Chapter 1739
"I'm sorry, old man."
Chen Hao did have many questions to ask, so he agreed happily.
At the banquet, the white-haired old man picked up the wine glass, stood up and bent down:
"Mr. Chen, Miss Leng, I'm going to wish you a cup."
The white-haired old man had an unfathomable cultivation and was so enthusiastic and friendly. Chen Hao and Leng Qingyue both hurriedly got up and clinked glasses with the white-haired old man.
After drinking, the white-haired old man took the initiative to speak:
"Mr. Chen has anything to ask, just ask, I will know everything."
Chen Hao was not polite, and asked directly:
"What kind of person is Li Taibai?"
The white-haired old man raised his head and drank another glass of wine, as if he was a little overwhelmed with alcohol, and his eyes were drunk:
"In Mr. Chen's perception, what kind of person is Taibai Xianren?"
Facing the white-haired old man's replies, Chen Hao answered truthfully:
"A romantic literary man, unparalleled in talent, unyielding indomitable spirit, and amazing."
The old man with white hair had a more obvious drunken state on his face, shook his head, and in a trance, he seemed to have traveled through time and space, and returned to more than 1,300 years ago, and met Taibai Immortal again:
"Rich, amazing, these are indeed the two words that are most suitable for Taibai Immortal."
The white-haired old man picked up the wine glass and drank it all again, stood up, and his figure swayed:
"About 1,300 years ago, I was a rural urchin. I only knew how to catch cats and dogs, catch crickets in the grass, and climb trees and dig bird nests. If there were no accidents, I would have spent my whole life in a barren countryside."
"But that day, when I was digging a bird's nest on a big tree, I saw a fairy light passing by in the sky."
"The fairy light crossed the sky like a meteor, and finally fell in front of me."
"When the fairy light dissipated, I saw a man wearing white clothes, an ancient sword hanging on his waist, a high-cannon belt, and a wine pot in his hand."
"No! He should not be called a human being, he is an immortal! He is an exiled immortal who has been exiled to the mortal world!"
The old man with white hair raised his glass again when he said that he had risen, but there was no wine in the glass. He simply grabbed the wine pot and slapped his head and drank it, then danced, as if describing the luckiest thing in his life:
"I never dreamed that I, a rural naughty boy, could actually see the exiled immortal in this life."
"The most important thing is that the exiled immortal looked at me with a smile and asked me if I would like to follow him to practice."
"I was shocked at that time and couldn't say anything. After a while, I nodded in a hurry."
"In this way, I became the entrusted immortal's follower. Later, I learned that the entrusted immortal's surname was Li Bai's name, Bai's name, and the name was Taibai. I like to call myself Qinglian layman. I came from the origin of the human race. It was a blue planet. I also knew that this entrusted immortal had both outstanding poems and swords, and could fight with wine and dance with one sword."
"After three years of staying in Cangyuexing, I became a poetic sword immortal who believed in countless creatures in Cangyuexing. I was promoted from a follower of a banished immortal to a book boy of a banished immortal. At the same time, I was enlightened by a banished immortal. Not only did I embark on the path of cultivation, but my cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds. In just three years, I became a young genius who became famous in Cangyuexing."
"only……"
The white-haired old man suddenly stopped drinking and no longer danced excitedly. His sleepy eyes returned to the clear light in an instant. His old face, which was originally full of excitement, was now full of loneliness and regret:
"Three years later, the Taibai Immortal left Cangyuexing, leaving only countless poems with outstanding literary talent and a legend with unparalleled poetry and swords, and a stunning and romantic legend."
The white-haired old man put the empty wine pot back on the table and sat dejectedly on the stool:
"The Taibai Immortal descended to Cangyue Star like a meteor, illuminating the chaos and darkness of Cangyue Star, stunning the years and leaving unparalleled romantic feelings, but at the same time he also hurried away without leaving any traces or clues, as if he had never come to Cangyue Star."
Chen Hao was stunned after hearing this.
On the way to the banquet with the white-haired old man, Chen Hao had already made psychological construction - Li Taibai may be really a monk, and his cultivation is not weak.
But now, the white-haired old man’s description of Li Taibai is still beyond his expectations!
Li Taibai's cultivation seems to be as simple as not weak!
Li Taibai seems to be a super powerful person who surpassed the Immortal Emperor and jumped out of the other shore?
Chen Hao's head was buzzing, and he began to wonder again whether the Taibai Immortal in the mouth of the old man with the white hair was the Tang Dynasty poetic immortal he knew.
"Old man, has that Taibai Xian tell you about him in the place of origin?"
Chen Hao asked a question intentatively.
The white-haired old man glanced at Chen Hao and squeezed out a smile:
"The Taibai Immortal once said that if people from the origin of later generations came here, they would definitely doubt life. The Taibai Immortal's prophecy came true."
Hearing this, Chen Hao actually believed that Taibai Immortal was the poetic immortal he knew, and his expression was a little embarrassed.
But the white-haired old man continued to answer Chen Hao's question:
"Taibai Immortal was born in Qinglian Township. His ancestors moved to Suiye, and later his father fled to Qingshu."
"When Taibai Immortal was fifteen years old, he had written many poems. He lived in seclusion in Dakuangshan at the age of eighteen, and left Qingshu at the age of twenty-five. Later, he also experienced ups and downs in his life such as becoming an official in the court and being demoted from Beijing..."
"Is this enough to convince Mr. Chen that Taibai Immortal is the ancient poetic immortal known to Mr. Chen?"
Chen Hao loved literature in middle school and especially admired Li Taibai. He knew much about Li Taibai's life.
What the white-haired old man said just now is almost exactly the same as what he learned about Taibai’s life.
This can be completely proved that the exiled immortal of Taibai and Cang Yuexing's poetry sword immortal were the poetic immortal Li Bai whom he once loved deeply!
“Incredible, incredible!”
Chen Hao exclaimed, and suddenly understood a lot in an instant:
"Killing one person in ten steps and not leaving a thousand miles is not Li Bai's imagination, but what Li Bai can really do, or what Li Bai has done!"
"It should be that the immortal is drunk and crushing the white clouds randomly. This is not Li Bai's romanticism, but an ordinary thing that Li Bai can do casually. Li Bai himself is a immortal!"
"Also, the White Jade Capital in the sky, the twelfth floor and the five cities... the immortals caress my head, and they will be born and live forever..."
"These verses with superb imagination are not Li Bai's romantic fantasies, but things that Li Bai has done, seen, and experienced by himself!"
"Li Bai was a real exiled immortal, so these poems make sense!"
The only question is, if Li Bai really had a strong cultivation level and was a banished immortal in this world, why would he enter the court to become an official career and be demoted to experience the ups and downs of the world?
"Immortal Taibai once said when he was drunk that when he was a young man, he encountered a bottleneck in his practice not long after. Therefore, he entered the world and experienced the world, walked through the world, and experienced the lives of all living beings, so as to break through the bottleneck."
The white-haired old man answered Chen Hao's final doubts.
"So that's it, so that's it!"
Chen Hao was very excited and then asked the last one, and his most concerned question at the moment:
Chapter completed!