Chapter 35 General Pei Min, the Saint of the Sword
Word Number：379
Author：闲穿径竹
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Release Time：2025-06-26
Li Bai took a leisurely sip of his wine before speaking. “At fifteen, I had already mastered the sword, challenging lords and noblemen alike. By thirty, my verses carried the weight of ministers and chancellors. Though I stand no taller than seven feet, my spirit commands ten thousand men. Once, I sought out General Pei, the great Saint of the Sword, hoping to become his disciple. But the general took one look at my love of wine and turned me away, fearing it would lead me to ruin. I pleaded with him time and again, and at last, he relented—not to take me as his student, but to teach me a single technique: the art of the Drunken Sword.” Guo Ziyi drained his cup in one swift motion, then turned to ask, “Brother, the General Pei you speak of—surely you mean none other than Pei Min, the Saint of the Sword, personally bestowed that title by His Majesty’s own hand?” Li Bai lifted the wine jug, raised it to his lips, and took a deep draught. With a satisfied sigh, he declared, “The very same!” Guo Ziyi spoke with admiration, “I have heard that General Pei once felled thirty-one fierce tigers in a single day. He led but a few thousand men in a northern campaign against the Xi and Khitan, facing a storm of arrows from the enemy ranks. Yet, undaunted, he rode alone into the fray, cutting down each whistling shaft with a stroke of his sword. So fearsome was the sight that the enemy, struck with terror, abandoned the siege and fled.” Li Bai smiled and said, “I had the fortune to witness General Pei’s unparalleled skill with my own eyes. That day, I was at his residence alongside Wu Daozi. The general rode like the wind, his movements swift and fluid. With a flick of his wrist, he sent his sword soaring into the sky—higher than ten dozen feet—before it plunged back to earth like a streak of lightning. At the last moment, he caught it effortlessly in its scabbard, the blade slicing through the air and gliding into the hall with unerring precision. The gathered crowd, numbering in the hundreds, stood speechless in awe. Inspired by the spectacle,
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