."
He shook the fan in his hand. Ever since Yin Lingyue triggered the event, a lot of things appeared in his mind for some reason. After receiving all the information, he understood that he, who had already died, was summoned here by a girl.
He lived, but not fully.
But he, who has all the memories of his life, is very grateful to the Creator.
At least he can still drink his favorite wine now.
The thought of wine made him feel energized.
He looked at the tourists and decided to give them another dose of strong medicine.
"Well, since I can't write down everyone's name, the rules have been changed. Only the first ten people who bought the wine will be given a name. Good luck to everyone." He said with a smile.
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