Volume 7 Ma Mingfeng Xiaoxiao, the young man is raising his sword Chapter 208
Longtai Inn.
This Kyoto posthouse is no different from the prefecture and county posthouses. It occupies a very large area and has three courtyards.
There are small ponds and rockeries in each courtyard, and the scenery is also excellent.
Su Ling was upset and had no intention of looking at the courtyard scenery.
He still lowered his head as when he entered the door and walked slowly in.
I can't remember how many corridors I walked through, but even my walking steps were a bit mechanical.
Finally, in front of the last room in the last courtyard, Su Ling slowly stopped.
He looked forward.
The door is ajar but not closed. Not far from the door, there is a bamboo forest, which is deep, peaceful, noble and tranquil.
Su Ling concluded that Li Zhibai was in this room.
Su Ling had long heard that Li Zhibai liked bamboo, and there were many poems about bamboo among the poems he wrote.
Su Ling walked slowly to the door with heavy steps.
His hands seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. He raised his hands as if to knock on the door, but in the end he did not knock. He dropped them weakly in an instant.
Back and forth again and again.
Finally, he let out a long sigh and knocked gently on the door knocker three times.
A familiar voice sounded inside, as normal as usual.
"The door is unlocked, come in and sit..."
Su Ling then slowly pushed the door open and entered.
After entering the door, he looked up.
The interior of the house is simple, without any luxury.
The floor is paved with smooth bluestone tiles, and a copper stove is in the middle, with sandalwood lingering on it.
Looking further back, there is a large desk.
That desk is much wider than a normal desk.
But it was filled with all kinds of books, papers, and bamboo slips.
Even so, these books and bamboo slips still couldn't be put down, and there were still several piles folded in half on the floor under the desk.
After writing the desk, a person sat on the bench without raising his head. He held a pen in one hand and was concentrating on writing without knowing what he was writing.
It was Li Zhibai dressed in a green shirt.
It seemed that he felt someone coming in. For some reason, Li Zhibai did not raise his head, and the pen in his hand was still swiping like flying.
He just whispered: "If you want to ask for poems or words, just rest aside for a while. There is tea on the table, and you can do it yourself... I will finish transcribing this poem and essay...
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Su Ling did not speak, fearing to disturb Li Zhibai. She carefully sat on the chair and stared blankly at the Shixianxian in front of her.
However, after Li Zhibai said these words, he was still minding his own business, lowering his head and writing as fast as he could, and the bright color in his eyes became even more obvious.
What is he writing?
It may be a masterpiece, but how long does he have? Can he complete this masterpiece?
If he knew he was about to die, would he still be able to write books so calmly?
Su Ling thought in a daze.
After a while.
Li Zhibai finally put down his pen, picked up the scroll full of words and read it carefully, and then recited it softly.
Then he nodded happily, then raised his head and looked at Su Ling.
At first glance, I couldn't help but be stunned.
Su Ling also slowly looked at Li Zhibai.
For some unknown reason, neither of them spoke first.
After a long while, Li Zhibai spoke first, and said in a calm voice: "Zhibai just focused on the book and neglected Su Caopu (he didn't know that Su Ling is now a long history). It's really a bit shameless!"
Su Ling then forced out a smile, shook his head and said, "Everyone Li is concentrating on writing the book, as expected of everyone. Unfortunately, Su Ling came... and disturbed everyone's interest."
Li Zhibai nodded, stood up slowly, and turned around from behind the desk.
He walked to the chair opposite Su Ling and sat down, looking at Su Ling with a smile, as if waiting for something.
Su Ling's expression darkened, and she did not dare to look at Li Zhibai, so she had to lower her head.
Li Zhibai nodded slowly, and suddenly let out a long sigh: "Zhibai knows what Su Caopu came here to do... My time has come, and it's time to get on my way..."
When Su Ling heard this, he suddenly raised his head, stared blankly at Li Zhibai, who was still smiling calmly, and suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Everyone Li... I..."
Li Zhibai waved his hand and said: "Su Caopu doesn't need to say more. Zhibai knows that the Poet and Wine Immortal also has character, so how can he be willing to kill innocent people? You come here this time as if you are Sikong (he also doesn't know that Xiao Yuanche is already the prime minister)
) give me permission..."
Hearing this, Su Ling let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and said with a trembling voice: "Everyone Li...Su Ling can't help it! In Su Ling's heart, she actually has great respect for everyone Li's character in poetry and banishing immortals...
But......"
When Li Zhibai heard this, he burst into laughter, twirled his beard and said: "The Poetry and Wine Immortal calls someone Li a poet and banishes him to immortality, which is the greatest recognition of someone Li! Li Zhibai has no regrets!"
After saying this, Li Zhibai seemed to be talking to himself: "Actually, how can Li Zhibai be regarded as an immortal? After all, he was burdened by fame and wasted his own life!"
Su Ling said in a trembling voice: "Everyone Li, Su Ling also begged Prime Minister Xiao...but Su Ling was still incompetent and failed to save everyone Li!"
Li Zhibai waved his hand and said: "My death is destined to happen. The moment I set foot on Longtai, I knew in my heart that it was destined! However, there has not been such a grand poetry conference in the Jin Dynasty for many years. I know that even though I am dead, I still have hope.
I can hear a few famous poems at the Longhuang Poetry Conference that will go down in history!"
As he said that, Li Zhibai looked at Su Ling with a look of satisfaction and said sincerely: "It's a pity that Li Zhibai died today. I have no regrets. It's just because of the few poems you, Su Ling, wrote at Longhuang Terrace.
But it is a masterpiece that will last forever! I have just copied some of your poems into my book "Poetry and Prose of the Jin Dynasty". In this way, my wish has been forgotten...
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When Su Ling heard this, he felt even sadder in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Everyone Li... is the only poetry-relegated immortal in our Jin Dynasty... How can I compare with you!"
Li Zhibai waved his hand and said: "Su Ling, you are young and promising, and your talent is unparalleled. Why should you be humble? Zhibai will never misjudge people. In time, you will become one of the best in the literary world!"
Li Zhibai suddenly stood up and gave a big salute to Su Ling.
Su Ling was so panicked that he quickly stood up and came to help him and said: "Everyone Li, I can't do it, I can't do it... Su Ling doesn't deserve this gift from you!"
Li Zhibai stepped back and saluted Su Ling twice.
Su Ling was even more frightened and didn't know what to do.
But when he saw Li Zhibai making a big salute, he looked solemn and said seriously: "Su Ling, Zhibai knows that he is not going to die soon. The three big gifts I just performed are not to worship you, but to inherit the poetry of the Jin Dynasty literary world."
There is a great trust entrusted to you, so you should accept it."
Su Ling was startled and asked: "What do you mean by this, Mr. Li..."
Li Zhibai looked solemn, looked at Su Ling earnestly, and said with hope: "Zhibai's lifelong wish is to copy all the famous poems and essays in the Jin Dynasty and compile them into the "Collection of Poems and Essays of the Jin Dynasty". Now the book has been
It is divided into four volumes, each volume contains twenty volumes."
After saying that, he turned around and pointed to the bamboo slips piled on the table and said: "This is the "Collection of Poems and Essays of the Jin Dynasty" in four volumes, a total of eighty volumes. Zhibai thought, the Jin Dynasty is in troubled times now, but it is famous.
The articles cannot be lost and must be collected into a volume, so that future generations can know that I am the leading poet in the Jin Dynasty! This can be regarded as my last contribution to the Jin Dynasty and to the scholars and scholars all over the world."
Su Ling nodded sternly and said: "Master Li is the pure style of everyone..."
Li Zhibai smiled faintly and added: "Not only that, I also made translations and annotations for these eighty volumes of poems according to my own understanding. Zhibai is stupid, and maybe the words do not convey the meaning in some places, and I have not done my best, but it is also my hard work.
Also, when you came in just now, I happened to make an annotation for your song "Jiang Xue"."
Su Ling was silent. Only then did he realize that Li Zhibai had just written so hard just to annotate "Jiang Xue"!
Li Zhibai let out a long sigh, and then there were tears in his eyes, and said with regret: "It's just that I hurriedly hurriedly, but it's still too late. I still have two poems by you and one by an old friend of mine, Du Canyue."
One hundred and thirty-two poems will not be annotated in the future, so they will die!"
When Su Ling heard this, tears welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly turned around to leave, saying sadly: "I'm going to beg the Prime Minister..."
Li Zhibai pulled him hard and said with a troubled face: "No need...Su Ling, if you just ask me to live for three to five days, what's the use? Three to five days,
Can I annotate all the more than a hundred poems?"
After saying that, Li Zhibai's eyes filled with tears, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Death is inevitable, Zhibai has already determined to die after leaving Qinglian County! Everyone is subject to birth, old age, illness and death, how can I, Li Zhibai, live forever in this world?"
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Li Zhibai turned around and looked at the books on the table with reluctance. He shook his head and sighed: "These books are the result of my whole life's hard work! It's just that I am already a sinner. After I die, these books will definitely be destroyed."
Even if they are copied and burned, not even a single word will be left in the world! Who else in the history of the Qing Dynasty knows that I, the Jin Dynasty, also wrote magnificent poems?"
At this point, Li Zhibai was already in tears, trembling all over and unable to control himself.
Su Ling opened her mouth and tried her best to comfort Li Zhibai, but she didn't know what to say.
Li Zhibai suddenly grabbed Su Ling's hand and almost begged: "Su Ling, help me, help me, this poor man who is dying!"
Su Ling looked secretly and said: "The Prime Minister has already said that there is really no way to do this..."
Li Zhibai hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, no, no! I'm not asking you to help me survive, but..."
He suddenly pulled Su Ling to the table, pointed at the books on the table with trembling hands and said: "These books, and the books on the ground, cannot be burned. Now that I, Li Zhibai, have died, these four volumes, eight
The ten books must be passed down! Li Zhibai, the condemned person, begs you. I hope you will take the risk of offending Xiao Yuanche and collect this "Collection of Poems and Essays of the Jin Dynasty", and at the same time continue writing my unfinished annotations...
..Su Ling, I can only ask you for help!"
When Su Ling heard this, his heart surged, and a stream of blood burned in his chest.
He suddenly looked at Li Zhibai solemnly, nodded vigorously, bowed his hands and said: "After graduating from school, I swear an oath here! I will protect the eighty volumes of Li Zhibai's poems and essays as if I were my own life, and use what I have learned in my life to complete the work.
As for Li's unfinished poems and annotations, Su Ling also promised to release all the completed books to the world at the appropriate time so that they can be passed down through the ages!"
"If you violate this oath, God will hate you!"
When Li Zhibai heard this, his sadness turned into joy, he held Su Ling's hand and looked up to the sky and laughed heartily!
"Li Zhibai got what he wanted, so why die! What a pity to die!"
Suddenly Li Zhibai looked at Su Ling, and saw that this young man in white was in his prime and had unparalleled talent. He seemed to have seen himself back then.
"Su Ling, since you accept my book, are you willing to take me, a dying person, as your teacher?" Li Zhibai said word by word, bowing his head and sighing.
Su Ling was agitated, her heart surged, and she looked at Li Zhibai speechless.
Li Zhibai's expression darkened, and he sighed and said: "That's all, I am a person who has committed a capital crime after all. Being your master will bring you down!"
Su Ling hurriedly waved her hands and said: "No, no, no! I just feel that I am so virtuous and capable that I can be worshiped by Shi Banxian! I am both happy and frightened at the same time..."
When Li Zhibai heard this, he nodded happily and said, "Su Ling, I did not misjudge you after all! In this case, kneel down and bow to me three times, and call me master!"
Su Ling's legs went weak, and she knelt down solemnly in front of Li Zhibai, bowed three times, and called out: "Master!..."
I wanted to say something more, but my face was filled with tears and I couldn't stop crying.
Li Zhibai also had tears in his eyes and hurriedly helped Su Ling up, murmuring: "Okay! Okay!"
"When I, Li Zhibai, was about to die, I actually took in such an amazing and talented disciple. I am dead now! So that's what I wish! Hahahaha..."
Su Ling then said hurriedly: "No, my disciple came here today not to kill the master...but was ordered to take the master to death row...according to Xiao Yuanche's wishes, it is estimated that Master's execution day will be three days later."
When Li Zhibai heard this, he nodded with tears in his eyes and said: "Okay, it seems I can live for a few more days... It's not bad when I think about it!"
Li Zhibai then wiped away his tears and said: "Since I am not going to die immediately, my disciple has told you two things as master, and you must do them well in these three days!"
Su Ling hurriedly saluted and said: "Master, please give me orders! This disciple will not give up even if he dies!"
Li Zhibai nodded and said: "The first thing is, after I was taken away today, if you sneak in here in the dark night, you must take all the four and eighty volumes of the "Collection of Poems and Essays of the Jin Dynasty" and the annotations away from here, and you must protect them well. !Can my disciple do it?"
Su Ling nodded and promised, "Disciple can do it!"
Li Zhibai nodded happily, and then said: "As for the second thing... Disciple, come here!"
Su Ling hurriedly listened, Li Zhibai lowered his head and whispered in Su Ling's ear...