Of course, Liu Qiao was not polite and invited his friends to join him for a banquet and drinks. For a moment, the guests and hosts exchanged glasses.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
In the blink of an eye, everyone didn't realize that it was past midnight. After the banquet, the atmosphere was still so lively.
Liu Qiao even waved his hand and ordered the shopkeeper to bring a pen. The famous song "Jian Jin Jiu" was born in such a lively atmosphere. The madness and arrogance in the book are still surprising when reading it today.
Liu Qiao was filled with great pride. As soon as the poem came out, the atmosphere was like a burning fire cooking oil, and the bright platform was as spotless as a bright mirror.
After the banquet dispersed, Liu Qiao walked towards the guest room with light steps. On the way, he inexplicably fell into deep thought while looking at the silver moon hanging in the sky.
"I seem to have forgotten something? Is there anything in the distant sky that I miss?"
Liu Qiao looked in the direction of the Moon Palace and was lost in thought. He was studious and couldn't think of anything for a long time, so he returned to the guest room.
But at the moment when he fell asleep, the saints in his body were still radiating radiance.
Heaven.
Liu Qiao, who was hanging high in the cave with his five hearts facing the sky and swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, felt that he was missing something.
Liu Qiao had an inexplicable feeling that something was wrong. With his cultivation level reaching the level of his cultivation, every whim would definitely not be unprovoked.
Liu Qiao looked internally at all the heavenly acupoints in his body, and since he reached the level of the leader of the cult, he has been able to take a macro view of history.
Liu Qiao found that the time period he experienced seemed to be missing. His memory of this period was hazy and unreal.
Liu Qiao tried hard to recall what happened during this period, and Tiandao sensed it and gave him feedback.
Liu Qiao's eyes widened, and a cold light shone in his eyes. A third of unknown anger secretly rose in his heart, but facing the way of heaven, he could only suppress the anger in his heart.
Liu Qiao knew in his heart that he must have forgotten something. He practiced silently as usual, and then secretly investigated what happened in the lower realm.
After careful investigation, he really found some clues. Various clues showed that he had an intersection with a very familiar historical figure in his previous life.
"Li Bai, Taibai Jinxing.
"Liu Qiao kept reciting these two names silently, and calculated some things based on the innate gossip.
"The hidden dragon comes out of the abyss. Good luck!" Liu Qiao worriedly counted it three times, but it was still the same.
The mottled copper coins in his hand were returned to the universe, and it was obviously beyond the scope of his control at this time. Since there was no harm at all, he simply waited and watched what happened.
In the lower world, the sun is rising.
Liu Qiao, still looking drunk and hazy, packed up his passing expenses and asked the waiter to bring his fast horse.
Carrying a few wisps of light wind, we traveled to a valley.
Liu Qiao exchanged the BMW in his hand for some banknotes and went on a sightseeing trip with no purpose.
Seeing the beautiful scenery of the valley in the distance, I called to the boatman to take a small boat and go away. The boat was like a sharp sword, parting the calm water.
During the rippling blue waves, Liu Qiao felt that his heart was extremely light and joyful, and he vaguely realized something, and it was fleeting.
Liu Qiao's mood became peaceful. At night, the stars were accompanied by the breeze and he lay on the wooden boat. In the distant mountains, the sound of apes could be heard faintly.
Liu Qiao asked with a smile, and the boatman on the side said: "Old man, what do you think the meaning of life is?"
The boatman parked the ship with his rough hands, his crotched figure bearing the pressure of life. He looked into the distance with a hoarse voice and said, "Sir, you are making things difficult for me."
"I just make a living by rowing a boat. Unlike you scholars, I can't tell you any great truths."
There was confusion in the boatman's cloudy eyes. The burden of life had weighed him down so much that he couldn't breathe. For him, thinking about this problem was not as practical as carrying a few more people.
Without saying a word, Liu Qiao took out a few banknotes and handed them to the boatman. "Old man, since there is no one around now, how about you relieve your boredom?"
The boatman's eyes clearly showed rejection and fear. He just thought about his mother, wife and children at home, and his refusing hands stopped in mid-air.
Liu Qiao stuffed the banknote into the boatman's arms and said, "For me, it's just the price of a few drinks."
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The boatman let out a long sigh and put the money away fearfully. "Young man, I'd like to thank you here!"
Having said that, he bowed down to make a great salute.
Liu Qiao quickly helped the boatman up, and the two started chatting.
Liu Qiao has lived a fine life since he was a child, so naturally he has never seen these people living a life that comes and goes through wind and rain just for three or four taels of money.
Liu Qiao patiently listened to the boatman's old man's short life, and the two of them seemed to be talking to each other from different worlds that night.
Liu Qiao nodded frequently and thoughtfully because of the old man's surprising words from time to time.
The old man has been involved in rivers and lakes since he was a child. This wooden boat has been passed down from three generations of ancestors. It is the capital of the boatman's family and his family. He has been through thick and thin, and has seen many strange people and strange things.
Liu Qiao looked at the old man and said to him proudly: "Back then, I also saw immortals. Those immortals raised their hands to call for wind and rain, and their breath was like thunder."
Liu Qiao saw that the old man's wrinkled face showed a bit of youthfulness when he said this, and his eyes were full of admiration and envy.
Although Liu Qiao had extraordinary martial arts skills, he still admired the immortal in his heart when he heard the old man wave his hands to control the wind and thunder and exhale into mist.
He himself had read many secret volumes of sects and texts, and the two of them talked all night about stories about rivers and lakes.
When both of them felt a little sleepy, the sky was already dark. The two of them were surprised to find that it was almost the time when the sun was rising.
The old man put away the smile on his face and rowed again.
Liu Qiao felt slightly sleepy and took advantage of the swing of the boat to fall asleep.
Three hours later, the ship docked.
Liu Qiao looked at the refreshing scenery in front of him and came to the tavern with great interest.
For Liu Qiao, the most important things in any place he visits are cultural things and good wine. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as being addicted to wine.
The peach trees on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were in full bloom. After Liu Qiao became famous all over the world, there were people all over the world who supported him.
The name of the Immortal Poet is famous all over Kyoto.
Peach blossoms were scorching on both sides of the shore. Liu Qiao, with jade on his waist and a delicate face, strode forward.
The dignitaries who had already heard the news about Liu Qiao gathered on the shore to wait. After another banquet, Liu Qiao suddenly wanted to take a night trip to the river.
Liu Qiao looked at the bright moon in the sky from a distance and felt it was so poetic. He drunkenly looked at the bright moon in the water.
Liu Qiao became interested and reached out to fish it out. The water surface broke, reflecting mottled shadows.
Liu Qiao just threw himself into the river drunkenly. The surface of the river broke into several pieces, and Liu Qiao disappeared in an instant.
Since then, there has been no bright sun in the poetry world of the Tang Dynasty. In the long river of history, it has left various confusing endings.
Just when Liu Qiao sank into the bottom of the river and the Chinese Valentine's Day smoke disappeared, a ray of golden light flashed out from his soul.
Liu Qiao, who was in retreat in Tiangong, suddenly had a lot of life and insights. From the time when the man named "Li Bai" was born, all the circumstances were clear, and they flashed by like a horse.
After reviewing all his experiences, Liu Qiao was surprised to find that he was one step closer to enlightenment.
Somewhere unknown, several people were holding their beards and looking at Liu Qiao in the mirror and laughing, as if they were celebrating something.
Liu Qiao thought over and over again and understood that as long as he combined the identity timelines of the three timelines of the past, present, and future, he could become a chess player and comprehend the Great Way to Heaven while sitting in the chaos.
After understanding this, Liu Qiao became more and more active in the matter of descending to the world of mortals to refine his heart. When an identity is successfully consolidated, his own path will be more perfect.
When everyone was making their own plans in an undercurrent, Lingshan had already changed beyond recognition.
Tathagata Buddha has secretly controlled everything up and down the Lingshan Mountain, and his own cultivation has already returned to the leader level.
Tathagata Buddha said to himself in the air: "If we are alone, we will be unable to support ourselves."
The other half said with a gloomy face: "There is no way around this. The road we are going to take is destined to be difficult."
Tathagata said with a gloomy smile: "Why do you think we have no Taoist friends?"
The other half of the face sneered: "Come on! We both know the ins and outs. What cards do you have that I don't know about?"
If Hongjun were here at this time, he would probably be shocked. The other half of the Tathagata Buddha's face is actually very similar to the beaten Luo Hu.
Tathagata laughed loudly and said: "Do you know why Taishang Laojun has always maintained a high status?"
"Say something quickly!"
"His ability to transform three pure things with one breath is the envy of everyone!" Tathagata said in a leisurely manner.
"The key is, do you have it?"
"Why should we follow suit? Wouldn't it be great to gather the resentment of the common people and create an alternative demon ancestor?" Although Tathagata has integrated Luo Hu's memory and part of his experience, the two of them are very clear-headed.
After Luo Hu pondered for a moment, he transferred the knowledge of magic he had learned throughout his life to Tathagata, weakly left a word and then fell silent.
"Now you and I are like grasshoppers on a rope. You'd better proceed with caution!"
"Of course, I want to live until the end of the era more than you do, and live forever."
The Tathagata was so cruel that he bit out the demonic part of himself, and used Tiangang and Earth Evil to gather the overwhelming resentment of Lingshan to form an incarnation.
This man was actually carved out of the same mold as Tathagata Buddha, but the overwhelming resentment in his body seemed to kill the entire spiritual mountain.
"Wutian, a poor monk, have seen fellow Taoist!" Wutian sat down and the nine-color lotus turned out to be as black as ink, and his red eyes seemed to pull the whole world down into the abyss.
Tathagata Buddha chanted the Buddha's name, and the golden light on his body became more and more brilliant.
"Sorry, this poor monk will pass away now!"
Then, a ray of golden light shot up into the sky. Then Heavenly Dao sensed it, and they all cried out in grief.
This world-famous Master Jiejiao, the famous Tathagata Buddha in the three realms, just disappeared from everyone's sight and pretended to be dead to escape.