I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 97 This letter will be remembered for eternity.
Back at the guest house on the mountain, the dust on the ground spontaneously avoided the path Jiang She had walked.

Cats are clean animals; they walk on all four paws, only picking up a tiny bit of dust. Soon, it noticed that the areas where people walk are even cleaner, and it stared at them with its round eyes for a while.

I took a careful step, tiptoeing behind the person.

The cat jumps one step for every step the person takes.

If Jiang She had walked too slowly...

The cat even let out a soft meow, as if urging the cat on.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu were sitting at a table writing, with a rag draped over it. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw a leisurely man in blue robes putting down a wooden bucket he was carrying.

"gentlemen!"

Jiang She responded and walked over. "What are you writing?"

“Write a letter to Master Mencius.”

Li Bai picked up his pen again. He wrote extremely quickly, and when he wrote to Master Meng, he didn't need to think much; the words flowed from his pen freely and unrestrainedly.

Yuan Danqiu glanced at it from the side.

He read it aloud in a low voice:

"Lanling... fine wine, tulip-scented, served in jade bowls, gleaming like amber..."

"Is this a new poem you wrote?"

"A casual creation."

Li Bai smiled, finished writing on one sheet, picked up another, and continued writing about drinking wine in the mountains. Yunmeng Mountain was a secluded place, and he didn't explicitly tell Meng Haoran the location, but only wrote about the feeling of drinking together under the clear breeze and bright moon.

Yuan Danqiu picked it up and looked at the sheet he had finished writing.

After reading it, he remained silent.

After waiting for a long time, until Li Bai finished writing the whole poem, he picked up his pen again and continued to tell Master Meng about the sacrifice he had dreamed of and the snow falling on the mountain.

Yuan Danqiu sighed:
"Li Bai has great poetic talent; he has written down everything I was thinking."

He handed it to Jiang She to see.

Jiang She sat down and picked it up to take a look.

The first thing that catches the eye is the poem attached below: "When did the moon first appear in the blue sky? I pause my cup to ask this question..."

He wrote freely and spontaneously, describing how he watched the moon from the mountaintop, drank wine while feeling the mountain breeze, and saw the sea of ​​clouds surging in the distance. He also mentioned to Meng Haoran that Danqiu Sheng had been fishing on the mountaintop for several days but had caught nothing.

Write about the ancient things I saw in my dream.

Write about sacrifices, write about history.

He wrote about immortals, a man from the Shang Dynasty, and how he got drunk and woke up to find...

A drunken stupor lasts for years.

There was some exaggeration in it. Jiang She examined the poem written on the letter, and Yuan Danqiu was also looking at it, his face very close to the letter, slowly reading it word by word:

"The moon of today is not the moon of old."

"The moon that shines today once shone on people of the past."

"The ancients and the people of today are like flowing water, all gazing upon the same bright moon..."

After he finished reading, Li Bai also stopped writing, having written a total of seven sheets of paper for Master Meng.

Yuan Danqiu wasn't as verbose as Li Bai; he had already finished writing. In the letter, he mentioned observing the abbot of Hongdao Temple refining medicine for Prince Qi. He also said that upon waking up, he discovered that several months had passed; before drinking the wine, it was a hot summer day, but upon waking, it was snowing.

I wonder how astonished Master Meng was when he saw this.

Li Bai put down his pen.

He was quite pleased with himself and asked, "What do you think, sir?"

Jiang She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar verses and smiled slightly, saying, "Your name will be known for a thousand years."

Li Bai laughed heartily.

The group slept soundly, cleaned the yard, and Jiang She, unusually, returned to his room, having not lain in bed for months. He decided to rest for a while; the newly brought-out bedding smelled of camphor.

The smell calms the mind after a while.

The cat crept over, curled up into a ball, its fur warm.

After a while, I sneezed slightly.

His beard trembled.

Jiang She couldn't help but laugh out loud. He raised his hand and waved away the dust remaining in the courtyard. A wisp of dust drifted out of the window and was blown by the north wind, landing outside the cliff.

The cat's eyes widened.

Jiang She patiently said, "This is dust."

"Gray...mixed..."

The cat's voice is soft.

……

...When Jiang She woke up again, he was reading his travelogue. The Old Deer Mountain God and Ao Bai had returned, followed by San Shui and Chu Yi, two little tails.

Ao Bai wanted to ask more questions, but he forced himself to hold back, only staring intently at Jiang She.

With such a dragon beside you, no one could possibly continue reading.

A Record of Jiang She's Journey Down the River.

Looking at Ao Bai, he remembered and asked, "Have you caught any fish yet?"

Ao Bai lowered his head.

The old deer mountain god was amused by what he saw, stroking his beard and laughing. He was still wearing the same seamless robe as before, which was very light and thin, making him look light and airy.

Those who practice spiritual cultivation are unaware of the changing seasons.

Sanshui was surprised.

What kind of fish are you hooking?

Over the past few months, she had long forgotten what Shui Jun had casually said.

That day, when she and her junior brother woke up, they saw that several people on the mountain were asleep. The only one who seemed to be awake was their senior, but they couldn't wake him up no matter what they did.

I initially thought the adults were just drunk, but two days later they still hadn't woken up.

Sanshui became somewhat anxious, fearing they might have drunk themselves to death, and invited the commander to come and check. When the commander arrived at the mountaintop, he felt a refreshing breeze on his face and an indescribable sense of physical and mental comfort; it could already be called a treasure land.

Then I saw that several people had their eyes closed, as if they were fast asleep.

The division commander didn't dare to make a move for a moment and told the two boys not to disturb them.

Ao Bai glanced at San Shui, taking the boy's words as sarcasm, and deliberately reminded him to accept the fish.

The dragon asked calmly:
What kind of fish do you want?

He mustered some patience and, facing this small child, adopted the imposing posture of a water spirit.

"I raised some spirit boats in the Wei River. The fish in the boats are delicious, rare, and precious. Eating them can make you forget your worries."

"Would you like some?"

Sanshui shook his head.

"It has the strengths of all fish, and there are many ways to cook carp. It has always been a favorite food of ordinary people. Would you like some?"

Sanshui still shook his head.

Ao Bai frowned, not expecting the boy to be so difficult to deal with. He asked, "We have catfish and yellow catfish, which are easy to eat as they are scaleless. There are some delicacies stored in the Wei River. Would that be feasible?"

Sanshui did not nod for a long time.

Ao Bai asked, "You won't eat this, you won't eat that, what do you want?"

Sanshui hesitated for a moment, glanced at Jiang She, and then said, "I don't eat fish often."

Chu Yi laughed from the side.

“Fish has bones, and she gets them stuck in her throat every time she eats it.”

Ao Bai was surprised.

"Then what do you want the fish for?"

Sanshui didn't know what this person kept asking. She had almost forgotten about what happened a few months ago.

He subconsciously shrank closer to Jiang She.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Jiang She looked at the sky and calculated the time. Today was Minor Snow, and the emperor was going to perform the Fengshan ceremony, which would be in about ten days.

He said, "There probably isn't enough time to go to Mount Tai now."

Based on their previous pace, it would have taken them ten days to reach Yanzhou, let alone Jiang She's desire to sightsee and find traces of Mirror Dust Mountain or other evil sects among the group he was following.

Yuan Danqiu asked, "Then..."

"So, sir, are you going to stay here?" Chu Yi asked.

Jiang She shook his head.

Sanshui's eyes suddenly brightened.

She said smugly, "I asked my master to take you there by flying, and you'll arrive in two or three days."

The old deer mountain god smiled as he looked at his young disciples. Seeing their astonishment, mixed with the innocent pride of children, he felt a mixture of affection and amusement.

Jiang She also laughed.

"There's no need to trouble you, fellow Daoist; I have another method."

Sanshui looked at this senior who didn't even know how to fly, feeling a little sorry for him.

He asked cautiously, "Senior, is there any other way?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)