The main trunk is straight and not curvy at all. Under the big tree with dense branches and leaves, Chu Feng stood up and walked out.

"Zhang Wei, go out with me."

"yes"

Zhang Wei stood up.

Outside the view of immortality, Chu Feng stands quietly on the wide flat ground.

Zhang Wei stood aside with his hands hanging down.

Chu Feng said: "Yesterday, you said, don't want the several systems you tied to on your body?"

Zhang Wei's face suddenly showed a bitter look. He has been cheated by these systems these days. He is an honest man, a takeover man, and a happy father. He can drive normal people crazy.

"I understand, please let go of your heart"

Chu Feng reached out and grabbed it, and the suction force came out from his palm, and several crystals of different shapes appeared. Then, a flash of light flashed and all disappeared.

Without the system binding, Zhang Wei suddenly felt relieved.

Chu Feng closed his eyes and looked at the captured system in the system space. In the dark-toned world, solid forms floated without any luster.

In the outside world, everyone is a system of things that are sensible, and here it is just an ordinary thing.

"Host, after many days of research, I can now be sure that the system here is not all made by Han Ruo."

The sound of the Taozu inheriting the system machinery appears in the system space.

Chu Feng's mind moved. He had returned from a small world before. He asked the Taoist ancestor inheritance system, and the source of the endless systems emerged in the world. The system was uncertain at the time, and gradually he forgot about it. Unexpectedly, the system always remembered it.

According to the system, Han Ruo, who seems to be a big boss, is just a relatively strong existence - similar to Skynet.

Who is the person hiding at the end? How strong is it? For example, the person who creates the myth to the reality system.

You should know that so far, the host of the Myth Arrival Reality System has not appeared yet. There has been a lot of noise.

"There is an abnormality in the West,"

The Taoist ancestor inheritance system suddenly reminded.

Chu Feng suddenly looked west, and something abnormal happened in a tomb hundreds of miles away.

Humph, another person has been resurrected.

After a while of silence, Chu Feng raised his head and ordered Zhang Wei to call everyone out.

Soon, the staff arrived, Huihai, Su Shi, Heimao, and Xu Jiarong.

"Go and see another poet."

Chu Feng waved his hand, and everyone, including himself, disappeared.

The west foot of the Qingshan Mountains southeast of Dangtu County, with beautiful mountains and rivers, buildings with southern colors, quiet and elegant archways, and twelve shallow stone statues embedded in lampposts, embellishing the tranquility and grandness of Li Bai’s cemetery.

Time is unknown when it is dusk, and tourists are gradually scarce. Suddenly, a strong wind rushes into the cemetery, and there is thunder flashing in the sky.

Tourists mistakenly thought it was going to rain and left one after another.

The staff of three or two kittens and mice were also busy cleaning up.

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept into the cemetery, ignoring the continuous buildings, heading straight to the ground. In a not-so-large space, a coffin with a coffin that looked just like the average outside was lying quietly.

The cool breeze trembled, stopped, and turned into six figures. Five people and one cat.

"This is Li Bai's tomb, a generation of poetic immortals, it's so cold!"

Zhang Wei, who was standing on the edge of the side, leaning against the wall of the grave, sighing.

The black cat jumped onto Li Bai's coffin and turned his head to look at Zhang Wei with contempt.

"Li Bai has a cemetery that covers a considerable area. If you hadn't been to the Taoist priest by chance, you would probably not be able to afford a tomb after your death."

Huihai, who never comes late to take advantage of the situation, said: "If you have a background without a background, it doesn't matter if you have a relationship, you have no money, you have no contribution, you have no contribution, you have to be buried in the sea after death, your soul is placed in the sea, and you can take up space."

Zhang Wei: "…"

Dongdongdongdongdong... A sound of knocking on the coffin board appeared.

Everyone stopped talking, and after waiting for a while, the voice calmed down again.

Zhang Wei walked to Chu Feng and whispered: "Master, do you want to take action? The person has finally been resurrected, so don't suffocate it in it."

A smile appeared on Chu Feng's face, "It's rare for you to care about others so much."

Zhang Wei's face turned straight and said seriously: "Li Bai is my idol. When he was in school, he liked to watch him brag the most. Uh, no, he read his poems."

I accidentally said my heart.

Chu Feng shook his head slightly, "A resurrected person like him will not be suffocated for a while."

Zhang Wei said oh and stopped talking.

After a while, the sound of knocking on the coffin board appeared again. Just when everyone thought Li Bai was about to come out, the movement disappeared again.

Chu Feng waved his hand, the lid of the coffin fell off, and the nails on the coffin inside burst out.

If Li Bai wants to come out, he can remove the lid of the coffin just by exerting light force.

After about ten breaths, the coffin lid moved a little, revealing a gap.

Zhang Wei leaned over and suddenly a sigh came from the coffin, and the lid was put on again.

"Master, what does he mean?"

Zhang Wei looked at Chu Feng in confusion.

"Li Bai is arrogant in literary talent, each of you recites a poem, try it."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

When Zhang Wei heard the poem, he became interested. He walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thousands of hammers and thousands of chisels out of the deep mountains, burning them with fire... I don't worry about the broken bones and the body, and I must keep my innocence in the world."

This is a poem by Yu Qian, a famous minister of the Ming Dynasty, expressing the poet's willingness to not be afraid of sacrifice and his determination to uphold his noble sentiment.

As soon as this poem came out, the lid of the coffin immediately opened a little gap, and a deep eye was vaguely rotating.

Huihai, who has been practicing once, is also very excited about poetry.

"I look for the beautiful sun and the river bank of Si, and the boundless scenery is for a moment... I can easily recognize the east wind, and the colorful flowers are always spring."

This is a poem by Zhu Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the last two lines are famous lines passed down from generation to generation.

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid closed a little more.

Huihai's face turned dark and was about to recite another poem, but the black cat rushed over and knocked him away.

"The east wind blooms thousands of flowers at night. It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carries is everywhere... When I look back, the man is in the dim light."

The coffin lid suddenly cracked a large gap, which obviously gave a high evaluation of this poem.

The black cat glanced at Huihai proudly, looking as if I was awesome.

At the warning of Chu Feng, Xu Jiarong walked forward and said, "The poems of Li and Du are passed down from thousands of words, but they still feel that they are not new. There are talented people in the country who have emerged in history, and they have led the style for hundreds of years."

Li Bai's coffin lid could no longer be pressed down and he was lifted up directly.

Chu Feng waved his hand and pressed the coffin lid back.

"Who did it?"

A hoarse voice came from the coffin.

"Don't worry, there is one more"

Chu Feng glanced at Su Shi.

"I"

Su Shi woke up in shock. Just now, three people and one cat chanted poems really shocked him. Forget it, even the poems of cat chanting are so good. What kind of world is this?

"Just just recite poems, don't write ink."

The black cat shamelessly pretended to be in front of Su Shi.

Su Shi thought for a while and said, "The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes are all. The old building is west... Life is like a dream, and one of them returns to the moon in the river."
Chapter completed!