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Chapter 119 Find him, you must find him!
"I heard that Chang'an's plum blossoms are blooming!"

On an unknown small island in the East China Sea, Meng Haoran looked in the direction of Chang'an and sighed.

"It's already a cliff of hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches!"

"Now I suddenly understand why Taibai defends that kid so much."

He Zhizhang stroked his beard and said lightly, "They are so similar!"

"Shouldn't you be another 'banished immortal'?"

Meng Haoran thought of the funny things back then, and couldn't help joking.

He Zhizhang chuckled, "He's not a banished immortal. This person lacks a bit of Taibai's fairy spirit, but he has the domineering spirit of an emperor!"

Meng Haoran kept silent, it's not fun to talk about it!
"Speaking of which, I recently discovered an interesting little thing!"

He Zhizhang didn't say any more, and there was a stone slab about a foot long and half a foot wide in his hand when he raised his hand. He swiped at the stone slab, and a stream of light flew towards Meng Haoran.

"Looking for Li Bai?"

Meng Haoran raised his hand to catch Liu Guang, and after reviewing it, he said, "It's interesting!"

Of course, to them, it is indeed just a little bit interesting. In their eyes, poems of this level are still a little bit short.

……

The data of "Looking for Li Bai" is much better than that of "You Are Still By My Side". One is because the trumpet [Beihai] was drained last time and attracted some fans. On the other hand, everyone suddenly It seems that Dagan has not heard the news of Shixian Taibai for a long time, and he couldn't help but resonate with it, and subconsciously applauded.

In Annan City, in the barracks and barracks in the western part of the city, a thin Confucian in Tsing Yi was holding a book and reading at night.

The recent turmoil in southern Xinjiang, Li Mubai, who is an Annan garrison, has endless things to deal with during the day, and only in the middle of the night can he have a moment of peace.

"Looking for Li Bai?"

Seeing this topic, he clicked in without hesitation.

His father named him Mu Bai, and what he admired was Taibai, the Immortal of Poetry. Under his father's influence, he naturally had a special feeling for Li Bai.

[The haughty boots still fall

In Gao Lishi's shameful and angry hand, the person disappeared]

In Dagan, there was no such thing as Gao Lishi holding his boots, but he also read the article "The Immortal", presumably this is what happened in the story.

read on.

This poem is only a few hundred words, this kind of poem doesn't talk about the rhyme and format, Li Mubai was a little bit repelled at first.

But while reading it, he actually felt a soul-stirring epic feeling, and after reading it, he felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness in his heart. This kind of regret combined with the reality that Li Bai hadn't appeared in Dagan for many years made his heart feel as if Both are missing a piece.

"When the wine enters the guts, seven percent becomes moonlight, and the remaining three percent howls into sword energy. Once you spit it out, half of it will dry up!"

After reciting this line, Li Mubai felt his chest throbbing, and couldn't help but lift the jug beside the table, and drank a big gulp of strong wine.

As soon as the strong wine entered his stomach, it seemed as if there was a burst of energy burning in his chest and abdomen, the talent in his body began to boil, and even Zhou Haoran's energy around him also boiled.

The swelling feeling coming from his body made Li Mubai couldn't help but let out a long roar.

Puff puff……

Following this long howl, the moonlight in the sky instantly brightened a little, and the arrogance that boiled around him instantly turned into streaks of sword energy, shooting forward like a rain of swords!
The wooden walls of the barracks were shot into powder.

A wall was shattered, and the entire barracks collapsed to the ground after struggling in vain amid creaking noises.

cough... cough...

It wasn't until he was hit by the collapsed house that Li Mubai recovered from the shock of the sudden appearance of the sword energy. He raised his hand and a breeze blew away the flying dust, and he walked out of the ruins in disgrace.

"Master Li."

"There are assassins?"

At the same time, the patrolling soldiers rushed over when they heard the movement, surrounded Li Mubai to protect them, and looked around vigilantly.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Li Mubai waved his hand, "Just now I was just experimenting with the newly learned Confucianism, I didn't master the strength well."

The patrol leader looked around for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he saluted and led the soldiers to continue patrolling.

Li Mubai's heart was full of shock, "This is actually a battle poem!"

Although he doesn't want to admit that this thing is a poem, since it can inspire Confucianism, it means that it has been recognized by the world, and it is not important whether he recognizes it or not.

Thinking in his heart, Li Mubai had already walked towards Yanwu Square.

Stand still in the center of the square, mobilize your talents, and seduce the arrogance of heaven and earth, [The wine enters the guts, seven points become moonlight, and the remaining three points roar into sword energy, and half of the embroidered mouth is full when you spit out]

As he chanted, Li Mubai felt his talent surge, and his grandeur condensed around his body in an instant.

With the preparations this time, the Grandeur Qi did not spew out uncontrollably. With a thought, these Grandeur Qi condensed into one stream, turning into a three-foot-long, one-inch-wide sword Qi, which was as cold as moonlight, suspended in the air. In front of Li Mubai.

"go with!"

With a wave of Li Mubai's hand, the sword energy left an afterimage on the spot, and flew towards the puppet made of special materials in the distance.

puff!
The sword energy pierced through the puppet easily, turned around in the air, and Ruyan returned to Li Mubai like returning to her nest.

"It's so strong!"

Li Mubai was overjoyed, his gaze became hot when he looked at this sword energy.

The power of this sword energy is about [-]% stronger than the strongest offensive Confucianism he has mastered!
Don't underestimate this [-]%. On the battlefield, even one point is the difference between life and death. This [-]% can increase the combat effectiveness of a large army by [-]%!

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, he knew that the moon should also have a bonus to this Confucianism. If it was used during the day, it might not have such terrifying power.

But now he has only just comprehended this Confucianism, as his research on this Confucianism deepens, the power of this sword energy should increase by another [-]%!

But soon Li Mubai shook his head, it should only increase his power by [-]% at most.

Because this poem is easy to understand, it seems that there is not much room for further study, and the potential is lower than that of ancient poems, but even so, when he studies it thoroughly, the power displayed during the day should not be weaker than his current Confucianism .

What makes his eyes shine even more is that this battle poem is easy to understand, and there is basically no threshold. Confucianism cultivators can quickly comprehend it and form a good fighting power!
You must know that although the ancient poems handed down from generation to generation are good, not everyone can comprehend them. It often takes Confucianism cultivators to spend a lot of time studying and pondering, so as to form combat effectiveness.

Keren's time and energy are limited, if he focuses on the study of Confucianism, it will inevitably affect the practice of Confucianism and Taoism.

So all along, there have been many Confucianism cultivators who only focus on academics, and their combat effectiveness is basically zero, even some semi-sages are like this!
If this kind of war poetry can be promoted, there will be more such war poetry...

"No, I have to write a memorial and report it immediately. I must find this author named [Bei Hai]. We need such talents!"

"Find him, you must find him!"

Li Mubai hurried to his barracks, only to find that the barracks had just collapsed by him...

When he was young, he changed to another barracks. Li Mubai, who had finished writing the memorial, looked up at the moon in the sky, scratched his ears, and jumped a little anxiously.

"Why can't I write a single word?"

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