The long river of time has made several ripples, and countless waves crashed on the shore. The shadows of the past, present and future can be vaguely seen. The big waves wash away the sand, and the gravel left behind witnesses the passage of time.
Ye Qin walked through it, and even his soul was tainted with the breath of time. A sense of simplicity and vicissitudes of life came to his face. When he opened his eyes again, he felt that time had changed.
What comes into view are familiar mountains and rivers, a bright moon hanging high in the sky, silver light hanging on the treetops, adding a bit of hazy light and shadow, stars shining brightly, the moon splashing into the galaxy, the scenery in front of you is magnificent.
Not long ago, he was talking to the moon with Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty, and it was already a thousand years later.
The ancients did not see the moon today, but the moon used to shine on the ancients.
The bright moon remains the same throughout the ages, but human beings have changed from generation to generation. People today can only never see the ancients before, and never see those who come after. Countless people from the past to the present have passed away one after another like running water.
Except for the bright moon in the sky that remains unchanged forever, everything in the world is constantly changing. Day and night change, and the four seasons change. This is the way of reincarnation.
The bright moon lasts forever but life is short. Human beings cannot change this natural law, but Ye Qin is able to escape from it and become a unique existence, which shows how special he is.
Ye Qin enters the mottled time period and travels through the long river of history. He is a witness and an experiencer. The thousands of years of splendid culture of Daxia is just a wave of time for him.
He discussed Taoism with Zuo Ci in the mountains and explored the mystery of immortality; he crossed the river with the old man to pursue the ancient sword inserted in his heart; he also talked with Zhidun Temple and talked about the Prajna Heart Sutra; and then he traveled to Yangzhou with Zhang Boduan, leaving behind a lot of memories throughout the city. The miracle of spent flowers.
Ye Qin's glance in the long river of history is likely to be the magnificent life of these people.
He looked at the bright moon above his head, and seemed to have some enlightenment in his heart. He was suddenly enlightened and entered a mysterious realm.
"Whether it is for me or for them, this may be a short intersection, but it has left a profound mark in history."
Every time during the mottled years, Ye Qin would gain a lot of insights, which would even bring great help to his cultivation.
After all, the aura here involves the reincarnation of time.
This kind of experience cannot be had in the real world. Even if he has experienced it for many years in the world, it is not as good as looking back at it in a blink of an eye.
The golden elixir in his body circulated slowly, and a hazy mist emitted, centering on him, spreading to all directions.
The mist was mixed with little golden threads, and the moonlight in the sky seemed to be attracted. All the essence of the moon gathered together, forming a silver gauze ribbon that fell to the ground.
The tender green leaves are covered with dewdrops. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a faint reflection of the moon in every dewdrop.
Ye Qin's emerald green scales seemed to be soaked in the Milky Way. After being constantly baptized by the moonlight, they were full of a sense of holiness.
His state of mind improved slightly, and his soul became more solid.
A warm and honest force continued to swim through his muscles and veins, like soaking in a hot spring. The comfortable feeling made him sigh.
"My strength has improved a bit."
"This mottled fragment of time is like a panacea. It can bring benefits to your practice every time you use it."
The animals guarding the surroundings also sensed something. They all looked at the bright moon above their heads, raised their heads to the sky and roared, worshiping the moon, but they worshiped in the direction of Ye Qin.
The surrounding spiritual energy and moonlight were all gathered by Ye Qin. They also benefited more or less, and they all worked hard to absorb more.
The spiritual energy was like mist and sea, vast and endless, almost capable of forming a substance. Soon the furs of these animals had many small water droplets on them.
Unknowingly, the long night passed, and a red sun rose slowly, replacing the original bright moon. The sky showed a fish-belly white look, and a few rays of rays fell on the mountains, as if they were covered with colorful clothes.
The animals were full of energy and kept barking excitedly. Last night's practice was comparable to their half-month practice. Ye Qin's state of mind and state had improved, and they also benefited a lot.
The spiritual energy gradually dissipated, and Ye Qin felt a faint breath of time. He released his spiritual power to explore, and it was radiating from the Shangqing Temple.
In the Shangqing Temple, the sound of gurgling water is endless. In the water channel, the figure of the ancient bronze sword has become very solid. It is estimated that it will not be long before it will be completely restored to its original appearance.
Next to it was a string of ancient sandalwood beads, and now there was a wine gourd, which was given to him by Li Bai.
The ancient bronze sword was given to Zhi Dun by him before, but it came back inexplicably later. The sandalwood rosary helped him deal with the guardian, but he didn't know what effect the wine gourd would have.
Ye Qin released his mental power to explore, and found nothing abnormal yet. It may be because the time has not come yet, and it may be able to play some role in the future.
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Fog City, Nanchuan University.
Thousands of students are walking along the green avenue, and their youthful faces are like budding flowers, dotted in every corner of the campus.
Nanchuan has a long history. It has been a hundred years since the school was founded. It has a rich cultural atmosphere. The entire building adopts an antique style. There are even winding and deep corridors and exquisite landscapes in the school.
Even the names of the teaching buildings are unique, such as Xunyue Building, Fanzhou Building, etc.
At this moment, there is a large classroom in Taibai Building. Although it is the weekend, it is full of students and there are almost no empty seats. Today is an open class for Professor Fan Ming of the History Department.
He is knowledgeable and has an interesting style. Even boring history becomes unique through his explanations in simple and easy-to-use language.
Therefore, not only students from the history department, but also students from other departments will come to attend the lectures. Every open class is full, which is enough to show the high popularity.
Among so many youthful and splendid faces, there is a small face that is particularly obvious. The fair face is like the bright moon in the sky, with picturesque features and a pair of eyes that are exceptionally bright and clear, but with a calmness that does not belong to this age.
It was Hu Xiaocao.
Her experimental primary school is very close to Nanchuan University. Whenever there are open classes on weekends, Hu Xiaocao will sneak in and observe.
Due to her intelligence, precociousness, extraordinary understanding, and various extraordinary baptisms, her understanding of ancient literature was extraordinary.
Among them, apart from Chinese language and literature, what interests her is history.
Hu Xiaocao's presence quickly attracted the attention of others. After all, she was probably the youngest person present.
"Little sister, are you here to wait for your brothers and sisters?"
The young man sitting next to Hu Xiaocao couldn't help but ask questions. He had straight features and a scholarly aura about him, and he looked gentle and elegant.
Qi Xueqing curiously looked at the girl in front of him. He was a blogger who had previously published the "Mist of History" series on the Internet. He also had an identity and was a student in the history department.
Precisely because his major is history, he is particularly interested in it and has done a lot of research.
Hu Xiaocao shook his head, his tone was not childish, but more calm and calm, "I'm here to listen to the class."
Qi Xueqing was a little surprised. He looked at Hu Xiaocao and saw that she was only eleven or twelve years old at most. It was too complicated to come to attend university classes at such a young age.
"I can't tell you are still a bully in elementary school at such a young age."
Facing Qi Xueqing's praise, Hu Xiaocao smiled lightly and was noncommittal.
The conversation between the two was also heard by others. Many people looked surprised and looked at Hu Xiaocao. They probably didn't expect the child to become so curly now.
"When I was her age, I would have been fast asleep at home at this time."
"It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Children nowadays are amazing. Judging from her appearance, she should be in elementary school, but she has already come to attend university classes."
"Children are working so hard, so why should I not work hard!"
Nanchuan University is open to the outside world. Every weekend when open classes are held, some people from other schools will come to attend classes, but this is the first time for a little girl of Hu Xiaocao's grade.
After everyone discussed it for a while, they didn't take it to heart.
Soon an old man walked into the classroom, it was Professor Fan Ming.
He was wearing dark casual clothes and looked very easy-going. He also held a thermos cup in his hand and smiled warmly at everyone.
"Thank you very much for coming, classmates. It is fate that brings us together here. I hope the content of this class can inspire you."
Seeing Fan Ming's arrival, the originally lively crowd instantly became silent.
"Does anyone know the name of our teaching building?"
Everyone answered in unison: "Taibai Tower."
Fan Ming nodded, but gave it away, "The content of my lecture today is related to this name."
The students in the audience couldn't help but talk about it, their expressions showing excitement and excitement.
"Tai Bai? Could it be that Teacher Fan wants to talk about Li Bai today?"
"Li Bai is my favorite poet, bar none. His existence decorated the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty. In terms of poetry and songs, he is really being chased by God to feed him."
"The wine went into the intestines, seven parts turned into moonlight, and the remaining three parts roared into sword energy. As soon as it was spit out, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was born. It's about people like Li Bai."
"But I still like Du Fu better."
"In every era, there will be a person who leads the way. Li Bai is the rising star of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and an indispensable part of the entire glorious cultural history of the Great Xia."
Seeing that everyone was impatient, Fan Ming quickly revealed the answer to the mystery, "I believe everyone should have guessed, yes, the character we are going to talk about today is Li Bai."
"In Li Bai, we glimpsed the glory and loneliness of the Tang Dynasty, appreciated the worldly scenery of thousands of years ago, and got to know an unruly, free and elegant soul."
Even his life experience is full of legends. "The Biography of Li Bai in the Old Book of Tang Dynasty" records that Li Bai, named Taibai, was from Shandong. He was a rare talent, ambitious and transcendent. His father was Ren Chengwei, because of his family.
"New Book of Tang: Biography of Li Bai" is a completely different version. Li Bai, courtesy name Taibai, was the ninth grandson of Emperor Xingsheng. First, in the late Sui Dynasty, he moved to the Western Regions due to his crimes. In the early days of Shenlong, he escaped and returned to Brazil. When Bai was born, his mother dreamed of Chang Geng Star, so she ordered him to live there.
But no matter what, these two words Li Bai destined a life of ups and downs.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but shine, and their bodies straightened up subconsciously. They sat upright and listened carefully to Fan Ming's words.
It can be said that they are very familiar with this name. After all, they grew up memorizing his poems when they were young.
I wonder who hasn't memorized these poems: "Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown."
Li Bai has been mentioned countless times in history. He did not show off his fame in his life, but he had high expectations, was not afraid of power, and despised the powerful. It was once said that "a powerful man takes off his boots", "a noble concubine holds an inkstone", "a spoon in the hand" and "a dragon scarf". Wipe vomit" story.
If this had happened to people from other dynasties, they would have died a hundred times, but Li Bai was still able to stand in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It was because of his talent and arrogance.
Du Fu, a famous poet of the same period, once commented on Li Bai's poems, "The pen fell in the storm, and the poem became a poem that wept ghosts and gods." Wei Hao also said, "Bai competes with the ancients, with three characters and nine words, ghosts and ghosts are enchanted."
Even Emperor Wenzong of the Tang Dynasty named Li Bai's poems, Pei Min's sword dance, and Zhang Xu's cursive script as the "three wonders", which is enough to show how highly people in the world valued Li Bai.
It is no exaggeration to say that without Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty would have lost its overwhelming heroic spirit; without Li Bai in the Great Xia Dynasty, it would have lost its romantic and uninhibited spirit that has been passed down through the ages.
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Fan Ming spoke vividly and took a different approach. Although everyone already knew Li Bai very well, through his explanation, the characters from thousands of years ago became flesh and blood, and Li Bai, known as the "Exiled Immortal", came to life before his eyes.
"As for Li Bai, he wrote a large number of poems throughout his life. It is impossible to know the details, but there are more than 900 poems that have been circulated for a long time. I don't know which of his poems everyone likes."
Soon many students spoke enthusiastically, "I like the arrogance of 'An Neng can bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy'."
"There is also the generous spirit of 'I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.'"
"Shouldn't it be the majestic spirit of 'The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles away'?"
"What you are saying is almost meaningless. Everyone should open up the situation a little. I think it should be the domineering spirit of 'killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles'."
"I would say the most classic one is 'Looking up at the bright moon, bowing down to miss my hometown', which expresses the feeling of homesickness in just ten words."
The originally silent classroom suddenly became as lively as a vegetable market. Everyone had different views and expressed their opinions.
You can even see two students arguing with each other about which line of poem is the best.
No matter which of Li Bai's poems, just pick out a sentence, it can be regarded as a model. If the whole poem must be ranked first, I can't think of it for the time being. It is really distressing to the extreme.
Fan Ming smiled brightly and did not stop them. It was a good thing to be able to speak freely in class.
"Actually, what you said is all right. These poems all have traces. Some of them are what Li Bai saw and heard during his travels, some are his feelings after visiting the mountains and rivers, and some are his strong interest after being drunk, but -"
Fan Ming changed the subject, with a somewhat mysterious expression on his face, "The environment in which this poem was written is extremely special. There is no concrete thing. It seems to be just Li Bai's fantasy, but this fantasy also hides an invisible layer. mystery……"
Hearing this, the other students couldn't help but become curious, and couldn't help but ask: "Professor Fan, don't be too pretentious. What kind of poem is it? How can it be so mysterious?"
Fan Ming chuckled and saw that everyone's emotions were aroused, so he chanted:
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands."
"Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven!"
As Fan Ming read slowly, coupled with the classical music coming from the speakers, for a moment everyone seemed to see a dangerous building hanging high in the sky, like a beautiful jade building in the sky. Standing on it and reaching out You can reach for the stars and the moon.
After reciting, Fan Ming still said: "This is exactly the song of Staying at the Mountain Temple at Night!"
Some students asked in confusion: "Later generations believe that this ancient poem was written by Li Bai in Huangmei County, HUB Province, and it was about Jiangxin Temple on the top of Caisheng Mountain in Huangmei County. But is there anything special about this ancient poem? It seems to be There’s nothing special about it, why does Teacher Fan teach this piece alone?”
Fan Ming smiled and said, "You cannot follow the rules when doing things. You have to innovate. There is no rule that what is recorded and described by previous generations must be correct. According to subsequent research, there is some doubt in Jiangxin Temple's statement. In fact, the location is not accurate."
"But there is another saying in unofficial history, or it can be said to be a legend."
"On his way to exile from Yelang, Li Bai once saw a magnificent Taoist temple. This Taoist temple came from the Nine Heavens, and there were even immortals in it. Therefore, he also came up with the saying 'Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavenly beings.' !”
"Because this 'Heavenly Man' refers to the immortals in Taoist temples. And the person who can pick the stars can naturally only be an immortal. That's why Li Bai said, 'Don't dare to speak loudly'."
"Based on this legend, there is another theory, that is, the 'Jiangxin Temple' in the title of this ancient poem actually refers to a Taoist temple. Because in ancient times, 'temple' and 'monastery' actually agreed."
"Of course, this is just a legend recorded in unofficial history. You can just listen to it."
After listening to Fan Ming's words, everyone's thoughts were running wild for a while, "Not to mention, compared to Jiangxin Temple, this legend seems to be more in line with the image of a dangerous building in the poem."
"But if the 'Jiutian Taoist Temple' is really used as a reference, why is there no record in the relevant historical documents, but the history books record Jiangxin Temple?"
"Perhaps it was misunderstood by later generations. After all, time has passed and no one knows what happened at that time."
"Maybe we made a mistake. What if it's a scene constructed based on Jiangxin Temple's imagination."
There was a lot of discussion and discussion for a long time, but there was no result.
Qi Xueqing, who was listening in the crowd, had his eyes brightened slightly, vaguely aware that this period of history was unusual, and seemed to be somewhat similar to the historical fog that he had studied before.
"If it's just a pure imagination, it seems a bit inappropriate. But if it's reality, what kind of building can support this five-character poem?"
Qi Xueqing murmured to himself, preferring to believe the legend told by Fan Ming. The Taoist temple from the Nine Heavens was more suitable for the scene described in the poem.
He couldn't help but have a faint doubt in his heart. Are there really buildings in the sky in the world?
Although the language of the whole poem is simple and natural, without using too many gorgeous words, and it is only 20 words, it is rich in imagination, ingenious and vivid, giving people rich associations and an immersive feeling.
Compared to everyone's amazement at the whole poem, Hu Xiaocao's heart moved slightly.
"Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens..."
Silently reciting the poem, she felt inexplicably that a thick purple energy flowed slowly inside her body.
Although she was in a noisy environment, the sounds became blurry, as if she was being transported into a special space.
Everyone had expressions of inquiry or excitement. Hu Xiaocao's face looked particularly calm, and his dark eyes were like unfathomable pool water, which would not be shaken by changes in the outside world.
Qi Xueqing glanced at it inadvertently, and was subconsciously attracted by Hu Xiaocao's temperament.
The surroundings were obviously extremely lively, but there was an incompatible and deserted feeling around this girl, as if she did not belong to this world.
But Hu Xiaocao had slowly closed his eyes at this moment, sensing the mysterious realm.
You can vaguely see the moon hanging in the sky, and the shadow of a Taoist temple is hidden in it, looming and full of endless mystery.
In the vague mist, a hazy mist rises, and a divine snake looms in it, coiled in the high sky, overlooking the world.
"Is that you, mountain god?"
There are faint ripples in the years, which are the long-lasting memories buried deep in time, and Hu Xiaocao is vaguely aware of them through the purple air.
The purple energy in Hu Xiaocao's body was the blessing given to Longyuan Village by a vision from the sky when Ye Qin formed the golden elixir!
At that time, a person attained enlightenment, and chickens and dogs ascended to heaven. Anyone who came into contact with the purple energy would have his body transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, just like those villagers and Sun Zhenbang.
Because Hu Xiaocao had the deepest connection with Ye Qin and had outstanding talent, he absorbed more purple energy in his body.
Coupled with the ancient scriptures donated by Ye Qin, she also gained some insights into practice, so she was able to clearly sense the presence of purple energy in her body.
This point is completely different from other villagers and Sun Zhenbang.
It should be noted that other people are unaware of the purple energy in their bodies and can only passively obtain some improvements. However, although Hu Xiaocao cannot control it, he can clearly perceive it.
"Jingle Bell--"
At the right time, as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone walked out of the classroom still unsatisfied. They were still discussing the content of the class. Several key words such as "Datang" and "Li Bai" appeared most frequently.
The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty makes people forget to leave, and Li Bai, known as the "Exiled Immortal", is even more talked about. Unfortunately, it is a fleeting cloud that will eventually slowly dissipate, leaving endless history and mystery for future generations. People comment and speculate.
The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and Li Bai complemented each other, resulting in many stories spread throughout history.
Just as Fan Ming was about to leave the classroom, Qi Xueqing stopped him and said, "Professor Fan, I really liked the class you just talked about, and I am very interested in the ancient poem you mentioned at the end."
Qi Xueqing's Historical Fog series has not been updated for a while, and a lot of netizens urged for updates in the comment area.
However, it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't. After all, such a popular science column is not easy to write. It requires a lot of time to research, verify and find information.
Qi Xueqing had no clue before. The cultural history of Daxia for thousands of years is like the endless flow of the Yellow River. It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find something related to the historical fog.
The contents of the previous issues were all exposed to him by accident, but now after taking this class, he already has goals and ideas. The main body of the next issue has already been decided, which is "Yesushan Temple" 》This ancient poem!
This is somewhat similar to "Carving the Boat and Seeking the Sword".
Hearing Qi Xueqing's words, Fan Ming was also very interested, "Does this classmate have any questions?"
"I think compared with what is recorded in history, Li Bai wrote about Jiangxin Temple on the top of Caisheng Mountain in Huangmei County. However, I have been to Jiangxin Temple before, and it is far from what is described in the lines of Li Bai's poems. Kind of domineering."
Fan Ming took a deep look at Qi Xueqing and understood what he was saying, "So you think there is something else in Li Bai's poem?"
Although Li Bai has a rich imagination, his poems about scenery descriptions have parallels in reality.
For example, where does the water of the Yellow River come from, how high is the Lushan Falls, how big are the snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain, how deep is the Peach Blossom Pond, how difficult is the road to Shu, as well as Baidi City, Yellow Crane Tower, Dongting Lake, Huangshan and so on.
Even if it is based on imagination, it is based on a certain scenery, and it will definitely not be based on groundless speculation.
Moreover, the awe in the poem is beyond words. It can also be seen from this that Li Bai must have seen similar scenes before, so he was inspired by it. Otherwise, he would not have these profoundly insightful sentences.
It’s just unclear where the scene was, whether it was what Li Bai saw and heard during his exile, or something else.
After listening to Qi Xueqing's thoughts, Fan Ming nodded appreciatively.
"It seems that you also have a lot of research on history. You and I have similar views. However, the records about unofficial history are also very vague and there is very little information left. If you are interested in this aspect, you can save my number and follow up. We can talk in more detail.”
Qi Xueqing was overjoyed, "Thank you, Teacher Fan."
Fan Ming waved his hand and said not to worry, "I'm glad that the school has a diligent and inquisitive student like you."
As the two chatted, everyone in the classroom had almost left. Apart from Qi Xueqing and Fan Ming, there was only one Hu Xiaocao still sitting in the empty classroom. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he had endless aftertaste. look.
Fan Ming also noticed her presence and couldn't help but take a few more glances, "This little girl is quite interesting."
Qi Xueqing said quickly: "She came here specially to listen to Teacher Fan's class."
Fan Ming was a little surprised. He originally thought that Hu Xiaocao was waiting for someone or had other things to do so he didn't leave. He never thought that he would come over to listen to his class. His eyes became kind and kind.
He took a step forward and said, "Kids, get out of class is over."
Hu Xiaocao woke up with a start and slowly opened his eyes. The eyes that were as clear as glass made Fan Ming feel a little dazed. He always felt that the girl in front of him had a special temperament.
Out of the dust and aloof, not like the human world.
Hu Xiaocao blinked and woke up from the mysterious feeling just now.
Feeling the changes in the purple energy in her body, she didn't know what kind of improvement she had gained.
I just didn't expect that after just one lecture, I felt something that seemed to be related to the mountain god.
Although Hu Xiaocao is young, his mind is very mature, and his face does not show any emotion. Instead, he asked, "Teacher, when is your next open class?"
Hearing this, Fan Ming couldn't help but feel curious, "How much of the content of this class can you understand?"
Hu Xiaocao said modestly: "I can understand most of it."
In fact, she could understand everything, but she just didn't want to attract too much attention. Even so, the level was very impressive.
Qi Xueqing couldn't help but secretly smacked his tongue, admiring Hu Xiaocao's intelligence. At his age, let alone understanding half of it, it was as if he was listening to what God said, completely confused.
Looking at Hu Xiaocao's sincere face, Fan Ming felt for some reason that the girl in front of him was not lying, because her eyes were too clear and not tainted with the tackiness of the world.
Fan Ming's eyes became more kind and kind, and he looked at Hu Xiaocao as if he were a junior in his family.
"Are these interesting to you?"
Hu Xiaocao nodded, as if he had thought of something, "Because of the influence of an elder, I like ancient historical texts very much."
Originally she wanted to say Grandpa Mountain God, but considering that there were outsiders present, Hu Xiaocao changed her story.
Now that she has grown up, she is not as ignorant as she was when she was a child, and she understands many things.
When she was outside, Hu Xiaocao never specifically mentioned the mountain god or what happened in Longyuan Mountain. Even her best friend in school kept her secret and did not tell her.
Fan Ming rubbed her head, "Reading history can make you wise, knowing the past can help you understand the present, and using history as a mirror can help you understand the ups and downs. It's good to have such a hobby."
In fact, this is only part of the reason. Hu Xiaocao wants to understand the content and meaning of those ancient texts, and his purpose is simply to practice!
Fan Ming liked Hu Xiaocao even more when he saw his extraordinary conversation and clear speech. "We were talking about Li Bai in class just now. What do you think of him?"
Hu Xiaocao pondered for a moment and said: "Li Bai wants to be an unparalleled scholar like Su Qin and Zhang Yi. What he wants most is worldly fame. Unfortunately, these are destined to lead an untimely life for him."
Different from the previous words of praise from those students, Hu Xiaocao's evaluation was neither a compliment nor a derogatory connotation. There was a strong sense of regret in the words.
This actually aroused Fan Ming's interest.
You must know that Li Bai was free and easy. He was obviously a scholar, but he was full of the temperament of a knight. He walked in the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty with a long sword in his hand. When the cold sword came out, he wrote extremely magnificent works with the heroic spirit of swallowing up all directions. of poetry.
This kind of behavior was unique in the world at that time, but it was called a genius by later generations. It is also the object of worship in the hearts of countless fashion-chasing teenagers in modern times.
Due to the deepening aura from the outside world, later generations have multiple layers of filters for Li Bai. There are not many comments like Hu Xiaocao, but he is original and refreshing.
"The Book of Jingzhou with Han" records: Bai, a commoner in Longxi, lived in the Chu and Han Dynasties. He was good at swordsmanship in the 15th century and spread among all the princes. He has 30 articles and has reached the rank of minister. Although he is less than seven feet long, he is ambitious. .”
"From the perspective of later generations, this is Li Bai's cover letter to Han Chaozong, a senior official in the dynasty. It is obviously too straightforward and politically immature, but his enterprising spirit cannot be concealed."
He lived in Shu during his boyhood. The beautiful peaks of Shu Mountain and the Taoist atmosphere of Emei, Qingcheng, gave Li Bai a romantic ranger and reclusive tendency in his character.
It can be seen from "Xia Ke Xing" that Li Bai admired Daliang City scholars like Zhu Hai and Hou Ying. Even if these two people are just people in the market.
It was okay in the age of war and strife. At least it could still reflect the king's courtesy and virtuous corporal, his discerning eye, and it could become a good story. However, the prosperous Tang Dynasty did not need unparalleled scholars. Such an identity and image would overshadow the glory of the monarch.
"On the Qingqiu Festival in Yuyuan, the sound of the ancient Xianyang road is extinguished. The sound is extinguished, the west wind lingers, and the Han family mausoleum. This song "Recalling Qin'e" may best reflect Li Bai's mood."
What are the isolated sounds on the Xianyang ancient road?
Perhaps it is the voice of the times of yesterday's national scholars. Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Ji Bu, Wei Gongzi, Zhu Hai, etc., those national scholars who established their reputations, all ceased to exist, and Li Bai was destined to be unable to realize his ideals and ambitions.
Only the lingering light of the west wind was left in front of him, blowing Li Bai's robes loudly.
Hu Xiaocao has unique insights and picks up poems from words, which shows her profound literary skills. Fan Ming and Qi Xueqing were dumbfounded when they heard this, which shows that what she just said was not groundless.
Fan Ming even smiled from ear to ear, "If you were to study in college now, I would definitely accept you as a closed disciple."
Qi Xueqing also lamented that the words of the girl in front of him could compare to many college students. This vision and intelligence even put him to shame even though he is quite knowledgeable in history.
Seeing Hu Xiaocao's unique vision and Qi Xueqing's enthusiasm, he couldn't help but want to ask, maybe he could hear a different answer from Hu Xiaocao's mouth.
"Then what do you think about "Night Staying in the Mountain Temple"? The strange thing about this poem that Professor Fan said is that the references in it seem to be different from those recorded in history."
Because of the historical doubts in the previous issues, Qi Xueqing believes that there is also historical fog in this poem.
Therefore, he was more inclined to the legend. Li Bai once saw that miraculous Taoist temple, so he wrote such a stunning and brilliant poem.
Hu Xiaocao pondered for a moment and couldn't help but think of the mountain god grandpa of Longyuan Mountain. In her insights just now, she also vaguely inherited a trace of historical memory.
It was very subtle, but very real. She was extremely sure that the heavenly being mentioned in Li Bai's poem must be Grandpa the Mountain God, right?
In this world, only Grandpa Mountain God has such a great ability!
But how could she speak out about such a thing?
After Hu Xiaocao thought for a moment, a look of imagination appeared on his face, and he muttered: "Maybe there are gods who can travel through history and let the ancients see it, so they left many secrets."
Hu Xiaocao had something to say, but apparently no one in the world could think of the truth.
Seeing Hu Xiaocao's innocent look, Qi Xueqing and Fan Ming looked at each other. They didn't expect that Hu Xiaocao's answer was so unexpected. They originally thought that she would quote scriptures like before, but they didn't expect that she would go astray.
It seems unreasonable and full of childlike charm, but when you think about it carefully, it doesn't look like something a child could say at all.
For a moment, there was some silence in the air, and no one spoke.
Seeing that Hu Xiaocao was young, Fan Ming began to love talents and said, "My office is in 203 Mingzhi Building. If you have any questions in the future, you can come and ask me for advice."
Hu Xiaocao's eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, "Thank you very much, Teacher Fan."
After all, he is a famous professor of history and literature in Nanchuan. In terms of knowledge and vision, he is definitely different from ordinary teachers. This trip is an unexpected surprise for Hu Xiaocao.
The three of them talked for a while, and seeing that it was getting late and it was time for lunch, they parted ways.
Qi Xueqing was about to leave, but he saw a book on the table. He flipped through it and found that it was full of dense handwriting. Juan's beautiful handwriting came into view, delicate and with a bit of free and easy feeling.
"Little sister, you left your notebook here."
Qi Xueqing looked up and saw that Hu Xiaocao had already left. He quickly chased after him, but there was no trace of Hu Xiaocao.
And because it was time to eat, there were more people on campus again. It was really not easy to find that little figure.
But no one noticed that among the crowd, there were several men walking on both sides of the road, their eyes constantly moving back and forth among the crowd, as if they were looking for something.
Among them, a man wearing black sunglasses couldn't help but complain: "This Hu Xiaocao is obviously a primary school student, why does he like to come to the university to attend lectures?"
The man on the side who was looking down at the book was actually observing the movements around him and said calmly:
"Perhaps she likes to join in the fun. This is good. It will make it easier for us to start. This Hu Xiaocao is in boarding school. If she doesn't come out in elementary school, it will be difficult for us to get in. In university, there are not so many restrictions."
The guards at universities are not that strict and you can still sneak in, but it is not easy in elementary schools.
The thin man took out a cigarette from his pocket, puffed away at it, and said with a somewhat puzzled expression:
"Why did the superiors ask us to kidnap a little girl this time? According to the investigation, Hu Xiaocao was born in a mountain village. He has no value and is worthy of our war."
The newspaper man is their leader, named Yang Wen. This time they received instructions from above to kidnap a girl named Hu Xiaocao.
"Let's just do as we're told. Of course they have their intentions above."
The person who instigated Yang Wen and the others was the previous overseas cultural relics sales organization, and the previous museum yellow talisman made the leader behind it think again. In order to obtain the mysterious oriental power to cure his illness, he once again focused his attention on Longyuan Mountain.
However, the previous waves of people they sent to the mountains all died. This time, the leader did not act rashly. Instead, he went through many twists and turns and finally found out the detailed information about Longyuan Mountain.
Including the many supernatural events in the past, as well as the government's mountain closure operation, it can be said to be extremely detailed.
Of course, if you want to check this information, it is not difficult.
But there is no clear evidence to prove whether it is the mountain god or other unknown forces.
In order to figure out the reason, the leader planned to start with Hu Xiaocao, because judging from the information obtained, Hu Xiaocao was the first person to contact and the person who showed that there was a mountain god in this mountain.
Yang Wen scanned the surroundings and quickly discovered the target person. Among the college students, Hu Xiaocao's size and appearance were relatively unremarkable, not to mention that they had been following him for a long time.
"Hu Xiaocao appears."
He quickly followed, and the others followed closely. However, there were too many people at this time, and Yang Wen planned to wait for Hu Xiaocao to go to a place with fewer people before taking action.
The thin man had a cigarette butt in his mouth and looked a little careless. "This operation is too simple. Such a little girl can be dealt with by just one person. Why send so many of us here?"
"You can't say that. This is also to ensure that the action is foolproof. As mentioned above, this time we must not fail!"
(End of chapter)
