Li Bai's words vividly described the prisoner's mother as a woman who picked up customers in the brothel.

Although this was a bit too much, Li Bai felt that this was still lighter than the prison guard's ruthless words.

The jailer didn't understand and slapped Li Bai on the back of the head.

"Bang!"

"You still think you are the tm sword immortal Li Bai! You are a useless person. After entering the prison, you are still arrogant and swearing to me? Do you believe me or not?"

"The villain is successful." Li Bai touched the back of his head and could not communicate normally with these uneducated people.

"So what? Get out of here to the tenth floor."

The prison guard deliberately showed a villain's face, and Li Bai wanted to give him another poem and greet his whole family!

But thinking that I have been sent to the Heavenly Prison now, I should restrain myself! I will avoid suffering from flesh and blood.

With his little arms and legs now, he was beaten by the jailer and was sure to be swollen for several days.

Going down to the tenth floor, in the cage, Yang Yuhuan and the children all had happy smiles on their faces.

Today, Lord Di told them that they would be free soon.

When they think of freedom, they are all very excited.

You can travel the prosperous Chang'an City as a non-prisoner, which is their deepest wish from the bottom of their hearts.

Although they hated the Tang army that destroyed their homes, Chang'an, a symbolic place in the Dongtu Continent, had nothing to do with family and country.

Chang'an City brings together the wisdom of ancient people in front and those who come later.

Whether it is humanistic, architectural style, or dressing, it can be refreshing and is known as the most magical place in the Eastern Land Continent.

Suddenly, Li Bai's figure came into everyone's eyes.

Yang Yuhuan was stunned for a moment, and turned into surprise and rushed into his heart. He walked slowly to the cage with lotus steps.

Looking at Li Bai's elegant face and the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, they felt very comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Yang Yuhuan opened her red lips lightly, "Xiaobai, can we leave?"

Li Bai listened to Yang Yuhuan's beautiful voice coming, and a deepest feeling of longing came from the deepest part of his heart.

Time froze ten years ago, at that beautiful evening, we made an appointment with each other on the streets of Loulan.

The streets are filled with Lantern Festival, and lanterns are hanging high on both sides. The warm and lively town is back to my mind again.

Looking at the present, we meet each other in prison, the warmth of the past is no longer the past, and this longing is also the remaining memories of the sword fairy Li Bai that influenced his thoughts.

For a moment, Li Bai was a little sad and sad.

But seeing the hopeful expressions of Yang Yuhuan and the children, he couldn't bear to tell them that he was also in prison, so he had to smile far-fetchedly and said, "It's soon, don't worry!"

As soon as Li Bai finished speaking, the prison guard who followed him rolled his eyes and opened the prison door.

Yang Yuhuan and others were very surprised, and the prison guard was about to let us go.

I'm going to be free soon.

But reality cruelly told them that the facts were not what they thought.

After the prison guard opened the door, he grabbed Li Bai's arm and pushed it hard, and Li Bai also followed him in.

Seeing this, Yang Yuhuan was shocked and asked quickly: "This big brother... what do you mean? What's wrong with Xiaobai?"

"Li Bai, colluding with the demon seed, he is now in the Heavenly Prison. Wait for trial in the Third Division. You are waiting for death! Loulan's death row prisoner."

The jailer looked at Yang Yuhuan and others coldly and locked the cold chains.

Yang Yuhuan looked at Li Bai, and Li Bai shrugged helplessly, showing that it was not a big deal, and smiled:

"Don't worry! Why don't you tell me if you want to add a crime?"

Li Bai's words come from "Turning Left: The Tenth Year of Duke Xi".

He originally wanted to calmly say that he was innocent, but he had something to say for his crime.

Who would have expected.

Now that the talent is missing, after Wenquxing was activated, every classic saying that Li Bai said in the corresponding scene will be the original author.

Only by being able to get the Wenquxing down can you strengthen his body and increase his wisdom.

This is a famous saying, so the talent you have descended is invisible and colorless, and directly enters Li Bai's talent ruler.

If you can write poems such as Wenxiang, Tongxian, and Dafu, you will have different powers and celestial phenomena.

Biru wrote Meng Haoran's poem "Spring Dawn" earlier, which is a poem by Tongxian.

Such poems and essays have a certain ability to attack, and will summon what is mentioned in the same poems and essays based on Li Bai's intentions, and then teach the opponent a lesson.

Of course! If Li Bai wanted them to die, Tongxian's poems and essays might not have caused them to die, but they should have caused them to be seriously injured and dying.

This entirely depends on how talented Li Bai is now and what level of poetry and prose are he recited.

Li Bai felt a force injected into the talent ruler, and his condition changed suddenly. He swept the lifelessness he had just entered the cell and became energetic.

Looking inside, the soft yellow talent that appeared in the child's life became more full.

At this moment, Li Bai seemed to see the dawn of the future and became a human being.

Yang Yuhuan was still anxious about Li Bai's entry into prison just now. At this time, he saw Li Bai becoming energetic, although he did not have the same aspiration as practicing swords in the past.

But it is more elegant and peaceful. Looking at Li Bai now, Yang Yuhuan feels warmer.

Li Bai looked at Yang Yuhuan's face and combined with the memory fragments that appeared in his mind, Li Bai's poems were in full swing for a moment.

Yang Yuhuan lifted his hair at the ear and asked softly: "Xiaobai, you... are nothing wrong, right?"

"It's okay, I suddenly thought of every bit of ours ten years ago. Although we were young at that time, it was worth remembering forever."

When Yang Yuhuan heard this, he showed a little drunk.

Li Bai smiled and said, "I want to give you a poem."

“What is it?”

Yang Yuhuan looked a little shy and felt a little embarrassed to face Li Bai. At that time, the young girl didn't understand men and women's affairs.

Today, Li Bai spoke out the little things about each other in the past so explicitly, with the warmth of memories and the longing for the future, and her heart was like a deer.

Li Bai carried his hands on his back, looked at the dim lights of the prison cell and prison, and remembered the Lantern Festival lights many years ago.

Although they are all lights, they are no longer the same environment as before.

Li Bai remembered Ouyang Xiu's song "Sheng Cha Zi·Yuan Xi".

Inspiration came, Li Bai immediately took advantage of the excitement to recite the revised poem "Sheng Chazi·Yuanxi"

"On the New Year's Eve for many years, the lights in the flower market are as bright as day."

"The moon rises to the willows, and people make an appointment after dusk."

"When night is coming, the moon and the lights are still there."

"I have seen people for many years, but I am no longer at dusk."

Li Bai's poem fully demonstrates that he made an appointment with his beloved after dusk in the lively scene many years ago.

Today, there are moons and lights, and I have met my loved ones for many years, but it is not at that dusk or that scene.

It not only shows the longing for the love, but also shows the helplessness of the passing of time.

Although Yang Yuhuan didn't understand it very much, he also recalled... In the past, when the moon was on the willows, people made a date for the memories after dusk.

At the same time, over the sky, a bright moon suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was pitch black all around, but the moon was shrouded in the sky above the prison, and the willow shadows were shining...
Chapter completed!