Mythical Card Creator: Myriad Ghosts Night Parade at the Start - Section 668

That character for "sorrow" became the most frequently appearing character in Li Bai's poems, second only to "wine" and "moon."

"Draw a blade to sever water, yet the water flows on; raise a cup to dispel sorrow, yet sorrow grows deeper."

The Poetry Immortal who wrote "Throwing back my head, I laugh aloud as I leave the gates" was, in truth... not happy.

Zhuangzi sat cross-legged atop a blue stone, listening in silence.

He did not interrupt, nor did he show the slightest impatience.

Only after Li Bai finished speaking and bowed deeply without rising did Zhuangzi let out a soft laugh.

There was no mockery in that laughter, only a lucid insight that saw straight through worldly affairs.

"Little friend Taibai."

Zhuangzi slowly began to speak, his voice like a clear spring in the mountains, washing away Li Bai's restlessness and gloom:

"You ask me what it means to be carefree.

But do you know that the Free and Easy Wandering you and I understand are worlds apart at their core?"

Li Bai froze, then looked up at Zhuangzi. "The difference?"

Zhuangzi casually snapped off a bamboo branch and lightly drew a line across the ground:

"I am a man of the secluded sect, one who shuns the world.

The Free and Easy Wandering I pursue is freedom from all restraints. It is 'the Sage has no achievements, the Sage has no name.'

I seek nothing from the world, and the world cannot bind me.

When the King of Chu sent someone to invite me to become Prime Minister, I would rather be a tortoise rolling in the mud than a divine tortoise enshrined in the imperial court.

Because I know that once one enters the net of the mortal world and becomes entangled in karma, one is no