Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 96: If God had not given birth to you, Li Taibai, the art of swordsmanship would be as long as the night!

In November of the first year of Baoying.

When Tu.

The weather at this time has already turned cooler.

The sky was cloudy and dull, as if it would rain heavily in the next moment.

In a wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

Li Taibai was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, and the heater was turned on in the room.

At this time, Li Taibai no longer had the energy he had a month ago.

His complexion was no longer rosy, and his eyes were dull, full of holes and turbidity.

He couldn't sit up anymore, let alone lift the sword and dance in the courtyard, and he put the sword hastily away.

"Taibai, what should I do..." Li Yangbing stood aside, looking at Li Bai on the bed, anxiously turning around.

Li Bai's condition has worsened since he came back from his last walk in the woods.

Since then, he has never seen Li Bai dancing with a sword, let alone drinking and composing poems.

It's just that Li Bai can be seen on weekdays, looking in the direction of the mountains and forests, wondering what he is thinking.

Later, the weather became colder and colder. If there was no heater in the house, it would be impossible to live in it, let alone a sick person like Li Bai.

But turning on the heater did not help Li Bai's condition, and instead made it worse.

Today, another doctor came to check on Li Bai's condition.

After the doctor finished calling Li Bai's pulse number "797", he shook his head at Li Yangbing and said there was no hope.

As for Li Yangbing, as Li Bai's clan uncle, he watched Li Bai grow up.

He was never by Li Bai's side when he was at his peak, but in his heart he was very happy and envious of his nephew.

Later, Li Bai was in trouble and came to seek refuge with him. Li Yangbing did not complain at all, and was even very happy.

At this moment, Li Bai's physical condition was deteriorating. Seeing this nephew's fate, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Li Bai's wives all died one after another, or their engagements were broken off.

Among the sons and daughters under his knees, only Bo Qin is still alive, while the daughter died after getting married.

Now, Bo Qin is still in a foreign country, saying he is rushing back, but now, Li Bai can't hold on any longer.

"Uncle Clan, don't panic, it will only happen one day." Li Bai Qiang supported his body and squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth.

Now, as he is dying, he has no relatives or friends around him, only his uncle is by his side.

Li Bai had no complaints, nor much dissatisfaction.

He was in this land of Dangtu, which was originally a place with high mountains and far away from the emperor. It would take several hours for others to come there, and the distance was already long, not to mention that the speed of the carriages and horses was not very fast.

excusable.

The only dissatisfaction in his heart, the only nostalgia for this world, is that he wants to see the world call him the Sword Immortal instead of the Poetic Immortal.

But now, he can no longer see this scene...

"Taibai, you...do you have anything else to entrust to me..." Li Yangbing stepped forward, held Li Bai's hand tightly, and choked with sobs.

Hearing this, Li Bai took out a piece of paper from the quilt and handed it to Li Yangbing.

"The great roc flies to inspire the eight descendants, but in the middle of the sky it is unable to destroy it.

The lingering wind is stirring for eternity, and the left coat is hanging to support the storm.

Later generations will pass this on, who will shed tears when Zhongni dies? "

Li Bai used up his last bit of strength to read out the "Death Song" he had written for himself.

Li Yangbing looked at the "Death Song" written by Li Bai himself on the paper, and he had already burst into tears.

As for Li Bai, looking at the wooden roof, his face was full of bitterness and there was a wry smile on his lips.

"Everyone knows that it is poetry——

"In my life, Li Taibai, my successes are also poems, and my failures are also poems..."

"But who knows, I wish that people in this world... would know my swordsmanship forever, know that my swordsmanship is superb, and call me the Sword Immortal..."

"But who...knows..."

Immortal, Taibai is here, asking the Immortal to help me become a Sword Immortal. I will leave everything to the Immortal...

Li Bai thought of it truthfully, and then he slowly closed his eyes, and a clear tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Li Yangbing on the side had no choice but to ignore his tears and look at Li Bai silently, holding Li Bai's last words in his hands silently, listening to Li Bai's last words in his ears, doing everything FJ...

Cabin in the woods.

Xishi was organizing the bookshelf, and from time to time he took out a book from the bookshelf to read.

Zhang Ye, on the other hand, was sitting quietly on the Grand Master's chair, drinking tea, with a slightly indifferent expression on his face.

"The system must be improved. When the client dies, can't I go back to modern times first? Wouldn't it be better to go to modern times and wait, and I can also see the big sisters..." As he spoke, Zhang Ye looked at Xi Shi who was sorting out the bookshelf.

Then, I silently put the idea of ​​seeing the big sisters behind me.

With Xi Shi, why do you need to look at big sisters?

But after looking at Xi Shi, Zhang Ye also sighed silently.

I originally thought that after having Xi Shi, the period of waiting for the client's death in the historical plane would be more interesting.

But what Zhang Ye didn't expect was that this period of time was simply too much fun.

He had to explain countless problems to Xi Shi every day.

And Xi Shi asked him many questions every day.

But fortunately, Xi Shi has been with him for a long time, and she has become more and more like a modern person.

I also learned a lot of modern knowledge.

If Xi Shi was not still wearing that ancient costume, he would have thought Xi Shi was a modern person.

"Boss, how long do we need to stay here?"

At this time, Xi Shi put down the book in his hand and looked up at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye was stunned: "I don't know when the funeral is over and we can leave."

Xi Shi tilted her head again and asked, "When will the ceremony end?"

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly: "It depends on when Li Taibai passes away."

"Why, are you anxious?" Zhang Ye took a sip of tea and looked at Xi Shi with interest.

Xi Shi shook her head: "I have been wearing these clothes for a long time. Didn't the boss say before that after finishing this business, he would take the slave family to buy clothes?"

"Okay, when I finish this order and go back, I will take you to buy clothes." Zhang Ye smiled.

To be honest, Zhang Ye was quite looking forward to Xi Shi wearing other clothes.

For example, you can also try jk, business attire, or royal sister dress, or loli dress...

Just when Zhang Ye was thinking this.

Ding dong

The cell phone beeps.

Zhang Ye silently picked up the mobile phone placed aside and glanced at the message on it.

[The client Li Taibai has passed away and the funeral will be held in three days. Please be prepared. 】

Saw this message.

Zhang Ye put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up, and looked at Xi Shi in front of the bookshelf: "Xi Shi, get ready to work.

Hearing this, Xi Shi was stunned and nodded heavily towards Zhang Ye: "Yeah!"

At this moment, Zhang Ye saw anticipation on Xi Shi's face.

To be precise, it is the expectation of being able to change out of the clothes I am wearing and wear new clothes.

Three days later.

Dangtu, under Longshan.

There was a cloud of mist in the sky that never dissipated for a long time, and a light rain began to fall in the sky, as if to match the dull and somewhat sad atmosphere in the air.

At this time, the wooden house was covered with white curtains.

In front of the wooden house, a wooden coffin was placed there quietly, motionless.

It contained Li Bai's body.

Li Yangbing was dressed in white cloth, with only sadness in his eyes and a somewhat dull expression on his face.

Next to Li Yangbing was a young man with empty eyes, able to withstand the huge blow.

The young man wore sackcloth and mourning, holding a spiritual tablet in his hand.

It says, "The spiritual place of my father Li Bai"....

This young man is Li Bai's only living heir, Bo Qin.

He came here one day after Li Bai's death.

He had received a letter from Li Yangbing before. Seeing that Li Bai's condition was getting worse and he might die soon, he immediately got up and rushed here, "I want to come and see my father for the last time."

But after all, it was still a day late.

on the other side.

They were several old men with white beards and hair, and several middle-aged men.

"Taibai Immortal has gone, leaving me alone in this world... That's all. Without Taibai in this world, there will be nothing to miss." An old man with white beard and hair looked at the wooden coffin and mourned silently. Two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks.

The old man is Du Fu, who is known as the "Sage of Poetry" in contemporary times.

At the same time, Du Fu also has another identity, that is, Li Bai's "little fanboy".

After he heard that Li Bai was ill, he immediately set off and came over, but as luck would have it, it was too late.

The words fell.

"Feng Lin just passed away, and Taibai went with him... It's so heartbreaking..." Wang Changling covered his heart, the expression on his face was extremely sad, and his old face was even more pale. one slice.

"Taibai's life, one word of the poem runs through his life. I heard before that Taibai's sword skills are great, but... he failed in the end." Guo Ziyi also changed out of the armor he usually wore and put on a white suit, looking at He looked at Li Bai's coffin complicatedly.

As a general, he did not have the same literary talent as others, and he could not write any poems that would be passed down through the ages.

But he only knows one thing, that is, Taibai is good at swordsmanship, but he has never learned it before.

Now that Taibai has passed away, his thoughts can only dissipate with Taibai's body.

And when the voice just fell.

An old man in white clothes, stroking the long goatee under his chin, looked at Li Bai's coffin and sighed: "Taibai was good at swordsmanship, but throughout his life, he never achieved greatness in swordsmanship, but his poetry has reached its peak. , no one can surpass..."

"Who are you, sir?" Guo Ziyi was stunned, turned to look at the old man, and asked.

The old man stroked his goatee: "I, Han Zhun."

"But Han Zhun, one of the Six Elites of Zhuxi? Mr. Han?" Guo Ziyi asked in surprise.

As soon as this question was uttered, it immediately attracted the attention of the other people.

They all looked at the old man who called himself Han Zhun, with a little 4.2 respect on his face.

Zhuxi Liuyi are six reclusive people who are envied by countless people today.

Li Taibai previously lived in seclusion in Culai Mountain and Zhuxi, where he lived happily with Han Zhun, Kong Chaofu, Pei Zheng, Zhang Shuming and Tao Mian, singing and drinking every day.

Later, when the world heard that Li Bai had left Zhuxi in Cuulai Mountain, these people also left on their own.

Now, it seems that only Han Zhun is still alive.

"Mr. Han said before that Yinbai's swordsmanship was never perfected in his entire life?" Guo Ziyi asked again.

Han Zhun nodded: "When the six of us lived in seclusion, Taibai and I had a few battles. However, although Taibai's swordsmanship is intentional, it is invisible. It can only be called a small success, and it is still far from a great success."

"But this is by no means a disaster. If Taibai masters the art of swordsmanship, then his poetry will not reach its peak..." Han Zhun added, there was no ridicule in his tone, nor any resentment, only Feeling.

Hear the words.

Many people nodded, and the expressions on their faces were a bit sad.

They looked at Li Bai's coffin together.

Everyone laments in their hearts that a generation of poetic immortals has passed away after all.

But Taibai's life was exciting enough, and the poems he wrote throughout his life will surely be passed down through the ages and be famous for generations to come...

And just when everyone was grieving.

in the rain.

A strong, powerful and desolate sound came slowly.

"If heaven had not given birth to you, Li Taibai, your swordsmanship would be as long as the night!"