Heaven and earth represent the reverse journey of all things; time represents the passers-by of hundreds of generations.
And floating life is like a dream, how much joy is there? The ancients held a candle at night, which is a good thing. In addition, the spring calls me with a smoke scene, and I write a piece of paper. I meet in the garden of peach blossoms, and the joy of family relationships. All the seasons are handsome, all are beautiful.
For Hui Lian, we sing songs, and we feel happy alone. The quiet appreciation has not stopped, and the high talk turns clear. We have a beautiful banquet, sit on flowers, fly to the wine cup, and be drunk by the moon. Without good chants, how can we express our elegant feelings? Like poetry, it cannot be completed.
The fine is based on the amount of gold, grain, and wine.
——"Preface to the Spring Night Banquet from Di Peach Garden" by Li Bai
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Bai Fu's bones were cracked and his tendons were broken, his body was intact, and the pain was unbearable. After moving for a long time, he was able to lie down. Bai Fu scooped up a handful of food from the trough with his hands and put it into his mouth.
"Wow", Bai Fu spit it out.
The food was spoiled, the sour smell was unbearable, and I was vomiting endlessly. It felt like I had even vomited all my gastric juices.
Seeing the jailer passing by the door, Bai Fu begged in a hoarse voice: "Sir, please give me a sip of water."
The jailer sneered and poured a ladle of water on Bai Fu's face. Bai Fu didn't care about complaining and quickly wiped away the two drops of water on his mouth.
There was a shallow puddle in the cracks in the ground, with a few drops of water remaining. However, it was locked by the iron chain, and Bai Fu couldn't reach it with his fingers. He stared at the two drops for a long time, and his throat went dry several times.
Bai Fu leaned against the wall, looked at the narrow prison window, and let out a long sigh.
At this time, Bai Fu didn't know that his "head" was hanging on the Meridian Gate. For the first few days, he still expected someone to come to rescue him. Master, Gang Leader Jiang, Taifu Xu, Lord Changsun, or brother Li Yan, a disciple of the Sichuan Gang. But
Several days passed with no movement.
At the beginning, there was still a glimmer of fantasy in Bai Fu's heart, extravagantly hoping that the martial arts would not be completely abolished and could be regained. But apart from the wound healing, blood coagulation and scabbing, not to mention the Xuan Gong Qi, he could not even make a fist.
Bai Fu went from anger to extravagant hope, from hope to numbness.
The pain can be endured, the prison can be endured, the thumb of the right hand is chopped off, and the person cannot use a sword for the rest of his life, and he can still survive. But the tendons and hamstrings of the hands and feet are severed, the martial arts is abolished, and the hard work of more than ten years of cold and heat has been wasted. Who can turn a blind eye?
?!
Even if he survives, so what, he is still a useless person, and life is worse than death!
Pain is not terrible, but lack of hope is the most terrible thing.
Death is not difficult, living is difficult.
Bai Fu's heart was ashen, he went on a hunger strike and stopped drinking water, quietly waiting for the call of death.
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With a "clang", the iron gate of the cell door opened, and two jailers accompanied a woman in luxurious clothes into the cell. After the jailers retreated, the woman took off her cloak and hood, looked at Bai Fu with complicated eyes, and said after a long while: "
Senior Brother Fu, I thought I would never see you again."
Bai Fu was so weak that he reluctantly opened his eyes. After seeing the person clearly, he grinned: "Miss Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The person who came was none other than Bai Fu’s former junior sister—Yang Yichan.
Yang Yichan sighed: "I came back two days later than them. I didn't expect things to get to this point. It was His Majesty's will to kill you. Your Majesty only agreed to your imprisonment after my father and His Highness King Yong came forward to plead for mercy."
Bai Fu smiled and said nothing.
Yang Yichan sobbed: "Brother Fu, this matter is actually not your fault. It was your master who offended His Majesty and caused you to be implicated. If you persist for a few more days, maybe His Majesty will be relieved of his anger and agree to release you."
Bai Fu said calmly: "Being able to suffer for the master is also the duty of a disciple."
Yang Yichan looked at the scarred, stinky body, and the withered white face. She covered her face with her hands and cried loudly.
After a while, Yang Yichan stopped crying and said: "Brother, it's getting late, I'll leave first. I'll see you another day."
Seeing that Bai Fu was indifferent, Yang Yichan shed tears again.
Yang Yichan walked to the door of the cell, stopped, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Brother, tomorrow is my wedding day. I don't expect your forgiveness, I just want to take a look at you.
I'm sorry for you for something that has been weighing on my heart all these years. I'm afraid if I don't say it today, I will..."
Bai Fu said calmly: "Just tell me."
Yang Yichan plucked up the courage and said: "On Li Xuexuan's birthday that year, you asked me to invite Junior Sister Li to the celebration dinner of Shushan Sword Discussing, and to present the Water, Fire and Dragon Sword to Junior Sister Li."
Bai Fu nodded.
Yang Yichan sighed: "I went to the Qingyu Pavilion and invited Junior Sister Li, but I didn't mention the Water and Fire Prisoner Dragon Sword. I secretly made a love for you at that time, and I was jealous of Junior Sister Li, and I was afraid that you two would get along well..."
Bai Fu took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
It turns out that after the sword debate in Shushan, Taoist Qingxuan wanted to betroth his daughter Li Xuexuan to Bai Fu. Master Yuankong was worried that the two did not love each other, but because of the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker, they got married, repeating the same mistakes, and staged their own and
The tragedy of Taoist Priest Qingxuan's past.
Therefore, Master Yuankong came up with an idea to test the two people's affection for each other:
If Bai Fu is interested, then on Li Xuexuan's birthday, he will take out the Fire and Water Prisoner Dragon Sword that was left behind by his parents and give it to her as a birthday gift. If Xuexuan is interested, he will accept the Water Fire Prisoner Dragon Sword and give her his personal favorite sword, Sa Zi Sword, in return.
Taoist Qingxuan and Master Yuankong never expected that this plan would be overheard by Yang Yichan. Yang Yichan became jealous and took advantage of their subtle thoughts to sabotage the matter.
After Yang Yichan left, Bai Fu was heartbroken. But this time there were no tears, only deep resentment!
Now I am trapped in a deep prison, unable to fly with my wings. What can I do if I have only one anger?!
But from that day on, Bai Fu no longer stayed in a haze and waited for death. Bai Fu secretly told himself:
"There is no end to the road! As long as you don't give up on yourself, there is a glimmer of hope. Only by surviving can you get revenge. Even if you lose all your martial arts, you have nothing to fear and can make a comeback!
Just like the name Master gave himself: One Yuan begins again, and all things are renewed!"
In order to survive, Bai Fu forced himself to eat rotten food. He did not dare to chew it and could only swallow it in one bite. In order to supplement nutrients, he even did not let go of maggots.
In addition to food, Bai Fu also tried his best to drink sewage from the cracks in the ground. When he took the first sip of water, tears streamed down his face.