HLnovel Chapter 93 Fantasy
Chapter 93 Fantasy
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A rainbow streaked across the colorful clouds, and a young man in green robes flew on his sword, the wind whistling in his ears. The clouds around him were also illuminated by the twilight, turning them a crimson gold with a faint hint of iridescence, making for a beautiful sight.
Zhang Yunling pondered the old man's words in the wooden house, his mind racing. No matter what, he had to find Li Bai and get all his doubts cleared up.
Writing poetry...writing poetry?
"Yes! I can write down Li Bai's poems and publish them to the world. I don't believe Li Bai wouldn't come looking for me after seeing them!"
Zhang Yunling's lips curled up as he took advantage of the approaching night and flew down to a town on the ground on his flying sword.
Finding a secluded spot, Zhang Yunling quietly landed on the ground, put his longsword into his storage bag, and then found a small stall selling paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones along the way. He spent ten taels of silver to buy a large pile of paper and ink.
After putting away his writing brushes and ink, he found an inn and prepared to spend money to buy a room to write poetry. But just as he approached the inn's door, he saw two people arguing.
The second floor of the inn is used for accommodation, while the first floor is furnished with wooden tables and chairs to serve diners and sell food and drinks. However, at this moment, only the two of them remained on the first floor, arguing incessantly while holding chopsticks in one hand.
"Go ahead and criticize! Who is Wang Wei? His poem 'Remembering My Brothers in Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Lunar Month' is famous throughout the land, his talent as a top scholar is undeniable. What right do you have to judge him?" one of the young men, dressed in a brown robe, shouted, holding a half-eaten chicken leg in his hand.
"You dare to underestimate Wang Bo? Haven't you heard about seeing off Du Shaofu to his post in Shu Prefecture? His expression of emotion is no less than that of Wang Wei!" Another young man, dressed in a white robe, spilled a lot of wine from his cup due to his excitement.
Seeing this, Zhang Yunling couldn't hide his joy. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the wrists of the two young men with both hands, and slowly said:
"Leaving aside those great poets of exceptional talent, I see that you two gentlemen are also quite handsome. Do you know a poet named Li Bai?"
The two men, who had been in a panic, were both puzzled by Zhang Yunling's words. After a few seconds of silence, they both shook their heads: "What Li Bai? Never heard of him."
"Huh? This..." Zhang Yunling became somewhat embarrassed. He released their wrists and began to doubt whether his guess was correct.
The argument between the two men did not stop with Zhang Yunling's appearance. At this moment, the waiter came out of the room, walked to the table of the two young men, and whispered, "Hey, gentlemen, it's getting late. How about we finish this drink and call it a day? If you want to come again, come back tomorrow, okay?"
The two young men were quite accommodating. They had been arguing heatedly, but when they looked outside and saw that it was indeed getting dark, they clinked glasses and drank it all down. Their previous fervor vanished, and after paying the bill, they went home arm in arm.
Zhang Yunling glanced at the chairs where the two young men had sat, his expression shifting, his heart wavering. Just then, the waiter spoke again:
"Sir, if you're here for drinks, I'm sorry, but our shop is closing soon. Please come again tomorrow."
As he spoke, the waiter cleared away the leftover food on the table. Zhang Yunling nodded, and in just a few breaths, he reaffirmed his previous idea: he would write down all the poems Li Bai had written, and he would force Li Bai to write them down no matter what it took.
"No, I'm here to stay at the inn. Do you have any rooms available?" Zhang Yunling said, taking out five taels of silver and handing it to the waiter.
"Yes, yes, please come with me." The waiter took the silver with both hands and led Zhang Yunling to a guest room on the second floor to stay.
After closing the door tightly, Zhang Yunling walked to the window, pushed open the wooden window, and saw that the setting sun was about to sink below the mountain, leaving only a few streaks of red clouds and wisps of purple smoke slowly drifting over the mountaintop.
Zhang Yunling smiled slightly. He had studied for twenty years, so why not compose one himself before searching for Li Bai?
Recalling the thirty years of his first life, the nineteen years of his second life, and the twenty-four years he spent with Zhang Yunling in this life in the Immortal Ruins, he couldn't help but sigh at how quickly time had passed, and now he had nothing but a heart full of ambition to show for it.
His father's killer remained at large, and the path to heaven was fraught with thorns. Zhang Yunling sighed softly, shook his head slightly, gazed at the beautiful sunset outside the window, and recalled his thirty years in the mortal world. He slowly murmured:
"The mountains are high and the roads are long, but my heart is boundless; my hatred is like a tide that cannot be quenched again."
My father's image often accompanies me in my dreams; when I wake up, tears fall like the light rain of the night.
A lone figure wanders the Milky Way, his heart breaking; the moon's shadow and the lamp's dim light cast a desolate glow.
He endured countless hardships, yearning for revenge, but alas, his efforts were in vain.
His eyes were glazed over, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains. After a long while, he let out a slow, deep sigh. He realized he was ultimately just a clumsy imitator. Even if he were given thirty, fifty, or a hundred more years, and read every book in the world, how could he possibly compare to Li Bai?
Soon, Zhang Yunling pulled himself back to reality. He was not an ordinary person, but a cultivator. He had a heavy burden on his shoulders and a long road ahead. He had no time to indulge in sentimentality. He had to do everything he could to become stronger.
Having not slept all night, Zhang Yunling wrote down every poem by Li Bai that he could think of, but he did not intend to release them all at once. Instead, he would release a portion first to see how it went. If there was no effect, he would then release all the poems to the public.
At dawn, Zhang Yunling bid farewell to the innkeeper, filled his wine gourd, and left the inn and the town, setting off again and flying into the distance.
In the sky, he flew side by side with the wild geese, lay on his flying sword drinking fine wine, and talked to the wild geese beside him.
"Often, when I'm entangled in the trivial matters of the cultivation world, I often forget the purity and freedom of flying."
But whenever I think I'm ready to fly, I realize that I'm actually flying too low, and even a dog on the ground can bite me.
Only then did I realize that beyond the already endless azure world above me lay another, even wider and larger, dark sky! It was like an invisible hand, binding me, this tiny wild bird, tightly, and I understood that beyond this sky lay an even darker, more gloomy sky!