Chapter 55: Fei Guang Fei Guang, I offer you a glass of wine. Where is the God? Where is Tai An?
Chapter 55: Fei Guang Fei Guang, I offer you a glass of wine. Where is the God? Where is Tai Yi?
"Fei Guang Fei Guang, I offer you a glass of wine. I don't know how high the sky is, or how thick the earth is. I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, which are here to burn people's life."
In front of the video, Gui Naifen spoke while shaking her head.
When she saw the two words "Fei Guang", she immediately thought of this ancient poem.
"Where is the God, where is Taiyi, there is a tree in the east of the sky, and a candle dragon is placed under it."
"Liu Che's mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, and Ying Zhengzi's coffin is full of abalone."
"Fortunately, Xiao Guizi is well-read and remembers this poem."
While recalling, Gui Naifen explained to the audience in the live broadcast room.
The poem is from the Complete Tang Poems, and its meaning can be roughly divided into three parts, lamenting the fleeting time and short life, and how to relieve the pain of "short day".
Finally, the absurd and foolish behavior of seeking immortality was criticized and satirized.
"As a general of the Divine Strategy, Jing Yuan's immortal boats were cursed with abundance and longevity, which is somewhat similar to the description in the poem."
"Seeking immortality and asking for the truth is what our emperors have been pursuing since ancient times. It's a good idea to use it as a theme."
After her analysis, many comments responded.
"Good fellow, now you don't have any knowledge and you can't even understand the title?"
"This poem looks good. If it weren't for the anchor, I would have missed it."
"I remember now. The poem is called The Short Days Are Bitter!"
"Where is the God, where is Taiyi, the Emperor Qin and Emperor Han have never been buried, so where is immortality?"
"Time flies by, time flies by."
"I used to be dismissive in class, now I'm learning frame by frame!"
"I always have a bad feeling when this name is used as a title."
Time flies, time is something that is difficult to capture, cannot be stopped, and must be abandoned for everyone.
It can bring joy, but it will also inevitably bring sadness. No matter joy or anger, all traces of it will be erased by time.
From the title, Gui Naifen felt a strong sense of heaviness.
Click on the video to see it.
A dilapidated house came into view.
It is located in the empty universe, with the aurora as the background and the cold wind blowing.
"No, that's not right. This is not a house hanging in the void!"
After looking carefully, Gui Naifen realized that it was actually the reflection of a glowing knife blade.
A long sword was held in the woman's hand, and thousands of soldiers stood in front of her.
The Cloud Riders' soldiers were in different shapes and forms, but without exception, they were all frozen into ice, without any life left.
Jing Yuan stood among the soldiers and walked slowly.
His tough eyes stared at the woman holding the knife high up, the same white hair and red eyes, the same familiar face.
In his eyes, there was another upright and heroic general named Gao He.
"Keep this oath, we, the cloud riders, are like clouds blocking the sky, guarding the immortal boat!"
"Draw your sword!"
The young Jing Yuan stretched out his hand to draw the sword, and his tender hand gradually merged with the present.
Likewise, pointing to that general.
"We, the cloud riders, are like clouds blocking the sky, guarding the immortal boat!"
Seeing this, Gui Naifen had some enlightenment.
"This is a battle, and Jing Yuan's opponent is his teacher since childhood?"
"Just like what we were taught when we were little, draw your sword and fight, but there is meaning in it."
A bone-chilling chill emanated from the frozen Yunqi and the woman nearby.
Everyone can see that this is definitely not an ordinary battle.
The woman accepted the challenge and leaped down with a sword in hand.
The nimble figure was very agile and the attack was fierce and brutal, forcing Jing Yuan to deal with it with all his heart.
With a slash of sword, the familiar scene appeared again in a trance.
At dusk, the young man was sweating profusely, and he took every word of his master's warning to heart.
"Hold tight! As a Cloud Rider, you must not let your weapons slip away or your body become distracted!"
One sword after another was slashed down, one move after another was confronted.
Swords clanged and sparks flew.
The cold light of the sword pierced out and brushed along Jing Yuan's side, reflecting his face and the fire.
The monster was wearing armor and had plants growing on its head, and its eyes were glowing red.
It was so stiff and twisted that the young Jing Yuan's hand holding the knife was shaking. "Master, he doesn't recognize us anymore."
"This is what it means to fall into the demonic body. The demonic body is the fate of the immortal species."
The exquisite swordsmanship killed the man with one strike, and the woman turned around.
"If one day I fall into the body of a demon, you must never show mercy."
"Yes, Master."
. . . . . .
"Falling into the demonic body, the six senses are turned upside down, and all human relations are lost."
"Go back, Jingyuan, Jingliu is gone."
The sword energy swept across, cutting through the dilapidated room hanging in the void.
Ruthless and inhuman.
Jing Yuan's eyes were full of complexity as he looked at his old friend, and finally turned into determination.
"Goodbye, Master."
"Let me use this move to repay your kindness in teaching me martial arts."
The stars in the sky twinkled, the power of the gods erupted, the golden force slashed down, and the sound of the flute gradually faded.
The sky was clear again and the sun was shining under the trees.
The young man sweated and chopped with his sword, and it was over after ten thousand times.
General Jing Yuan spoke slowly.
"As a cloud rider, you cannot let your weapons fall out of your hands and your body becomes loose."
"Yes!"
"But you are still too young to be considered a cloud rider."
"I also want to be like the general and become a legend on the Immortal Boat!"
"What good is that? This journey has not been easy."
"But hasn't the general also gradually come to this point?"
The wind blows his clothes, the young man is full of vigor and fighting spirit, just like the clouds and smoke of the past.
Under the tree, the new master and disciple raised their weapons and began to fight.
The video is over.
Gui Naifen still stayed where she was, the shadows of two trees, one big and one small, lingering before her eyes for a long time.
"Family members have been deceived."
“There’s a knife!”
Jingyuan and Jingliu were such good master and disciple, but their relationship fell apart due to unexplainable reasons.
Jing Yuan even had to take action himself and kill his once best master.
Just thinking about it, Gui Naifen felt helpless and desperate!
"Damn! The map hasn't even started yet, and they're already giving out knives?"
"Mi Huyou, you have such a cruel heart, you really deserve to die!!!"
"Sister Xianzhou? Sister Xianzhou is pretty, right? Look, she's dead~"
"Fuck, my wife who I have never met but love so much lives in Bengbu!"
"So longevity is not a gift, the so-called curse is this demonic body."
"I watched the people around me turn into demons, and even had to kill them myself. What did you grant me, Abundance?"
"I just said that this star god looked wrong. It turned out to be so evil."
"If I remember correctly, there is a white lion in the illustration, right? Could it be because of the lifespan?"
"In the last scene, Jing Yuan should have lived long enough. In the official plot, it is unlikely that the disciple will also kill the master to prove his truth."
"Don't be so pessimistic. Think about it in a positive way. Maybe it's because the disciple has turned into a demon, and Jing Yuan is the first one to send the young one off."
"It's not Gomen. He already killed his master, but he wants to kill his closest disciple?"
"Satan should have a tattoo of you on his body!"
As the host, Gui Naifen closed her eyes and wanted to sort out her mood.
She took a deep breath, put a smile back on her face, and then she saw the barrage.
"What?! The White Lion also has a sword? Yan Qing killed his master to prove his truth?"
"Oh, luckily it's fake. It was Jing Yuan who killed Yan Qing. Huh?!!"
Even her voice became a little louder, and then, her eyes became hazy and she couldn't help but shout out that classic line.
"Mi Huyou, you deserve to die!!!"
(End of this chapter)