"Oh, why did you say that?" Lu Yi looked curious.

"Young people today are rare to have the experience of you." The old man said: "Young people today are all focused on money, so what else can they know about practice."

"Actually, young people are pretty good now." Lu Yi said: "After all, society is different, and young people are under great pressure. Like a young man without a background, he wants to gain a foothold in the city, he can only work hard to make money. If he has no house or money, he will not even find a girlfriend."

"Oh, the young people nowadays are indeed suffering." The old man sighed.

"Uncle, may I ask Gui Geng?" Lu Yi said curiously.

"I'm ninety-eight this year."

"Ninety-eight?" Lu Yi was shocked, looked at the old man seriously, and smiled, "The old man is in such a good health."

"If you have a young mindset and physical condition, you will be younger, but you can't compare to your young people." The old man smiled and said, "Huashan is a good place. I will come to climb once a week."

"Uncle is very familiar with Huashan?"

"It's okay." The old man pointed to a lonely peak in the distance: "Did you see that mountain?"

"Um."

"The great poet Li Bai was there, and he bid farewell to his friend Danqiuzi. I heard that Danqiuzi is still an expert in enlightenment. Unfortunately, the mountain is too dangerous and has not been developed so far."

Lu Yi turned his head and looked at it. The lonely peak was like a divine sword, penetrated into the sky.

"Uncle, you remember correctly, I heard that Li Bai was a friend who saw him farewell at this Beifeng."

"Young man, you don't know. This is to develop tourism. They are promoting the public that Li Bai wrote the poem on this Beifeng, but Li Bai did come here before, and that lonely peak is also one of the Beifeng."

"How do you know so clearly, uncle?"

"My home is at the foot of Mount Hua, and my ancestors have always lived here, so I know it better than others."

I see.

The old man stood up, patted his knees, and smiled and said, "Young man, I'll go first, I'll go somewhere else to see the scenery."

"Goodbye, uncle."

"goodbye."

The old man walked away, Lu Yi sat on the mountain peak, looking at the lonely peak not far away, his eyes moved, and he jumped while the tourists were not paying attention.

The wind whistles in my ears.

This feeling is so good.

Lu Yi's body fell rapidly in the clouds and mist. After three or four minutes, he finally reached the bottom of the cliff.

"Swoosh!"

He was as fast as the wind, and he flashed a few times and reached the foot of the lonely peak.

Looking up, the lonely peak was as straight as a cloud, with no grass growing on it, like a sword stuck on the ground.

"Li Bai has climbed this peak?" Lu Yi couldn't help but wonder, this lonely peak is too dangerous, can Li Bai go up?

Suddenly, he thought of "The Legend of the Warriors".

"Li Bai is not only a great poet, but also a peerless swordsman. With his cultivation level, he is not allowed to go there." Thinking of this, Lu Yi decided to go to the top of the peak to take a look.

If someone is here, he will definitely be shocked, because Lu Yi is like a sensitive ape, climbing up quickly on the cliff.

His speed is very fast.

The cliff is as smooth as a mirror, but it is hard to stop Lu Yi, he is as if he is walking on flat ground.

Ten minutes later.

Lu Yi came to the top of the peak.

The fragrance of flowers.

It is the blooming peach blossoms that come to your eyes.

Around the surroundings, clouds and mists are floating.

It sets up here like a fairyland.

Lu Yi walked forward a few steps, and a pool with a diameter of about two meters is now in his eyes. Next to the pool, there was a stone tablet with the three big words "Washing Pen Pool".

The handwriting is made of silver and iron hooks, but it gives people a feeling of naiveness. It is obvious that it is from the hands of the master of calligraphy. Looking down, the signature is Danqiuzi.

"This is not the place where the poet's pen washes, right?" Lu Yi was shocked.

When I looked again, there was a line of small words engraved on the back of the stele: In the third year of Tianbao, I and Taibai stayed here for three months. After each poem, I washed my pen with a pond. This white is forty-four, Danqiuzi.

Sure enough, this is really the place where Li Bai finished writing the poem and washed his pen.

The Immortal not only came here, but also stayed with his friend Danqiuzi for three months again. At that time, Li Bai was only forty-four years old.

"This Danqiuzi is not an ordinary person, but a Taoist master." Lu Yi exclaimed.

He felt a sense of Taoist rhyme from the handwriting on the stone tablet.

Leaving the pen washing pond, Lu Yi continued to walk forward. After a while, a peach forest appeared in front of him.

There is a stone wall in the forest.

On the stone wall, there is a poem engraved:

How magnificent is the Western Mountain? The Yellow River comes from the sky like a silk thread.

The Yellow River moves thousands of miles away from the mountains, and the vortex hub turns into Qin landmines.

The glory is still colorful, and the saints are there for thousands of years.

The giant spirit roared and broke two mountains, and the waves blew arrows shot into the East China Sea.

...

The star jade girl is ready to sweep her body, and Ma Gu scratches her back and fingers and claws.

My emperor held the heaven and earth doors, and Danqiu talked about the heaven and the heavenly words.

The ninth level of entry and exit brings glory, and the east comes Penglai and return to the west.

If the jade juice is favored by old friends, ride two dragons and fly into the sky.

It is the full text of Li Bai's poem "Song of the West Mountain Yuntai Sends Danqiuzi".

The whole poem is carved with a sword on the stone tablet, and it is completed in one go. Lu Yi stared at the stone wall, and golden light flashed in his eyes. His eyes seemed to travel through time and space, and he saw a spectacular scene.

Li Bai and Danqiu Sheng stood on this mountain peak, watching the Yellow River winding from the sky like a gossip, rushing thousands of miles, directly into the East China Sea. They talked about the way of heaven and earth, rode dragons into the ninth level of heaven, and even the gods greeted them when they saw them.

"It is not only a peerless poetic immortal, but also a sword immortal. It is your courage that has made the prosperous Tang Dynasty." Lu Yi was impressed and sat cross-legged in front of the stone wall.

Although this is a poem, the lines are filled with Li Bai's free and easy sword intent.

Lu Yi's serious insights.

"clank……"

Soon, a majestic sword intent appeared on Lu Yi's body.

This sword intent is different from what he used to be, and it is solid, as if it was a cloud, floating and unrestrained, but this sword intent is very free and easy.

Lu Yi's body smelled like a dusty smell.

This seat lasted for a whole month.

Lu Yi stayed at the top of the peak for a month. He sat here motionless no matter whether it was sunny or rainy. After a month, he finally opened his eyes.

"No wonder He Zhizhang once said that you were a god who was demoted to the world and was well-known." Lu Yi sighed.

This month, he fully realized Li Bai's sword intent from this poem.

"Thank you!" Lu Yi stood up and bowed deeply to the stone wall.

But at this moment, with a "boom", the stone tablet turned into powder.

"This..." Lu Yi was surprised, but after a while, he seemed to have figured out something again and said with a smile: "Senior Poetry Fairy, don't worry, your swordsmanship will be like your poems for thousands of years."

After saying that, Lu Yi turned around and left the mountain.

He is going to the next stop.
Chapter completed!