Volume 7 Ma Mingfeng Xiaoxiao, the young man is raising his sword
In the cold wind and rain, a prison car was escorted by a group of soldiers and marched slowly towards the Return to Heaven.
As the prison car was moving, students and civilians kept kneeling on both sides of the road, looking sad and calling Li Zhibai's name.
Along the way, people kept chasing the prison car along the road in the wind and rain, looking sad and completely ignoring the cold rain.
The sky was crying, so it used this cold rain to soak through the boiling hearts of so many poor people.
Yang Shuzu, who was born in a famous family, was noble enough. Even if the Longhuang Tower exploded and so many people died, he was still safe.
However, Li Zhibai, who came from an ordinary and humble family, no matter whether he was dubbed a poet or a poet or a poet, his poems had become so popular that ordinary people, women and children knew them.
There is a saying in the Jin Dynasty that every place with wells and water is praising Li Zhibai.
What is eulogized is Li Zhibai's poems that will be remembered throughout the ages, and what is eulogized is people's respect for the character of this poet who came from a humble background.
However, in the Jin Dynasty, all descendants of the wealthy family could be tolerated. No matter how heinous the crimes were, they could not tolerate a literary great who emerged from the poor people!
This is the so-called Jin Dynasty that encompasses thousands of things! This is the vision and mind of the so-called superiors.
How pathetic!
The prison car squeaked and made a heavy sound, like the unwilling sighs of the boundless ghosts underground.
Li Zhibai stood tall and tall on top of the prison car. His clothes and skirt were already soaked by the cold rain, and his face was also covered with rainwater.
His face was calm, and despite the desolate calls in his ears from the students chasing the prison car, he closed his eyes tightly, raised his head to the sky, and said nothing.
The cold rain fell like a waterfall, hitting his face.
But he still held his head high, as if he was never afraid of the cold wind and rain.
Behind me, thousands of students are lying on their knees, and in front of me, the wind and rain are miserable and the road is cut off.
After the prison car made its final journey, it finally slowly stopped.
The cage opened, and Li Zhibai's slightly closed eyes opened. He gently shook off the rainwater on his face, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the wooden platform in front of him, which was less than a foot above the ground.
The wooden platform was empty except for a wooden pile platform. The color of the wooden pile platform seemed to be slightly dark red because it was stained with blood.
Is that where my head was cut off?
Li Zhibai thought lightly, and a smile flashed on his face.
There is unwillingness, desolation, disdain, but also peace and tranquility.
This moment has finally arrived.
If it had been anyone else, they would have turned pale and turned into a pile by the time they got here.
But Li Zhibai seemed more calm and indifferent than usual. Although his face was pale, there was light in his eyes.
The jailer beside him seemed to feel that Li Zhibai's movements were a little slow, and suddenly urged him sternly: "Go faster, what are you waiting for?"
As he said this, he came to push him.
Li Zhibai's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Li can leave on his own, no need to bother..."
As he said this, he strode out of the prison car without any fear at all.
It's just that he got off the bus.
Then he saw hundreds of young scholars in front of him, wearing the blue and white Imperial College Confucian uniforms. Suddenly, they desperately broke through the soldiers guarding the roadside and rushed towards them like a tide.
The soldiers couldn't stop drinking and looked helpless.
The people on the roadside suddenly became commotion, and the crowd surged forward.
"Everyone Li... Everyone Li!"
Among the crowd, people kept shouting. "Everyone Li is not guilty! Let everyone free! Everyone Li is not guilty..."
The sound waves rise and fall one after another, one wave higher than the other.
After all, these are ordinary people, just ordinary people. Facing soldiers with sharp spears and sharp blades, they can only go with the flow, shout slogans, and boost momentum.
In addition, the imperial court knew that someone must be in trouble today, so it sent several times more soldiers.
Therefore, ordinary people cannot go near it no matter what.
However, those Confucian scholars who were students of Taiyue College did not dare to stop them at all costs. Taixueyue, the highest academic institution in the country, has many important ministers in the future. If they are all offended today, they will still have good consequences in the future.
So the soldiers only blocked it for a moment, and then let the hundreds of Taixue students go.
But seeing these hundreds of students swarming in, no more than three feet away from Li Zhibai, a student suddenly shouted: "Students, kneel down!"
The wind and rain are miserable, and the sky is filled with curls.
These hundreds of Taixue students all threw off their clothes and knelt down on the ground. For a moment, their clothes were flowing into the rain, and they became one unified body.
Hundreds of Tai students knelt on the ground, mourning and mourning.
"knock--!"
With a shout, hundreds of students kowtowed to Li Zhibai, causing the water on the ground to splash in all directions.
Li Zhibai originally looked calm, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sad and his heart was shaken.
He let out a long sigh and burst into tears.
"Everyone, everyone, please get up quickly. How virtuous and capable is Li Zhibai? Li Zhibai cannot bear this bow..."
Li Zhibai's hands were trembling and he came to help the first student.
However, the handcuffs on his hands were heavy and it was quite difficult for him to help him.
In addition, these hundreds of students insisted on kneeling and refused to get up. Li Zhibai could not help any of them no matter what.
Li Zhibai was anxious, fearing that the superiors would be angry with these imperial students, so he had to shout loudly: "Everyone! Listen to me, you are all outstanding talents selected by our great ministers. If you can enter the imperial college, you will be more likely to be admitted."
It is an honor with status and a promising future. Everyone please hurry up and don’t make mistakes because of me, a death row prisoner of the imperial court. If you are really implicated because of me, Li Zhibai will not be able to rest in peace when he dies!"
However, these hundreds of students still knelt down and shouted in unison: "Everyone Li is not guilty!..."
At this moment, in the execution shed inside Guitian Terrace, figures moved, and the executioner came over with a serious look on his face.
The person responsible for supervising Li Zhibai's execution was a minister from the imperial court's criminal department. His surname was Wang and his given name was Liangjue. He looked to be in his fifties, with a black beard mixed with some white, and a solemn look on his face.
Seeing the imprisoning officer coming, the soldiers nearby were so panicked that they hurriedly raised their umbrellas and came over.
Wang Liangjue first glanced at the large group of Tai students kneeling nearby without scolding them, then walked up to Li Zhibai and actually raised his hand towards Li Zhibai.
Li Zhibai was so panicked that he quickly returned the salute. As he raised his hand, the iron shackles shook.
Li Zhibai said with sincerity and fear: "Your Excellency is personally ordered by the imperial court to supervise and execute officials. Mr. Li cannot be treated like this..."
Wang Liangjue was not at all scornful because Li Zhibai was about to be executed. He said respectfully in a deep voice: "Everyone Li, there is no need to belittle oneself. Everyone knows that Li Zhibai really left a few famous works for us in the Jin Dynasty."
I am tired, but I am sentenced to this death penalty. If the character of the Li family cannot bear the courtesy of this official, who can?"
Li Zhibai was moved and asked hurriedly: "Master Wang speaks his mind directly, but he is also a virtuous man. I don't know that Master Wang has a special name."
Wang Liangjue hurriedly raised his hands and said: "I am the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment - Wang Liangjue. Today, I am supervising and executing the Li family. I am acting under orders, and I don't want to in my heart. However, it is my duty. I hope that everyone Li will not be surprised!"
Li Zhibai's heart trembled, and he took a closer look at Wang Liangjue in front of him, and then smiled and praised: "It turned out to be a member of the Wang family, a famous scholar in Bazhou, Mr. Wang Liangjue. If Mr. Wang can speak like this, it's really not bad.
The Wang family is such a famous family! How can a certain death row prisoner be so strange!"
Wang Liangjue then raised his hands and sighed: "I have been fascinated by the style of Mr. Li for a long time, but it's a pity that we meet here, why don't you make me sad... Fortune plays tricks on people, fate plays tricks on people.
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Wang Liangjue cupped his hands towards Li Zhibai again, then turned to face the hundreds of imperial students who were still kneeling and said in a solemn voice: "Everyone! Wang Liangjue also knows what you are thinking. The person who came to see off the Li family today is
, more than tens of millions? Everyone in the entire Jin Dynasty who can come, and those who cannot come, are silently paying attention to this matter! But why did everyone in Li come to this place? It is nothing more than a heart of boxing and learning. He spent his life in
Complete a major event for the literary world of students all over the world! If you still block here like this, the emperor will be furious, the court will punish you again, and you will be expelled from Taiyuan University.
, I have let down the hearts of everyone in Li, but it is a big deal! You should disperse quickly before Tianwei can blame you, so that everyone in Li can go on the road with peace of mind, what do you think?"
When these hundreds of Tai students heard this, their hearts felt desolate. They understood that the Shangguan Wang Liangjue in front of them was right, but they still couldn't bear the thought of Li Zhibai dying like this.
I don’t know who shouted first: “Then please be brave enough to ask Mr. Jianzhanguan to make it easier for me to banish immortals to Jin Dynasty poetry. I can write a poem for the last time!”
After saying this, everyone became excited. In an instant, everyone was shouting loudly: "Yes, give everyone Li a pen and paper, and let everyone write the last famous piece!"
The sound waves got louder and louder than ever before and never stopped.
Wang Liangjue did not dare to make the decision, so he had to turn around and return to the execution shed to discuss with the officials who were also in charge of execution. Most of the officials thought that this matter was okay. If Li Zhibai was not allowed to write his last poem, it would be difficult to calm the tens of millions of people.
their indignation.
Wang Liangjue then walked back again. Li Zhibai and hundreds of imperial students who were still kneeling approached. They first raised their hands to Li Zhibai and said: "Since the common people and students are so willing, I wonder if Li Zhibai would like to stay."
The last famous piece?"
When Li Zhibai heard this, he looked solemn and said: "That's why I don't dare to ask you for what I want!"
Wang Liangjue nodded, and suddenly said loudly to the kneeling imperial students and the excited people: "I have made the decision, and everyone Li agreed. I wish to write the last poem, and then die calmly!"
Don't be so sad and disturb everyone's mood when writing poems. Since I have agreed to everyone's request, everyone should step back when they should and strictly abide by the order here after everyone has written poems.
Everyone, Li, go on your journey with peace of mind!"
When hundreds of students saw this, they really had no other option in mind. It was impossible to keep Li Zhibai alive, so they all agreed respectfully.
But Wang Liangju suddenly shouted loudly towards the prison shed: "Paper and pen are waiting for——! Let everyone write poems in peace!"
A soldier had already trotted over with pen and paper in hand.
It was just raining heavily. As soon as I took it over, the paper was wet from the rain, but I couldn't write on it.
Wang Liangjue asked someone to change paper and pen again, and suddenly snatched the umbrella from the hands of the soldier who was holding it to protect him from the rain. He came to Li Zhibai in two steps and said, "Everyone Li can write poems in peace, Wang Liangjue can't
Cai, personally hold the umbrella for everyone Li!"
Li Zhibai was grateful for Wang Liangjue's righteousness and hurriedly said: "Thank you..."
But when Li Zhibai held the pen, the iron cuff on his hand was too heavy and he couldn't hold the pen.
Wang Liangjue saw this in his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Left and right, take off the shackles and torture!"
The soldiers on the left and right were stunned for a moment, thinking to themselves that this was a person appointed by the imperial court to die. If they were to be fettered and tortured at this time, how could they bear the consequences if someone escaped?
While the soldier was hesitating, Wang Liangjue raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly: "Why are you hesitating? I am the supervisor and beheading officer. If anything happens, I will bear the responsibility! Hurry up...
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The soldiers on the left and right came over reluctantly, and with trembling hands, they removed the shackles on Li Zhibai's neck and the iron cuffs on his hands.
Li Zhibai was no longer worried, and suddenly he cupped his hands towards Wang Liangjue and said, "Well, thank you, Mr. Wang!"
As he spoke, he flicked his long beard, immediately picked up his pen and dipped it in thick ink.
"Boom--" A sharp flash pierced the sky, and a muffled thunder resounded throughout the sky.
The wind and rain are like darkness, and the thunder and lightning are brilliant.
Li Zhibai held the pen in his hand, thought for a moment, then leaned over the white paper and started writing.
At first, the writing was a little slow, and I only wrote the first three characters. However, the direction of the writing suddenly changed, and the writing started to move faster and faster.
Like a swimming dragon, its momentum is astonishing.
The rain and wind suddenly seemed to be afraid of the sharpness of the writing, and became silent and lingering.
After a while, Li Zhibai's last poem was completed. Suddenly, he clenched the pen tightly in his right hand, with a tragic and heroic expression, and started reciting the last poem in front of everyone in the world.
The voice was desolate and powerful, ethereal and sad.
"Why wander away, why Tuanluan is missing.
Why the long separation, why the uneasiness!
The tip of the pen asks the question of heaven, and the ink is stained with blood!"
In the midst of the darkness, Li Zhibai continued to recite the poem for the last few times. Thousands of people present followed Li Zhibai and started reciting it in a low voice.
Its voice is majestic and its power is majestic!
But when he saw Li Zhibai, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and said: "After Li Zhibai wrote this poem, there will be no more poems in the world to banish immortals. If you die, you will die. Good luck! Good luck!"
After saying this, I saw him lifting up his sinful clothes, regardless of the heavy rain all over his body, he climbed up to the Guitian Terrace and stood in the middle of the Guitian Terrace.
The voice is faint and pitiful without any regrets.
"Since the Immortal who was banished by poetry has passed away on the platform, he must die standing up and never kneel down! Let's carry out the execution!"
"Dong dong dong——" Three soul-chasing cannons rang out.
Wang Liangjue couldn't bear to watch anymore, turned around with his hands behind his back, and shouted sadly: "Swordsman, prepare for execution!"
But I saw a strong and majestic swordsman holding a ghost-headed sword in his hand. He suddenly drank a bowl of turbid wine. With a "pop" sound, all the wine in his mouth was sprayed on the blade of the sword.
In the pouring rain, the swordsman raised the ghost-headed sword high, and the blade made a shrill sound as the raindrops hit it.
Li Zhibai suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the small window of a private room on the second floor of the restaurant a few feet away.
But under the rain curtain, in the wind and rain, in front of the small window, the young man in black was already standing.
Tears rolled down Li Zhibai's eyes, and he suddenly shouted sadly at the young man in black in front of the small window: "Li Zhibai passed away today!"
While shouting, he exerted all his strength with his right hand.
"Click--" With a sound, the pen tightly clenched in his hand instantly broke into two pieces.
In the cold wind and rain, the young man in black clothes in front of the window suddenly moved.
But when he saw his afterimage, he came to the table. Without hesitation, he opened the black cloth bundle.
What catches the eye is a large iron bow.
The young man in black held his bow in his hand, raised the bow and nocked an arrow, and came to the window in an instant.
When the bow was straightened, the tip of the gleaming arrow pointed directly at the heart of Li Zhibai, who was standing a few feet below.
Tears flashed in the young man's eyes. He pulled the bow with his right hand and the bowstring was fully drawn in an instant.
The next moment, as long as he lets go, Li Zhibai will be hit by an arrow and die instantly.
But at this critical moment, the young man in black burst into tears, and his handsome face was filled with broken sadness.
All kinds of emotions emerged in an instant, and the hand that pulled the bow started to tremble.
However, time did not allow him to heal all his emotions.
The executioner had already roared, which meant that the killing sword would fall at the next moment.
The young man's eyes were filled with fire, forcing himself to be calm and calm!
Aiming at Li Zhibai's heart, he suddenly relaxed his hold on Yu Ling's hand.
With a sharp whistle of "Whoosh--", the bow and arrow were like stars and fire, cutting through the rain curtain and heading straight for Li Zhibai's heart.
The young man thought silently in his heart: Master, my disciple will send you on your way!
In an instant, the bow and arrow roared sharply, hitting Li Zhibai's heart without any hesitation.
Li Zhibai's body suddenly shook violently. He took his last breath and slowly looked at the arrow embedded in his heart.
Slowly showing a smile of relief, darkness came in an instant.
The next moment, Li Zhibai's body slowly fell...
"Wow -" The crowd surged wildly, and this fatal arrow from nowhere was like a thunderclap, shocking everyone to the spot. Within a few seconds, there was chaos on and off the stage.
Countless crowds of people rushed straight towards Li Zhibai's fallen body.
Wang Langyue rushed over and picked up Li Zhibai. When he saw that Li Zhibai's life had long since been cut off.
The entire Guitian Terrace suddenly fell into chaos.
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Let’s talk about the young man in black in the private room on the second floor of the restaurant who shot Li Zhibai to death with one arrow.
But suddenly he seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground.
"Dang, clang, clang--" The iron bow fell to his side, making a harsh sound.
The young man in black had tears in his eyes and smiled miserably. He seemed to be praying and murmuring to himself: "Master, I have done both of the two things you asked me to do. I left you with the whole body."
, Master, please go in peace..."
Time did not allow him to be too sad, because something unexpected happened at Guitian Terrace, and there must be soldiers from the imperial court looking around for the person who made the sudden attack.
The young man in black quickly stood up, lifted the door curtain, walked out of the private room quickly, and climbed down to the floor.
Looking at the first floor again, the building was empty before anyone else. Everyone knew about the incident at Guitian Terrace and rushed to see it.
The young man in black took one look at it and walked quickly to the door without any delay.
Outside the restaurant.
Dark clouds and miserable rain, cold wind and thunder.
The young man didn't waste a breath. He moved lightly in black clothes and plunged into the wind and rain of the devastated country. His force was like thunder and his shape was like lightning.
I don't know how long he has been walking so fast and where he is going.
Until it was already far away from Guitian Terrace.
In front of you is a long street.
The eyes were full of loneliness, not a soul in sight.
The long street was empty, and there was a heavy cold rain, which was like a river boiling over the sea.
The young man in black seemed to have lost all his strength and knelt down sadly on the ground in the wind and rain.
On the long street.
A person, a shadow, and a lonely sky.
For a long while, the young man in black kowtowed three times in the direction of the Return to Heaven Terrace before standing up again.
His steps were slow, his soul was lost, and he could only repeat his murmurs over and over again, his voice was sad and desolate.
"The immortal poet has broken his pen, the troubled times are desolate, the mountains and rivers are windy and rainy;
Life is long, thousands of miles away, and sad songs are everywhere..."
He repeated it over and over again, long streets, wandering souls... This chapter has been completed!