The rain gradually lightened, but there was no sign of stopping, and the bleak night wind blew through the mountains and rivers outside the city, blowing into the city, wandering in the streets and alleys, blowing the scattered lanterns on the streets, and the dim candlelight seemed to be smeared by the rain, with a hazy dampness.

Mo Tianwei sat on the ground, shrunk into a ball, tightened his clothes, and trembled.

"Ahh

She sneezed and rubbed her eyes, it was already the third watch, and after a busy day, she only felt tired and sleepy now, and she wished she could fall to sleep.

However, the cold night breeze clearly showed her sense of presence, making it difficult for her to sleep, and she was worried that she would have a fever when she woke up tomorrow morning.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy!"

In his previous life, he was a god who had no worries about food and clothing, and in this life, he cultivated immortals without invasion of cold and summer, and Mo Tianwei was the first time to sigh like this, and suddenly he felt that he and the sages had crossed countless time and space and reached a resonance in thought, and the soul of the whole person was sublimated.

Of course, this is just an illusion, the poem is broken by the autumn wind is the world's cold people, Mo Tianwei suffered from the cold wind and cold rain all night, and regarded himself as a cold man waiting to live in the mansion, which is fundamentally different in the ideological realm.

The so-called benevolent heart is just pushing oneself and others, and Mo is three years old......

She suddenly said in her heart, "What you said is actually meaningless. ”

The voice in my heart seemed a little surprised, and asked rhetorically, "Oh?"

"Your use of 'what if' to persuade me to respect mortals is a false proposition. ”

"If mortals have spiritual roots and can cultivate, they can indeed become awe-inspiring monks; if poor people are reincarnated into Zhong Mingding's food house, they can also stand on the top of the clouds that he once couldn't touch; if the demon clan in the world today is a slave of the royal human race, we and other human monks can only be reduced to rations or materials for refining weapons and alchemy......"

"If I act according to your 'what if', then I have to respect not only mortals, but also demon cultivators, alien races, and ......even more," Mo Tian smiled, "Maybe my current enemy is my benefactor in a certain 'what if', then should I still respect him and love him?"

"If the things of the world can be discussed as 'what ifs', then reality is meaningless. ”

The voice was silent for a moment, then added, "But you're in such an 'what if' situation right now. ”

Mo Tian smiled and asked rhetorically, "Then why did I fall into the 'what if'?"

"Because of your existence. ”

"You are high up and have great powers, so you can let me enter this world of 'what if' without knowing it, and you can teach me. Mo Tianwei shook his head slightly, "But you can do all this, the root is your strength, if I want to respect anyone, I must also respect you, respect your strength, not respect your imaginary mortals." ”

The tone of the voice raised slightly, and it seemed to be a little more interested in Mo Tianwei's answer, "But you should also know that if I want, you will stay in this 'what if' for the rest of your life." ”

"If that's the case," Mo Tianwei pinned his wet hair behind his ears, "then the 'if' has already become a reality, and I will naturally learn how to be a mortal in reality." ”

"You have a point. The owner of the voice seemed to laugh, "So what's your answer?"

"In the universe, all living beings are equal, grass, trees, insects, fish, demons, fairies and demons, there is no distinction between high and low. But the way of heaven has no heart, but sentient beings have a heart, and if there is a heart, it is unfair, the party will fight against each other, and they will despise each other - this is an inevitable thing, I accept this inevitability, and I do not want to become the existence of the way of heaven that measures sentient beings, I stand on my standpoint, and I don't need to help the world and love all people. ”

"I act from my own heart, and I am not ashamed of myself because I have no saint's heart, nor am I shaken and changed because of 'may' or 'if'. Mo Tianwei said leisurely, "Every living being is different, there are no universal values, I ...... There is my way. ”

"Mortal beings are like a breeze in my face, I can't see it, and I don't want to grasp it, imprison it, change it, use it...... I don't exist when they don't exist. ”

"Do you think you're right?" the voice asked.

Mo Tianwei replied: "The sun rises, and the sun rests." Dig wells and drink, plough fields and eat. What is Dili to me!"

Mortals have their own pleasures, and they don't need external interference and imperial management, let alone a monk like her?

Immortals are different!

The voice stopped talking.

Mo Tianwei didn't care, she knew that she had passed the test, but she didn't know when she would be able to leave this world.

It's not that the other party approves of her attitude, but the other party recognizes her insistence on her heart and Tao.

There is no fixed answer to this test, if the monk is on the path of holiness, he will probably understand the truth of benevolence in the world, and if the monk is on the path of evil, perhaps he will insist on treating mortals as ants - there is no right or wrong, only your understanding of your own way.

The sky is getting brighter, looking at the rising sun, Mo Tian stretched his waist slightly, this is really a long night!

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It is noon, and the weather is at the beginning of the day, in the Linjiang Building, the literati and ink writers come together, comment on the poems, feast and drink Zuoxing, in the lobby on the first floor, there are sometimes scholars' clear voices, reciting a certain poem of "Wonderful Hands Occasionally Get", attracting a lot of applause.

When the wine is hot, the light of the early sun after the rain is sprinkled from the window, reflecting the glow of the room, full of scholars, all feel proud, and soon there will be virtuous monarchs and famous ministers to invite each other, invite them to a Kuang Sheji, and never be the same as the vulgar.

However, at this time, in the drunken eyes of all the scholars, they saw a ragged and unkempt vulgar person walk in magnificently, chose an empty table to sit down, summoned Xiao Er, ordered a table full of all kinds of delicacies, and served it with great magnanimity.

Originally, seeing that this person was dressed up really badly, Xiao Er was quite disgusted in his heart, thinking that this person must not be long-sighted, and he didn't look at what it was convenient to break in, but he didn't want this person to spend a lot of money, he was extraordinarily bold, and seeing that his face was completely carefree, calm and calm, Xiao Er couldn't help but accept his contempt.

He also remembered what the proprietor had said, not to judge people, but to judge their manners, otherwise it would be easy to offend nobles—he thought in his heart that this person must be extraordinary, so he wrote down the name of the dish and went to the back kitchen.

When the rest of the servants in the restaurant saw it, they were only secretly surprised, but they didn't think that this person was here to eat the overlord's meal - after all, they had a deep background in Linjiang Building, and those who dared to come to their store to make trouble had been sent to the dark mine in the northwest to dig coal.

They had no opinions, but the rest of the literati who were holding a poetry meeting were not happy, and only felt that as soon as this vulgar man came in, the whole hall was contaminated with his cheesiness, and the smell was unbearable, and any poetry inspiration was dissipated.

The literati could not help but turn their heads and point fingers at the unkempt man, and they were very disgusted.

But the man didn't know where it was sacred, and his face was cultivated extremely toughly, and he didn't take everyone's discussion and disgust to heart at all, and only leisurely drank the hot tea that Xiao Er had just served, and couldn't help but feel that the fatigue of a sleepless night had gone with most of the tea.

Mo Tianwei has been gnawing dry food for two days, he has been hungry for a long time, and last night there was a cold wind, and he was uncomfortable, when passing by Linjiang Tower, he suddenly remembered an allusion, thinking that his test had passed, and he estimated that he would be able to go back today, why not take this opportunity to eat and drink?

If you want to do it, Mo Tianwei is a man of action, so he immediately paused and walked in with a swagger.

At first, she was afraid of being stopped, but she didn't want no one to stop her.

When she entered the lobby, she didn't look at the group of scholars with strange faces, and only let Xiao Er choose the most expensive dish and taste a dozen plates first.

A big restaurant is a big restaurant, not to mention that it is still a suspected local tyrant with an extraordinary bearing, and the dishes will be served quickly.

Seeing the hot dish again, Mo Tianwei's eyes couldn't help but be a little moist, remembering the downfall when he was nibbling on the soaked dry food in the wind and rain yesterday, and being aroused by the fragrance that wafted away.

Smelling the fragrance of vegetables not far away, and then looking at the three or two small green vegetables on his table, the group of scholars suddenly felt extraordinarily unpleasant, and even the wine in the cup was too light.

How many coins can this group of scholars have? There are no literary talents or extraordinarily outstanding family backgrounds at this poetry meeting, and the expenses for drinks and meals are all shared, and after calculation, they can't actually order any good dishes, where is it like Mo Tianwei, who eats this meal regardless of the next meal?

They couldn't help but be angry in their hearts, a serious scholar can only eat a few small vegetables, but such a vulgar person has a table full of delicacies--hey! This world is really ......

As soon as the wine was strong, an impulsive person stood up, carrying a wine jug, and slapped it opposite Mo Tianwei with a "snap".

Mo Tianwei is eating well, using a mortal body to eat mortal food, but it is not as bland and tasteless as in the past when she was in the Canglan Realm, and it is rare for her to eat such delicious food, right?

Suddenly interrupted, she frowned, put down her chopsticks, first glanced at the small wine jug, and then at the young scholar with a cold face, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and raised her chin, "What are you doing?"

Not only the scholar, but the rest of the scholars were also angry with Mo Tianwei's gesture, and a few more people came over and said to the leading scholar: "Don't be afraid of him, many of us are ......"

The scholar was originally inexplicably worried because of Mo Tianwei's eye-raising, but after thinking about it, yes, what am I afraid of, there is still a group of people behind this!

So he also snorted and said, "This ......"

He endured it, and then said, "This brother, since you dare to come to the Jiang Tower, do you want to know the rules of the building?"

"Rules?" Mo Tian glanced at Xiao Er, who hurried over because he was worried about causing trouble, "Why, you are so particular about having a meal?"

The scholar was choked by him, and his face turned red because he didn't know whether it was because of alcohol or anger, and he said: "What a really rude person! Linjiang Tower has always been a gathering place for scholars and literati such as us. ”

Speaking of this, he calmed down and said arrogantly: "Do you also know how to compose poetry?!"

Mo Tianwei originally came in on a whim when she was passing by Linjiang Building, she didn't want to have such rules here, she glanced at Xiao Er again, and Xiao Er nodded rather embarrassedly.

In fact, Xiao Er was also unhappy in his heart at this time, after serving the food, he secretly peeked at the side, and found that although this person was not well-groomed, he had complete etiquette and elegant manners during the meal, and he was even more noble than many nobles he had seen.

He originally planned to have a good reception, and he must make Linjianglou leave a good impression in the hearts of this nobleman, but he was disturbed by this group of scholars who don't know the so-called dog's eyes and look down on people, which is really annoying to him!

After receiving Xiao Er's affirmative reply, Mo Tianwei ...... I almost didn't laugh out loud.

That's a good rule!

She was still thinking about how to exchange the poems for a meal without a trace, wouldn't this be a good opportunity to send it to the door?

Mo Tian glanced at the small wine jug with disdain, and did not answer directly, but said to Xiao Er: "Bring the wine!"

Xiao Er nodded hurriedly, and was about to go to get the wine, when he heard the nobleman add: "Don't want a small pot, bring the wine jar!"

A jar of wine was quickly sent to Mo Tianwei's table.

At this time, this matter was also spread to the private room on the second floor and even the third floor, which attracted the curiosity of many idlers, who came to watch and saw the big jar of wine on her table, and were surprised, "This is to imitate the ancients, and use wine to help poetry?"

Mo Tianwei really didn't disappoint them, she lifted the wine jar with one hand, drank it on her back, the clear wine slid down her jaw, only heard a few gurgling sounds, she slapped the wine jar on the table, there was a faint hint of drunkenness in her clear eyes, and she looked around at everyone, but she was silent.

"Hurry up and compose a poem!" someone coaxed.

Mo Tianwei was still silent, and the scholar who provoked trouble at the beginning thought that she couldn't do it, with a sneer on her face, "With such a big posture, can't you write a single poem?"

"Philistine!"

Mo Tian sneered slightly, and then even groaned: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and never returns!"

As a big brain-dead fan of Shixian, Mo Tianwei has wanted to do this for a long time, but he has never found a chance, now...... Hehe, why don't you give Qinglian a big knees?

Mo Tianwei didn't care what other people's reactions were, she initially just remembered that there were poets who exchanged poems for wine, and then felt so hungry, why don't you try it before leaving......?

Now that I'm being provoked, it's not that I'm angry, but it's not happy either—can I finish my meal?

When he read the sentence "The ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name", he suddenly felt depressed, and felt that he was very happy, and he felt that he had a hole in his brain; when he saw the shocked eyes of the others, he sighed, and he didn't want such a famous article to be passed on in its entirety, so he continued to read.

“...... Sell eternal sorrow with you!"

There was silence.

At this time, they were all shocked by the atmosphere in the poem, and they didn't notice the allusion problem at all, and only felt dizzy and fascinated - is such a poem really something that mortals can make?

At this moment, Mo Tianwei sensed the summoning power in the dark, and couldn't help but look up, obviously there was only a wooden ceiling above her head, but she seemed to see ten thousand rays of light - it was time to go back.

She was not the only one who saw the glow, and the rest of the people had not yet recovered from the poem, so they were stunned to see that the person who wrote the poem was dressed in glow, and it was actually ...... It's about to soar in the day?!

It turns out that this poem really came from outside the sky, an extraordinary word!

Someone hurriedly asked, "What is the name of the immortal? What is the name of this poem?"

When Mo Tianwei heard it, he said: "This is the work of Qinglian monk Li Taibai - "Will Enter the Wine"!"

After finishing speaking, the glow wrapped people in the sky and went away, everyone hurriedly rushed to the window, and saw the clear sky, suddenly the clouds and clouds, as if there were golden lotuses falling from the sky, such a vision, it was really unheard of!

"Qinglian monk Li Taibai?" someone sighed, "It is not surprising that his poems are wonderful enough to reach the heavens, and he can ascend to the Tao......"

Someone retorted: "I think that this Li Shixian is clearly an immortal, and this time he went down to earth to ignite the foolish ...... of me and others."

Everyone felt that this statement was reasonable, and they even agreed with the name of "poet fairy" -- the immortal who can write immortal poems! Isn't it the "poet fairy"?

Since then, in this strange country, there has been a legend of the poet immortal, but this has nothing to do with Mo Tianwei.