The legendary story of Li Bai

Chapter 1 The Boy and the Other Boy

Lijia Village, living between the mountains and forests of Huaihe River and Langcang River, bordered the Central Plains to the north and the Kingdom of Liang to the south.

There are fifty people in the village. Because of the abundant water, they make a living by growing rice and selling it.

The world has been peaceful in recent years.

Some of the young men of the village went far and wide. Some entered the business of selling leather goods, others went to other academies to become officials for examinations, and still others traveled to the mountains and rivers to seek the advice of famous teachers in order to learn the fabled method of immortality.

Today, the village is mostly left with a few old people, children and young couples enjoying a comfortable life of men and women working and weaving.

Every evening, Old man Wang, who lived on the west side of the village, liked to enjoy the cool under a big tree in the village square, holding a big cattle-fan in his left hand and a wine gourd in his right.

When the old man met some children in the village and became interested, he would tell them stories about gods and ghosts. The children were so fascinated that they often missed their evening return home.

It was then that he took the best time to talk to the small audience, with a sort of elegiac air in his face and a big, wheezing cattle-fan in his hand.It's like  immortal.

"The immortal story is illusory, but a long time ago spread around the world, but I am

old, no longer have the heart to travel around the world, if the prime of life, will be a good search."

Mr. Wang laughed as he talked. He spoke carefully, and the children sitting on one side of the stone listened attentively.

In particular, sitting on the right side of the  a teenager, a face of worship and yearning expression.The boy was dressed in brown cloth and had gray hair ribbons. He had black hair and a white face. He was very handsome.

"Li , every time I see you listen to, you are very interested in the immortal story, ah? "

"The old Wang is joking. Although I yearn for it very much, the immortal story is illusory after all. I will be very happy if I can listen to you a few times more."

"Do not be serious before me, as you were before your father, and do not bow. I'm not used to it."

The boy laughed and was no longer at ease.

"Although your father is a village head, he is good at literature and martial arts, and he is calm and low-key, but you don't have to follow him in everything."

Old Wang smiled and took a sip from his wine gourd and went on talking.

"Young people should have the romance of young people, more like your second uncle."

There was something in the old Wang's words, and the boy could certainly hear it.

His second uncle left the village more than ten years ago and went out to make a living. Although there were letters from time to time, the contents of them were only known to his father.

"Li, listen to the story of Wang here today."

The boy is frowning to think something, suddenly see behind not far from the familiar voice.

"Father, the meeting ended earlier today than usual."

The middle-aged man whom the teenager called his father smiled and gently touched his head with his right hand.

"Cold day by day, please take good care of yourself."

Middle-aged man words just finished, then both hands to the old man made a salute.

"All right, you son, now you come to these services, I'm not used to, that's the end of the day, I'm leaving."

When Mr. Wang had finished, he dusted himself and stood up.

"Let's go back, too. We have something to tell you."

Li Bai knew that his father would not easily show his happiness or sadness in everyday life. Although his words were calm, his eyes looked a little erratic. He must have something important to tell him.

After a moment, the children sitting on the stone dispersed, the figures of Li Bai and his father disappeared, and Wang looked at the setting sun.

As he walked toward his house, he laughed and repeated the words he had repeated over and over again.

"Go up to Yujing Mountain and down to Huashen Water."

"Five lakes, the sky is the world."

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That night, in a secluded cabin of Li's house.

The father and the son were making obeisance to the tablet of previous generations.

When Li Bai inserted the last stick of incense, his father spoke.

'Li, your second uncle is coming back.'

'what? '

Hearing the news, Li Bai was greatly shocked.

'second. Uncle? '

This familiar and strange family.

Old Wang had just said it in the daytime, and now his father had said it too.

When Li Bai was three years old, he watched his second uncle leave home and never saw him come back.

Although all kinds of rumors about the second uncle spread in the village for more than ten years, they are just rumors.

"Daddy, how has uncle been these years?"

"How is he? I'll tell you more when he comes back."

Father smiled helplessly, and then looked at Libai with kind eyes.

"Today is your twelve-year-old birthday, do you remember?"

"Twelve years old....  birth?"

As soon as his father reminded him, Libai remembered that he had not been born for many years.

"By your mother's last orders, something is due to you today."

"What? The mother's last words?"

While Li Bai was still thinking for a moment, his father had taken off a small blue cloth bag from his waist.

"This is it."

Libai took it with both hands and looked at it carefully. Only then did he find that the small cloth bag was fine in workmanship, mellow in color and embroidered with symbols that were hard to recognize.

There was something in the cloth bag, which was held slightly in the hand.

The father knew his son's curiosity, but he still held out his hand to stop him from opening the bag.

"Father, why not?

"Your mother said before, this thing get your second uncle's approval, can be opened."

Looking at his father's faint smile, Li Bai also smiled.

Much as he would have liked to know what it was, there must have been some purpose in the arrangement.

"Well, you don't have to think so much. If your second uncle is coming back soon, you can open it if he agrees."

Li Bai nodded and put the cloth bag around his waist.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and there are many things to be done in the village with me. Go to bed early tonight."

After saying good night to his father, Li Bai went back to his room and was ready to rest.

Unlike usual, this night Li Bai did not toss and turn, closed his eyes quickly fell asleep in the past.

I do not know how long after, may also be Li Bai no drowsiness, opened his eyes.

And in that instant, he was shocked by what he saw.

When he looked about him, he felt that he was in the midst of clouds, and that all around him there was nothing to see.

He patted his arm lightly. He felt no pain, but the chill was real.

'What is the difference between dreams and reality? '

When Li Bai was still thinking, the white clouds floating directly below him suddenly parted.

A towering peak stands between heaven and earth like a sharp sword.

At the top of the mountain, snow is shining.

A young man, dressed in pure gauze, danced with a sword in the wind and snow, graceful and graceful.

He had never seen anything like it, and he thought it was worth dreaming about.

'Think of the boy dancing with a sword, a head of long white hair, is indeed the appearance of an immortal. '

'Unfortunately, the young has been back to his sword dance, also do not know his appearance is what..... '

Just as he was thinking, the white-haired boy turned his sword and suddenly faced him.

Despite the distance, Li Bai could see his face clearly.

'How could he.... Just like me?? '