Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 97: I am the wine and swordsman who can survive a thousand cups of drunkenness!

It's on Longshan, halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Ye was wearing a black robe and holding a black umbrella.

Xi Shi was beside her, huddled in the umbrella, looking down at Li Taibai's funeral. Her delicate little face with a normal smile could not help but feel a bit sad.

Zhang Ye, on the other hand, did not look at the funeral at the foot of the mountain, but looked at the cloudy sky and the light rain falling from the sky.

"Boss, this Taibai's funeral... isn't it a bit shabby?" Xi Shi sighed as he looked at the funeral.

Hearing this, Zhang Ye looked down at the personnel arrangement at the funeral, shook his head and said: "The funeral is not about the number of people, but about how influential the people present are."

"Du Fu is a sage of poetry, Wang Changling is also a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, Guo Ziyi is a famous general in the Tang Dynasty, and Han Zhun is one of the Six Elites of Zhuxi, and he is also a respected person.

"Anyone among them can be worth tens of thousands of people. From this point of view, Taibai's funeral is not shabby."

Xi Shi nodded thoughtfully, and then quietly watched the funeral process.

And just then.

Zhang Ye raised his head and looked into the rain not far from the funeral, silently counting the time in his heart.

Then, his eyes narrowed: "Here we come!"

Xi Shi was stunned for a moment, staring at Zhang Ye curiously with big, smart eyes: "Boss, what's going on?"

Zhang Ye smiled: "Sword Immortal Li Chungang... is here!"

Xi Shi blinked, followed Zhang Ye's gaze in confusion, looked into the distance, and murmured: "Who is Li Chungang...is he very strong?"

Zhang Ye raised his hand and touched Xi Shi's head: "It's very strong. With the sound of the sword, I will become a swordsman!"

At the bottom of the mountain, in front of the wooden house.

When this voice sounded.

Suddenly, everyone present followed the sound and looked at Yuchen.

22And in the rain, a hazy figure also appeared.

now.

Du Fu looked into the rain, his eyes trembling slightly, and his old face was even more shocked.

"If heaven had not given birth to you, Li Taibai... the way of swordsmanship would last forever... like a long night! Good words, good words! But... Taibai's way of swordsmanship... is so powerful So praised..."

Wang Changling held back his grief, stared at the hazy figure, and murmured to himself: "The way of swordsmanship is like a long night......Why is this person...saying this?" .......

Guo Ziyi squinted her eyes, trying to see the hazy figure in the rain clearly, but she never saw it clearly, and the sound just now echoed in her ears.

Only Han Zhun, with a heavy face, turned his head to look there, and his expression became strange.

Just now, several of them were talking about Li Taibai's swordsmanship.

According to Han Zhun's description, Li Taibai's swordsmanship is not a perfect one, it can only be regarded as a fairly good level.

Several people present were also very convinced of this.

After all, it is simply unimaginable that someone like Li Taibai could achieve such great achievements in the way of poetry, and that Taibai could surpass everyone and achieve greater success in the way of swordsmanship.

From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to do this.

But to make such a comment before this hazy figure appeared, is this a bit too much praise?

aside.

Even Bo Qin and Li Yangbing looked sideways, looking a little confused.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The hazy figure gradually came out of the rain, revealing its figure among the crowd.

Wearing a green shirt with a sheep's fur covering it, one of the sleeves flutters in the wind. His beard and hair are all white. The thing hanging on his waist is not a sword, but a three-foot wooden horse and an ox.

The old man walked slowly towards the crowd.

Tap tap tap

With every step they took, everyone felt the pressure getting stronger, and the old man's power to intimidate people was also stronger.

The three-foot wooden horse and ox hanging on the old man's waist always gave everyone a feeling of extreme danger.

He arrived before everyone could react.

The old man ignored everyone and looked straight at the wooden coffin. He lifted the three-foot wooden horse and ox at his waist, then, holding the wooden horse and ox in one hand, he bowed deeply and saluted.

"Sword Master Li Chungang, come to see Li Jianxian off!" Li Chungang bowed and saluted, his tone was respectful and sad.

The expression on his face was one of great reverence.

And as soon as Li Chungang said these words.

Everyone present was shocked.

Li Chungang?

This name, they never said.

After all, those present were either poets or generals, and the only one among the people was Han Zhun.

But none of them had ever heard of the name "Li Chungang".

But it wasn't the name that shocked them.

It was what "Li Chungang" said after bowing and saluting Li Taibai's coffin.

Congratulations to Li Jian...

Li Jianxian......

Li Taibai is the swordsman?

Li Taibai...isn't he a poet?

"What...what is this? This old man...why did he call Taibai the Sword Immortal?" Du Fu was stunned and turned to look at the people around him.

Guo Zi was also stunned on the spot, with some confusion in his eyes: "Sword Immortal? Li Taibai... How, how can he be the Sword Immortal? Isn't his swordsmanship... a small success?"

As he spoke, everyone turned their heads and looked at Han Zhun, as if they were talking.

What's going on? Didn't you, Han Zhun, say that Li Taibai's swordsmanship is not good?

Han Zhun was also a little confused. He looked at Li Chungang and then at everyone's eyes.

He didn't answer.

In fact, he was even more shocked than the rest of them.

Han Zhun is considered a swordsman. Although he is not a top swordsman, he is quite experienced in swordsmanship, otherwise he would not comment on Li Taibai's swordsmanship.

He could tell that the old man who called himself "Li Chungang" was very strong and should be very strong in swordsmanship.

This is his instinct as a swordsman.

But he couldn't tell how strong it was. The old man had never made a move, nor had he mentioned the three-foot wooden horse or cow.

But for such a person who seems to be very strong in swordsmanship...call Li Taibai Li Jianxian?

This...is a bit unreasonable...

"I come with my sword and ride on the wind to ward off demons. There is wine and joy in the world. Without wine, I would be crazy."

Just at this time.

A drunken, dissolute, and heroic voice came from the rain.

At this time, Li Chungang had straightened up. Without looking at the expressions of everyone present, he just turned his head quietly and looked at the hazy figure appearing in the rain behind him, with a smile on his lips and narrowed eyes.

Everyone present was attracted by the sound, and looked at it again, and the expressions on their faces became even weirder.

"Come with a sword and ride on the wind, to slay demons in the world... With wine and joy, I will be happy without wine! This word... is very heroic!" Du Fu's eyes lit up, and the expression on his face ,from doubt to astonishment

But there are only four sentences in this word, and obviously there is a second half, which makes Du Fu feel a little uncomfortable.

The look on his face was like that of a drinker who saw a glass of fine wine in front of him, but he couldn't drink it, so he could only watch. The feeling of claws scratching his heart and the feeling of worry made Du Fu very uncomfortable.

On the side, Guo Ziyi's pupils shrank. This word was so breathtaking. The boldness and unrestrained feeling in the words only rushed into his heart.

Even a person like him who doesn't know much about poetry and can only lead troops to fight can still feel the artistic conception in this word.

"Good words, good words! Anyone who can write such heroic words must be a bohemian!"

Wang Changling even widened his eyes and looked into the rain.

Han Zhenzhen squinted his eyes. He first glanced at Li Chungang, then turned his head and looked into the hazy rain. The words that the mysterious man had just spoken echoed in his heart.

"Drink all the rivers in one go, swallow up the sun and moon again, and be drunk from a thousand cups, but I am the wine-swordsman!"

The man in the rain said again.

Then, there was a free and easy worldly momentum that came with the words.

It is as if nothing in this world can stick to this person, as if this person can step out of the Three Realms in one step, and enter the Three Realms in one step.

"The boldness of this man's poetry, the broadness of his bearing, his free and easy nature... are all incomparable... This man... his poetic talent is also quite good!" Du Fu's expression He commented solemnly.

He was a poet saint of his generation, and it was not easy for Du Fu to tell him that his poetic talent was acceptable.

Because Du Fu only has two words to evaluate other people's poetic talent. One is "fair", which is true for everyone in the world.

The other one is the ultimate, and only Li Taibai is right.

Wang Changling looked at Du Fu and carefully savored the meaning of the words: "This poem is bohemian, bold and upright. This man is definitely a genius!"

Guo Ziyi stopped commenting, just stood aside and listened quietly to other people's comments.

Of course, it was not because he couldn't make comments in a formal manner that he remained silent.

Absolutely not.

As for Han Zhun, his attention was not on this poem at all. His attention was always on the man in the rain.

"Hey, I didn't expect it, hiccup~ You old man Yangqiu came here, hiccup, you came earlier than me!"

When everyone was surprised.

The man in the rain spoke again.

And immediately after.

They didn't see the man in the rain walking out of the rain first.

Instead, I heard a sound breaking through the sky first.

Whoosh——

It was the sound of something sharp cutting through the air.

That voice carried the breath of death and a strong sense of oppression. 130

Then, everyone saw a cold light suddenly appear.

At the same time, the old man in a sheepskin green shirt, who called himself "Li Chungang" and stood still, raised the three-foot wooden horse and ox in his hand.

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As soon as his eyes flashed, that light arrived!

The three-foot wooden horse and cow collided with the cold light, making a harsh sound and a burst of sparks.

then.

The cold light seemed to be alive, flying in the air. The cold light moved in strange ways, with tricky angles and a free and easy trend, and headed towards Li Chungang at an extremely fast speed.

And Li Chungang, holding a three-foot wooden horse and ox in one hand, had a very plain expression on his face, and a faint smile on his lips. The three-foot wooden horse and ox in his hand came into contact with the cold light in the air.

The two sides seemed to be playing and fighting, but there was no murderous intent at all.

And just then.

I saw Li Chungang, holding a three-foot wooden horse and ox, raised his hand and waved, and the cold light flew out.

"Situ Zhong, are you here to worship Li Jianxian today, or are you here to fight with me?" Li Chungang snorted coldly.

I just heard a burst of detached and hearty laughter in the rain.

"Hahaha, Sword God Li Chungang, I didn't expect you, burp~ I'm here to pay homage to Li Jianxian today, burp~ I happened to have itchy hands, so I fought with you, I guess Li Jianxian won't blame you

Immediately afterwards.

In full view.

The man with long flowing hair in a bun, willow-leaf eyebrows, slender eyes, and a delicate face walked out of the rain, shaking his body.

The man was wearing a blue shirt, with a long sword hanging on his waist. The long sword had already been sheathed. He was holding a wine gourd in one hand and wiping the wine stains around his mouth with the other.

Standing in front of everyone, the man's eyes became respectful, staring at Ji Bai's coffin.

He raised his head, raised the wine gourd in his hand, and took a big sip of wine.

"Happy!"

After finishing the wine, the man handed the wine gourd forward.

I saw that the wine gourd escaped from the man's hand and headed straight towards Li Bai's coffin.

"Li Jianxian, do you still remember this poem that you gave to me Situ Zhong but describes you Li Jianxian?"

"Today, I, Situ Zhong, come with poems and fine wine to present you Li Jianxian!"

While talking.

The man cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

At the same time, the wine gourd also landed on Li Bai's coffin. .