The trunk was straight and straight without any bend. Under the big tree with dense branches and leaves, Chu Feng stood up and walked out.
"Zhang Wei, go out with Pindao."
"yes"
Zhang Wei stood up.
Outside the Changsheng Temple, Chu Feng stood quietly on the broad flat ground.
Zhang Wei stood aside with his hands down.
Chu Feng said: "Yesterday, you said that you no longer want the systems tied to your body?"
A look of bitterness suddenly appeared on Zhang Wei's face. These days, he has been tricked by these systems. He is an honest person, a successor, and a happy father. It can drive normal people crazy.
"I understand, please relax."
Chu Feng reached out and grabbed it, suction force came out from his palm, and several crystals of different shapes emerged. Immediately, the light flashed and everything disappeared.
Zhang Wei, who was no longer bound to the system, suddenly felt relaxed.
Chu Feng closed his eyes and looked at the captured system in the system space. In the dark-toned world, solid forms were floating one by one without any luster.
In the outside world, every system is an extraordinary thing, but here it is just an ordinary thing.
"Host, after many days of research, I can now confirm that the system inside is not all made by Han Ruo."
The mechanical sound of the Dao Ancestor inheritance system appeared in the system space.
Chu Feng's mind was moved. Before returning from the small world, he asked about the Dao Ancestor inheritance system. There were endless systems in the world. The origin of the system was uncertain at the time, and he gradually forgot about it. Unexpectedly, the system always remembered it.
According to the system, Han Ruo, who seems to be the big boss, is just a relatively strong being - similar to Skynet.
Who is the person hidden at the end, and how strong is it? For example, the person who created the system where myths descend into reality.
You must know that so far, the host of the mythical advent reality system has not yet appeared. There has been a lot of commotion.
"Host, there is something abnormal happening in the West."
The Dao Ancestor inheritance system suddenly reminded.
Chu Feng suddenly looked to the west. There was something unusual happening in a tomb hundreds of miles away.
Huh, another person is resurrected.
After a while of silence, Chu Feng raised his head and told Zhang Wei to call everyone out.
Soon, everyone arrived, including Hui Hai, Su Shi, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong.
"Go see another poet."
Chu Feng waved his hand and everyone, including himself, disappeared.
At the western foot of Qingshan Mountain in the southeast of Dangtu County, the beautiful landscape, buildings with southern colors, quiet and elegant archways, and twelve lampposts embedded with lightly carved stone statues make the Li Bai Cemetery peaceful and atmospheric.
I don't know when it was sunset, and the number of tourists gradually became less and less. Suddenly, a strong wind rushed into the cemetery, and there were flashes of thunder in the sky.
Tourists mistakenly thought it was going to rain and left one after another.
The staff, who had two or three kittens and mice, were also busy cleaning up.
Suddenly, a gust of cool wind swept into the cemetery, ignoring the continuous buildings, and went straight under the earth. In a space that was not too big, an ordinary-looking coffin lay quietly.
The cool breeze shook, stopped, and turned into six figures. Five people, one cat.
"This is the tomb of Li Bai, a poet of his generation, so shabby!"
Zhang Wei, standing on the far side, leaned against the wall of the tomb with a look of emotion on his face.
The black cat jumped onto Li Bai's coffin and turned to look at Zhang Wei with disdain.
"After all, Li Bai has a cemetery that occupies a large area. If you hadn't happened to be the Taoist priest by chance, you might not even be able to afford a tomb after your death."
Hui Hai, who is never late to add insult to injury, added: "It doesn't matter if you have background but not background, if you need connections, it doesn't matter, if you need money but not money, if you need contribution but not contribution, it is best to be buried at sea after death, and place your soul in the sea to save space."
Zhang Wei: "..."
Dong Dong Dong... a sound of knocking on the coffin board appeared.
No one spoke, and after waiting for a while, the voices stopped again.
Zhang Wei walked to Chu Feng and whispered: "Taoist Master, do you want to take action? The person is finally resurrected, but don't suffocate to death inside."
A smile appeared on Chu Feng's face, "It's rare for you to care about others so much."
Zhang Wei's face straightened and he said seriously: "Li Bai is my idol. When I was in school, I liked watching him brag the most. Well, no, it was his poems."
By accident, I spoke my mind.
Chu Feng shook his head lightly, "A resurrected person like him will not be suffocated to death for a while."
Zhang Wei said oh and stopped talking.
After a while, the sound of knocking on the coffin board appeared again. Just when everyone thought Li Bai was coming out, the sound disappeared again.
Chu Feng waved his hand, and the lid of the coffin fell off, and the nails on the coffin inside shot out.
If Li Bai figured it out, he could remove the coffin lid with just a little force.
After about ten breaths, the coffin lid moved a little, revealing a gap.
Zhang Wei poked his head over, and suddenly there was a sigh from the coffin, and the lid was closed again.
"Taoist Priest, what does he mean?"
Zhang Wei looked at Chu Feng in confusion.
"Li Bai prides himself on his literary talent. Each of you should recite a poem and give it a try."
Chu Feng said with a smile.
As soon as Zhang Wei heard the poem recited, he became interested. He walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Thousands of hammers will be used to dig out the deep mountains, and the fire will burn... I am not afraid of my bones being shattered into pieces, I want to leave my innocence in the world."
This is a poem by Yu Qian, a famous minister in the Ming Dynasty, which expresses the poet's willingness to not be afraid of sacrifice and his determination to uphold his noble sentiments.
As soon as this poem came out, the coffin lid immediately opened a little gap, and there was a vaguely deep eye moving.
Hui Hai, who has already practiced once, is also very popular in poetry.
"On the sunny day, I find beauty on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scene is for a moment... I can easily recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors."
This is a poem by Zhu Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the last two lines are famous lines handed down from generation to generation.
Unexpectedly, the coffin lid closed a little more.
Hui Hai's face darkened, and just as he was about to recite another poem, Hei Hai stepped forward and knocked him away.
"The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers into bloom at night. Even more, the stars blow down like rain. BMWs and cars fill the road with fragrance... Suddenly I look back, but that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
The coffin lid suddenly cracked open with a big gap, obviously he thought highly of this poem.
The black cat glanced at Hui Hai triumphantly, as if he was still awesome.
At Chu Feng's signal, Xu Jiarong stepped forward and said: "Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer new. There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years."
The lid of Li Bai's coffin could no longer be held down and was lifted directly.
Chu Feng waved his hand and pushed the coffin lid back.
"Who did it?"
A hoarse voice came from the coffin.
"Don't worry, there's another one"
Chu Feng glanced at Su Shi.
"I"
Su Shi woke up from the shock. He was really shocked by the poems recited by three people and a cat just now. Forget about people, even the poems recited by cats are so good. What kind of world is this?
"Why don't you just recite poetry? Don't leave ink marks."
Black Cat shamelessly pretended to be cool in front of Su Shi.
Su Shi thought for a while and said: "As the river goes eastward, all the waves are washed away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. Therefore, we build the west... life is like a dream, and one person returns to the river and the moon."
After being silent for a while, Li Bai in the coffin sighed: "I didn't expect that Li would meet so many talented poets and poets when he was reborn. I'm so lucky."
