"Li Bai?"

"I haven't heard of it."

When the boys and girls heard Li Qinglian's words, they frowned and shook their heads.

"Have you heard of it?"

Someone asked in the team, but most people shook their heads, they had never heard of the name.

Seeing this, the bright expression in Li Qinglian's eyes dimmed and she sighed in her heart. Although this is the case every time, she still couldn't hide her loss.

A girl in the team suddenly spoke out:

"I've heard of it."

"I once heard from my father that Li Bai seemed to be a poet from the old era."

Hearing the girl's words, Li Qinglian's already dim eyes brightened again, and she asked quickly:

"Have your father told you about Li Bai?"

The girl nodded.

Li Qinglian immediately smiled and said with a glorious look:

"It seems that your father is very sensible. Li Bai is one of the most legendary poets in the old era."

"Legends say that he became a talented person in his youth and wrote thousands of poems in his life."

"It's a pity that after a dark war period, and the fact that people do not pay more attention to poetry in the new era has led to less than a hundred pieces that exist in the world today."

"But these poems alone can make people sigh at his amazing talent. He is unrestrained and free and easy-going. Some people once commented on his poems that overwhelm the entire old record!"

"Listen to his poems: I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone."

"How bold and open-minded!"

Li Qinglian said as she was completely silent in her own world.

Li Qinglian is a native of Antu City. She grew up at the foot of the green mountains. When she was a child, she often went to Libai Scenic Area to play.

Perhaps it was because of his childhood influence, or because of the fragments of the stele forest he dug out from the foot of the green mountains from time to time, Li Qinglian gradually became very interested in Li Bai.

The more he understood Li Bai, the more obsessed Li Qinglian became. After being admitted to university, his graduation project was to study Li Bai.

After graduation, he had a better job choice and could even stay in school to teach, but he resolutely returned to his hometown, Antu City.

Come to Libai Scenic Area and become an ordinary scenic spot administrator.

This made his parents and elders very confused. His father almost broke off relations with him. Fortunately, Li Qinglian wrote some books when she was free, which made her parents accept it.

After returning to the Li Bai Scenic Area, Li Qinglian continued to study and discover Li Bai's history, while using her position to facilitate tourists to popularize Li Bai's deeds.

He believed that such a great legendary poet should not disappear in the long river of history, but should be well-known to the world and spread to the world!

Unfortunately, the background of the times destined that many things cannot become reality in the end.

For example, after listening to Li Qinglian's story, everyone said:

"It sounds quite interesting."

"The poem just now is quite interesting. I was born with the help of my talent, and then what did it come?"

Another voice said:

"It's okay, but writing poetry is not of much use."

Everyone nodded when they heard this. In their opinion, writing poetry is indeed useless, just listening to the story to pass the time.

This is not only the thoughts of everyone in front of you, but also the unified thoughts of the general public today. Everyone thinks that writing poetry is useless.

Even today's schools do not offer poetry-related courses.

Li Qinglian said seriously:

"How can it be useless? Writing poetry can entertain emotions and even carry the truth!"

I heard from my father that Li Bai's girl speak out:

"But the poet cannot save the earth."

Li Qinglian's expression darkened and wanted to refute:

"But your dad said..."

"My father said this just now."

The girl's voice was crisp and sweet, but it was extremely harsh in Li Qinglian's ears. Li Qinglian was silent for a long time, and finally waved her hand powerlessly:

"Forget it, I'll take you to see other places."

The Li Bai Scenic Area was rebuilt after the war. Because most of the scenery has been completely destroyed, and the alliance does not pay attention to it, the rebuilt scenic area is not large now.

It took more than ten minutes to visit.

The boy and girl left hand in hand and continued to find a place to spend time.

Li Qinglian sat weakly in a corner of the flower bed, staring at the figures of everyone leaving, and said with a confused look:

"The poet cannot save the earth."

"So this era does not require poets?"

The sky was already dim, and the setting sun dragged Li Qinglian's figure to the point of swaying lonely.

In confusion, Li Qinglian saw a trance figure walking towards him in the light and shadow of the setting sun in the distance, and said softly:

"The poet can't save the earth."

Li Qinglian smiled bitterly. Could it be that his persistence and pursuit for thirty years is really a waste of time?

"But, the swordsman can."

Lu Xiu's figure walked out of the light and shadow of the sunset and stood in front of Li Qinglian.

"But Li Bai is not a swordsman, he is just a poet."

Li Qinglian shook her head, he thought he knew Li Bai very well.

Lu Xiu sat aside casually:

"How do you know that Li Bai is not a swordsman?"

Li Qinglian glanced at the strange person beside her and shook her head, not wanting to argue with him. He was a little tired today.

Lu Xiu didn't care, he just smiled and said confidently:

"You know, he's a swordsman."

Li Qinglian frowned, wondering in her heart.

"Zhao Ke is a man with the Hu Ying, Wu Gu is a bright snow; the silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is as cool as a meteor."

Lu Xiu recited two lines of poetry casually, and Li Qinglian's expression gradually became shocked.

When Lu Xiu finished speaking, Li Qinglian stood up and said in surprise:

"How do you know these two lines of poetry?"

These two lines of poetry are recorded on fragments of the stele forest that he once discovered by chance in the scenic area. The content behind it has long been destroyed, and only these two lines of poetry are left.

But he had never told anyone that he could only take it out and ponder it carefully when it was late at night.

But now the person in front of him said it clearly.

Lu Xiu looked at Li Qinglian with a surprised look and chuckled:

"Want to know the following verse?"

Li Qinglian looked at Lu Xiu, with shock, suspicion, vigilance and desire in her eyes. After a few seconds of entanglement, Li Qinglian nodded.

Lu Xiu waved his hand and signaled him to sit down, listen:

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Frost and Snow Bright"

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor"

"Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles"

"After the matter, I will leave, hide my name and name"

As the poem unfolds, Li Qinglian seemed to see a free and easy swordsman passing by in the sword light and the sword in her hand was bleeding, leaving only a lonely back!

"Good poem!"

Li Qinglian shouted excitedly.

Lu Xiu chuckled:

"How about it, is Li Bai a swordsman?"

Li Qinglian hesitated and did not speak out, because it was impossible to tell that Li Bai was a swordsman based on just one poem.

"If you don't believe it, just wait and see."
To be continued...