Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

In the long night sky, the scenes of the prosperous times all reflect each other; the clouds and colorful clothes meet all the old friends drunkenly.

The night is shrouded, and the endless abyss engulfs Kyushu. The high-rise buildings in the distance are bustling with people, revealing a little light that embellishes the night, and it is hard to regret.

Suddenly, bursts of beautiful tunes broke the dead silence of the night.

Looking for the reputation, all I saw was the golden light, and the splendid palaces came into view...

The railings are decorated with jade and neon lights fill the sky.

The crowds are surging, people dressed in Tang Dynasty and Han Dynasty costumes, the orioles are fat and the swallows are thin, and the ring fans are half unfolded, showing the appearance of gods. The philistines listen to the music, and the tunes follow the heart, which is like a prosperous age in the world.

Chang'an, the city that never sleeps.

At this time, a young man in white clothes with a bandage on his head was mingling among the crowd. His strange attire made him stand out in this grand scene.

"Compared with more than a thousand years ago, has this place changed much?" the young man suddenly said.

A little girl in Hanfu walking next to the boy responded slightly panicked, "Huh? I, I don't know."

"Oh, that's right, that's right. Things have changed and people have changed. This is the normal state of the world," the young man continued with emotion.

"Then you remember the way there, right?"

"Where...where?"

The little girl glanced at the boy and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

At this time, the boy seemed to notice something, turned his head and looked at the little girl, "Are you talking to me?"

"Ah?...No...no", she was stunned for a moment, her face turned red and hot, and then she squeezed into the crowd as if running away.

The young man smiled lightly and didn't care too much. He put on his headphones and continued to walk forward along with the crowd.

In front of the magnificent hall, all you can see is the endless back of the head. Everyone is crowded here, and the place is full of noise.

"Why aren't you allowed in? We all bought tickets to come in!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yeah, why, rnmp, refund the money!"

Brother Qianqian next to him echoed.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the scene immediately became commotion. Some people even started to squeeze forward. If the security guards hadn't stopped them, they would have been sitting in the Jinluan Hall.

"Hey, brother, do you have to pay a ticket to enter here?" The man on the side was a little confused and asked the refund brother.

"Of course, I fought at the door for a long time before I spent 100 to get the tickets," the money refunder said with a proud look on his face.

"By the way, how much did you pay to get in?"

"Not a penny was paid."

"What the hell?"

Huang Mao was very surprised and kept asking the people next to him, "How much did you spend?"

"No flowers..."

"And you?"

"I didn't spend any money either..."

Only then did Brother Qianqian realize that he had been deceived, "What the fuck, tmd, I'm going to find that person right now..."

Seeing Brother Qianqian leave cursing, the young man couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling sorry for him for a second.

Then, the young man walked towards a corner. When he saw that there was no one around, he jumped up, climbed up the palace wall, and disappeared into the night.

The breeze blows in the willows, and the bright moon gathers the stars.

In the high pavilion, the young man was lying on the fence, looking at the horizon. In front of him, a young man with a blue aura glowing all over his body was lying half on the railing. From time to time he would take off the wine gourd from his waist and take a few sips happily.

Ding ding ding~, a harsh cell phone ringtone rang.

The young man took out his cell phone and picked it up. Before he could speak, a complaining voice came from the other side.

"Hello? Where are you? Tell me, this happened to you just after we finished eating. Fortunately, there was no big problem. If you died, I would lose a son...

By the way, I heard Aunt Shen say that there is something wrong with your head. Are you a fool? I'll take you to the city hospital tomorrow to have your head checked...

Hello? Lao Qin? are you listening? "

"When did you become so verbose? I'm fine..." After a few brief explanations, he hung up the phone.

"Tch, this kid", he smiled knowingly.

The boy's name is Qin Ye. He was abandoned in an orphanage when he was young. Shen Hong, who works there, adopted him and until now, treats him as his own son. On the other end of the phone was Qin Ye's best friend at school, Cheng Yong, a new rich second generation.

"Fuck, you dare to hang up on me. When you get better, let's see how I deal with you." Cheng Yong pretended to be angry and said, feeling relieved in his heart.

High cabinet.

"Your friend cares about you very much," the young man said casually.

Qin Ye just smiled and did not answer. As a best friend in high school and one of the few friends, their relationship can be summarized as iron.

After a while, Qin Ye suddenly said, "Tell me, if anyone knew that the Shixian from a thousand years ago was still alive, how many people would care about you?

You know, if you are born in this era, celebrities, Internet celebrities, etc., have to stand aside. "

If the words are not surprising, then I will die.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that I, Li Taibai, would be so famous. I have lived my life in vain..."

The young man took another sip of wine and laughed loudly. His eyebrows were soothed and there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes. Has it been more than a thousand years...

Qin Ye turned his head and looked at Li Bai's illusory body, feeling a little confused. After thinking about it again and again, he finally said, "Why are you like this?"

Li Bai looked at his illusory hands and squeezed them tightly. The touch in his hands was still so real, but it had a dreamy feeling.

"Is it like this now? I'm not sure..."

Li Bai paused and said slowly, "Someone will tell you soon."

"Why are you starting to show off? I don't think you have such a character."

"Then what kind of character do you think I should be?" Li Bai asked.

Without thinking much, Qin Ye said, "You can see some of it through the poems you wrote."

"I have written a lot of poems." Li Bai smiled helplessly.

As if recalling those days of being dominated, Qin Ye immediately became interested, "Of course I know. The articles I memorized the most when I was a child were the articles you wrote."

"Do you know that you have been a nightmare to many students? Someone has counted that you have written 1,400 poems. Do you remember so many poems?"

"Are there so many? It's been so long that most of them have been forgotten."

"Also, why do you have to remember it? Just forget to rewrite it. Besides, not all I write are poems..."

Li Bai said proudly at first, then his eyes darkened and he fell into silence.

Qin Ye felt this and stared blankly at the sky.

Covering the sea and facing the abyss, a lone star stands next to the moon.

For a long time, he slowly read, "Looking up at the mountains and the moon, looking down at my hometown..."

Li Bai's body trembled slightly, and he took a swig of wine. There was a bit of vicissitudes in his eyes, and he looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky dreamily.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.

Thousands of years have passed, and things have changed. For him, the only thing that has not changed in these thousands of years is the bright moon in front of him.

Under the moonlight night, in the attic.

Li Bai holds a sword in his right hand and hangs a gourd in his left hand. He swings the sword and drinks wine in one go. The light blue aura spreads with each swing of the sword, and the momentum around him gradually becomes fiercer.

I want to compete with God.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly.

"cut!"

In an instant, the wind blew up and the clouds moved.

The sound fell, and the surroundings returned to the previous silence.

"sharp!"

Qin Ye couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you." Li Bai sheathed his sword and floated down from the attic with his wine gourd.

Qin Ye did not answer and continued: "I think people have some misunderstandings about you."

Li Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and said proudly: "I, Li Taibai, don't need to explain to others as a person, nor do I do things.

Everyone in the world knows that I am arrogant, but they don’t know why I am so arrogant.

I have practiced swordplay since I was a child, and when I was in my prime, I traveled out. The bandits and bandits I met were not the same enemy, and I was also given another title. "

As he spoke, he picked up the long sword at his waist and said word by word:

"Wine-sword-immortal!"