Chapter 1763： Poetry and sword

"Oh, why do you say that?" Lu Yi was curious.

"Young people nowadays, it's rare to have your own experience." The uncle said: "Young people nowadays have gotten into the eyes of money, so they still know how to practice."

"In fact, young people are still very good now." Lu Yi said: "After all, the society is different, and the pressure on young people is also great. Like a young man without a background, if he wants to gain a foothold in the city, he can only make money. No room, no money, and no girlfriend."

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

"Uncle, may I ask Guigeng?" Lu Yi asked curiously.

"I, it's ninety-eight this year."

"Ninety-eight?" Lu Yi was taken aback, took a serious look at the uncle, and smiled: "Uncle is in good health."

"You’re young when you’re young, but you’re young." The old man smiled and said, "Huashan is a good place. I will climb once a week.

"Uncle is familiar with Huashan?"

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

"Ok."

"The great poet Li Bai was there, and he said goodbye to his friend Danqiuzi. I heard that Danqiuzi is still a good man. It's a pity that the mountain is too dangerous. So far, it has not been developed."

Lu Yi glanced sideways, that lonely mountain was like a divine sword, thrusting into the sky.

"Uncle, you remember correctly, I heard that Li Bai was a friend to see off at Beifeng."

"You don't know the young man. This is for the development of tourism. They only promoted Li Bai's poems written on this North Peak. However, Li Bai has indeed been here, and that lonely peak is one of the North Peaks."

"Uncle, how do you know so clearly?"

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

That's it.

The uncle got up, patted his knees, and smiled: "Young man, I'll take a step first. I'm going to look at the scenery elsewhere."

"Goodbye, uncle."

"Goodbye."

Uncle walked away, Lu Yi sat on the mountain, looking at the lonely mountain not far away, his eyes moved, and he jumped when the tourists were not paying attention.

The wind whistled in the ears.

This feeling is so cool.

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

"Wow!"

He was as fast as the wind, a few flashes, and he reached the foot of Lonely Peak.

Looking up, the lonely mountain is as straight as a cloud, and there is no grass on it, like a sword stuck in the ground.

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

Suddenly, he thought of "Xia Ke Xing".

"Li Bai is not only a great poet, but also a peerless swordsman. With his cultivation skills, he is not allowed to actually go up." Thinking of this, Lu Yi decided to take a look at the summit.

If there are people here, you will be surprised, because Lu Yi is like an ape with agile movements, climbing up the cliff quickly.

He is fast.

The cliff is as smooth as a mirror, but Lu Yi can't help but he walks flat on the ground.

ten minutes later.

Lu Yi came to the summit.

Floral fragrance bursts.

The peach blossom is in full bloom.

Around, the clouds are misty.

What sets off here is like a fairyland.

Lu Yi walked a few steps forward, a pool of about two meters in diameter, as he now sees, beside the pool, there is a stone monument with the three characters "washing pen pool" on it.

The handwriting is silver and iron hook, but it gives people a completely naive feeling. At first glance, it is from the hands of calligraphers. Looking down, the inscription is Danqiuzi.

"This isn't the place where Shixian washes his pen, right?" Lu Yi was shocked.

Looking at it again, there is a small inscription on the back of the stele: Tianbao is three years old, and I and Taibai stay here for three months. After each poem is completed, I wash my pen with a pond. There are four out of four whites, Danqiuzi.

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

Shixian 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 Taoism in the handwriting and strokes on the stone tablet.

Leaving the brush pool, 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:

Xiyue is so magnificent, the Yellow River is coming like silk and the sky.

The Yellow River moved thousands of miles away, and the vortex hub turned Qin mines.

Glory and glory are colorful, and the saint is here for a thousand years.

The giant spirit roared and broke the two mountains, Hong Bo shot his arrows at the East China Sea.

...

The celebrity lady is ready to sweep, and Magu scratches her back with light claws.

My emperor handles the world, Danqiu talks to the sky and Tianyu.

Jiuzhong enters and exits with brilliance, comes to Penglai from the east and returns to the west.

If the jade pulp benefits the old person to drink, he rides two Maolong to fly.

It is the full text of Li Bai's poem "Xiyue Yuntai Song Sending Danqiuzi".

Every word of the poem was carved on the stone tablet with a sword, and it was done in one go. Lu Yi stared at the stone wall, golden light flashed in his eyes, his vision seemed to travel through time and space, and he saw a magnificent scene.

Li Bai and Danqiusheng, standing on this mountain, watched the Yellow River meandering from the sky like a gossamer, rushing for thousands of miles, shooting directly into the East China Sea. They talked about heaven and earth, riding dragons and going into the nine heavens, even the gods saw them, Also greeted one after another.

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

Although this is a poem, between the lines, it is full of Li Bai's free and easy sword intent.

Lu Yi earnestly realized.

"clank……"

Soon, a majestic sword intent appeared on Lu Yi.

This sword intent is different from his previous huge, solid, like a cloud, erratic, not cannibalizing fireworks, but this sword intent is very free and easy.

Lu Yi's body smelled of dust.

This sitting is a whole month.

Lu Yi stayed on the summit for a month. Whether it was sunny or rainy, he sat motionless here. After a month, he finally opened his eyes.

"No wonder He Zhizhang once said that you are a **** who has been demoted to the world, and you have a well-deserved reputation." Lu Yi sighed.

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

"Thank you!" Lu Yi got up and bowed deeply at 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 smiled: "Senior Shi Xian, don't worry, your sword skills will be passed on for thousands of years like your poems."

After speaking, Lu Yi turned and left the mountain.

He is going to the next stop.

Wudang Mountain.