Liu Zongyuan!

A famous scholar in the Tang Dynasty and the author of the snake catcher.

Since his failure in the reform in the year of Yongzhen, he has been serving as Sima in Yongzhou Prefecture. The snake catcher said it was during this period.

Liu Bai didn't expect that in this parallel spiritual world, not only snake-catching people, but also Liu Zongyuan existed.

So what happened to this parallel spiritual world?

Seeing Liu Bai suddenly dazed, another thin scholar beside the green robe joked: "If the mountain villagers know Mr. Hedong, my little brother has some knowledge."

"Shame, ashamed, the family is in a decadent state and has to make a living by fishing and hunting."

After coming back to his senses, Liu Bai's eyes blinked and began to talk to others. Anyway, the other party could not check his details. After sighing, he continued: "It's just that he had never stepped into this prosperous place before. Even Mr. Hedong was not sure about his arrival in Yongzhou, and he had no chance to meet him."

"Do you still want to see the sir?" The literati in green robe asked back when he heard this, then raised his eyebrows and said, "This matter is a bit new. What else should I say when I see the sir?"

"If you can see the sir, you will naturally have to invite a pair of calligraphy to go back. You can also read and ponder it every day when fishing and hunting. It would be great if you don't save it as a family heirloom." Liu Bai gave a half-true answer, but in fact, if you really want to see Liu Zongyuan himself, he must find a way to take away something.

Maybe it is a complete ancient spiritual weapon.

The two scholars looked at each other, and each had a little smile in their eyes.

"Although it is a utilitarian word, it can be seen that there are indeed many honest people in the countryside, not like fraud in the court."

The literati in the green robe sighed and said, "It is also your fate to meet us brothers, so follow us and go to see Mr. Hedong."

Go to meet Liu Zongyuan?

True or fake?

A surprise flashed across Liu Bai's eyes, and then he immediately bowed: "Thank you, two scholars."

With two extraordinary literati leading him, Liu Bai naturally didn't have to worry about not being able to enter the city. He walked into Yongzhou with no pennilessness, and his group had a clear goal and went straight to the place where Liu Zongyuan lived.

Longxing Temple!

A... deserted old temple located in the northwest corner of the city.

"Is this Longxing Temple?"

Looking at the mottled and dilapidated temple gate in front of him, Liu Bai didn't expect that the Liu family, the leader of the Hedong gentry, would live in such a small temple.

However, this place is quite consistent with Liu Zongyuan's current situation.

Liu Bai believed that Liu Zongyuan would not be able to afford a property, so he chose to live here, so he was obviously still breathing a sigh of relief.

"The mountain is not high, but if there is an immortal, it will be famous."

"The water is not deep, but if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual."

After chanting two sentences that have been passed down through the ages, Liu Bai subconsciously thought of this sentence. However, although his voice was low, the two scholars standing next to him could hear it clearly.

The mountains are not high, and the water is not deep.

Are you talking about Mr. Hedong and this temple?

Very appropriate!

The two couldn't help but look at Liu Bai for a few more times. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a luster scarf walked out of the temple. After glanced at Liu Bai and the other two, his quiet face showed a little smile: "Who is one of you just now? Is there a dragon or an immortal here?"

"I've met my uncle."

The scribe in Qingshan immediately saluted as soon as he saw the visitor, and then pointed at Liu Bai: "Uncle, it was this little brother who looked at the dilapidated temple gate and felt inspired."

"You?" The middle-aged literati's eyes fell on Liu Bai. After glanced up and down, he nodded and said, "He is a good seedling. Can this article be next?"

Liu Bai would not read all the inscriptions in this humble room, and immediately said, "I have seen the sir, but I just said it casually. There is no follow-up. I don't want to show off my aphasia for a while."

The middle-aged scholar nodded, and without saying anything, he led several people into the temple gate.

The temple gate was dilapidated and the inside was not much better. Then he walked into a wing room. The middle-aged scholar said casually: "You should rest here in the humble room first. Zihou will come back later, and then welcome you."

After the three of them thanked each other, the middle-aged scholar hurriedly left the wing room.

As soon as the elder left, the thin scholar said, "Shen Dao, didn't you say your uncle is in Langzhou?"

The literati of green robe was not clear and guessed that he replied: "Langzhou is not far from here. I think my uncle went to Yongzhou to walk around while idle."

The thin scholar nodded without comment and then began to sort out his own things.

Liu Bai had nothing to be regular, so he sat aside and walked down the mountain for an hour or two. He was so tired now.

After the three of them rested for about half an hour, a little novice monk came outside the wing room: "Several donors, Mr. Hedong is back, please come over."

Finally here!

Hearing this, Liu Bai immediately turned over.

The three of them followed the novice monk to the wing courtyard on the other side. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw someone writing ink on the stone table.

It is the uncle of the scribe in the green robe.

Next to the stone table, another middle-aged man in Sima's court uniform stood.

You don’t have to think about it, it must be Liu Zongyuan.

"Mr. He has met Mr. Hedong."

The three of them came forward to see each other. Liu Zongyuan nodded with a smile, but his eyes quickly returned to the stone table.

Seeing this, Liu Bai looked at the stone table and then looked at the stone table with incredible gazes in both eyes.

This is a humble house, but my virtue is full of virtue.

The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass color enters the curtains...

"This, this"

This is clearly the original text of the Humble House inscription!

How is that possible?

Who knows this world besides itself?

Liu Bai was shocked at this time. After a few glances from the green robe scholar next to him, he couldn't help but be amazed: "Did uncle actually write down the little brother's casual words?"

Write it out?

you do not say!

This is almost finished, just like writing a dictated text.

Liu Bai's mouth moved slightly, and the next moment, a trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed in his eyes.

wrong!

If this was really the era when Liu Zongyuan lived, then someone would have known about the Huo Room Ming.

The man was either someone else, or the original owner of Huo Shiming.

Liu Yuxi!

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Bai turned his body and looked at the green-robed scholar and whispered: "Do you dare to ask your brother, but is his surname Liu?"

Qing Pao nodded ashamed at this time: "Ah, yes, sorry, sorry, I forgot to tell you that I am Liu Tao from Luoyang, and this one I met my friend Li He on the way."

Sure enough, his surname is Liu!

Although Liu Tao's name is Liu Bai, his uncle must be Liu Yuxi.

Um?

etc.

What is the name of a thin scribe?

Li...he?

Poetry ghost Li He?

"I'm not so lucky, aren't I?" Liu Bai suddenly had the illusion of buying a lottery ticket but winning the first prize. He just casually made a conversation at the city gate, and actually met Liu Yuxi's nephew and Li He.

Now I also met Liu Yuxi and Liu Zongyuan.

These people, in Liu Bai's previous life, may have influenced the college entrance examination questions.

In his eyes, it is tantamount to walking true spirits in parallel spiritual worlds.

Just when Liu Bai was so shocked that he almost dropped his chin, the last sentence of Huo Shiming was finally finished.

At the same time, Liu Bai felt a stream of spiritual energy rushing towards his confidant again:
Chapter completed!