I have become a deity, right? The deity regrets, but I don't

"No, I prefer to recite poetry."

Kong Liangming originally wanted to personally make ink for Ling Kongli, but who knew that this kid didn't appreciate it at all.

I saw one step away from the sky, stepping on the river, without causing any waves during the stroll.

The bright moon hangs high, and its light shines lightly.

The water of the river is sparkling, meandering like a silver belt, and the tide of the Spring River is mighty, connecting it with the sea.

The river and sky are the same color, without any dust contamination, only the lone moon and the surging river water.

As soon as the scenery came into view, Lingkongli suddenly felt poetic.

The sound was clear and clear to the ears, and it was astonishingly a solitary piece that overwhelmed the entire Tang Dynasty.

"Spring River, Flowers and Moonlight Night."

"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea."

As the first sentence falls.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

Just the artistic conception revealed in the first sentence made them excited.

Ji Haoyue became even more imaginative, even though she knew that Ling Kongli could not write her into the poem.

But don’t guess what the girl is thinking, I won’t tell you if you guess it right, hum!

If you fantasize a little bit, it's still very beautiful...

"I suddenly understood why Lingzi had the confidence to be the first to compose a poem... This sentence alone is not something that ordinary people like me can write..."

"Don't admire Ling Kongli too early. If you start too strong at the beginning, it's easy to run out of stamina. You idiots, don't overly deify Ling Kongli. He's just..."

All the Confucianism cultivators showed admiration, but some narrow-minded monks from aristocratic families and dynasties scorned him.

And after Ling Kongli chanted a few more words, the monks who looked sarcastic and couldn't bear to see Ling Kongli appearing in front of others could no longer laugh.

"The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!"

"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes."

"The frost is flying in the air, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen."

quiet.

The entire academy was eerily silent.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, fearing that they would not hear the next sentence and speak out to hinder the birth of the eternal story.

Those who thought about coming from behind and waiting for Ling Kongli to make a fool of themselves were no longer calm and composed at this time, and all showed panic expressions.

They suddenly regretted letting Ling Kongli be the first to take the stage.

These few lines of poetry are like the creation of a new world, a dimension-reducing blow that subverts everyone's understanding of literature.

How should they answer it?

What to pick up?

Even though they have ten thousand reluctances in their hearts, when the facts are in front of them, they can only be convinced and unable to get angry.

On the contrary...

At this moment, the Taoist hearts of all the Confucian cultivators were already boiling.

What does it mean to be unparalleled in the world?

This is called unparalleled in the world!

If the first sentence at the beginning only makes them feel amazing, then after these few sentences, it is no longer something that can be talked about as a literary matter.

How could they be qualified to comment on such an isolated article?

Words reflect everything.

Following Ling Kongli's words and deeds, the world was turbulent.

Haoran's Holy Body was filled with divine light, and Ling Kongli looked like a true immortal at that time.

"Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon on the river first shine on people?"

boom……

The river flows endlessly, and the bright moon hangs high.

Every movement, every stillness, is poignant and magnificent.

The breeze blew gently, the river rippled, and the moon shadow swayed.

The bright moon in the sky is getting brighter and brighter, reflecting in the water, showing the appearance of double moons.

Suddenly...the world stopped, ink and wash swept across, and the Confucian sage appeared.

Everyone looked up and saw the mighty wind flowing into the divine body, making everything pale.

"A vision, another vision! The same is true for Ling Zi's song "About to Enter the Wine", "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"... This is also a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages!"

"Lingzi...Heavenly Man...This work is unparalleled in ancient and modern times! Throughout history, there is no other article that can compare with it. At least it has saved my generation of Confucian cultivators from detours for thousands of years. It is truly the pinnacle of my supreme knowledge in Confucianism and Taoism!"

"Don't sigh, quickly understand the meaning of it. Thanks to Ling Zi, many of my colleagues have already broken through!"

When someone broke through one after another... all the Confucian cultivators went crazy.

Facts speak louder than words.

Even monks who do not practice Confucianism now understand the value of the Moonlit Night on the Spring River.

This poem not only had a spiritual impact on them, but also opened up a new direction for Confucianism cultivators all over the world.

This is extremely precious to Confucianism and Taoism, which are flourishing despite all failures.

It is enough to be called the most precious treasure of Confucianism and Taoism!

And the Taoist aura around Ling Kongli was even worse, causing waves of exclamations.

"Oh my god...Is he...is he still a human being? Ling Zi...seems like he can reach heaven and become an immortal?"

…

shock!

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone has different opinions, but they are all shocked in their hearts.

A twenty-year-old immortal? How is this possible?

But if it were him, nothing seems impossible... This is a contemporary taboo!

Reciting poems and poems in the air, entering a beautiful state.

Under the initiation of heaven and earth, his cultivation level rose rapidly.

First level, second level, third level...

Peak of fifth revolution!

Ling Kongli, who was trapped in an infinite artistic conception, unknowingly returned to the peak of the fifth level of Juyuan cultivation.

From then on, the three elements gathered together and heaven and man became one.

Ling Kongli already has the basic conditions to become an immortal!

Seeing this scene, the Zhongzhou Immortal could no longer hold back his murderous intention.

Being mortal makes them miserable.

If you really become an immortal, then what's the point?

kill!

Ling Kongli must die!

What bullshit promise?

If Ling Kongli becomes an immortal and escapes, they will be the ones who suffer!

"Boy, it turns out that you have the idea of ​​becoming an immortal, but you really don't take me seriously! Even if I show my old face today, I will kill you here!"

"As long as I am here, even the Heavenly Rank will be destroyed for you. How can you become an immortal without the Heavenly Rank?"

Wang Ba gave the order, and the immortals of Zhongzhou mobilized the power of the avenue to attack Ling Kongli.

But this act of betrayal also completely ignited the Confucian cultivator's anger.

The Confucian Immortal, who was usually weak in combat power, actually stopped all the attacks from the Zhongzhou Immortal.

"Old bastard, you really don't want Bilian! Fortunately, you are still a famous eighth-level immortal. Is this how you break your promise and bully the younger generation? Old bastard, you deserve to stop here!"

"You stinking furu, shut up, you piece of trash!"

Kong Liangming was really angry. As a Confucian and Taoist saint, he even cursed.

But when you say dirty words, your heart becomes clean and it is harmless.

Master's degree, swearing is really fun.

I'm quite incompetent, hehe~

Wang Ba was also really scolded. What he hated most was others calling him "bastard" and mentioning the fact that his realm was stagnant.

It should be said or not, but Kong Liangming knew how to pick on the pain point, and immediately put the bastard under stress. He did not hold back at all, and used all his killing moves.

However, Kong Liangming is no longer what he used to be.

Even without the support of Confucianism cultivators in the world, he can still fight against Wang Ba.

Ling Kongli was not the only one who achieved enlightenment. Almost all Confucian and Taoist immortals benefited from "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" and achieved transformation in their realm.

The improvement in cultivation is secondary, the main thing is the improvement in law understanding.

"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea."

"Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon on the river first shine on people?"

…

Just a few sentences contain thousands of principles and meanings!

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.

A big wave washes away the sand, a drop in the ocean...

For a moment, my mind wandered to the outer reaches of the sky, feeling the infinity of the universe.

The state of mind of the Confucian and Taoist immortals was sublimated, and several rank-6 immortals broke through on the spot and stepped into the ranks of rank-7!

Kong Liangming accumulated a lot of experience, suddenly understood the laws of time and space, and officially became the leader among the eighth-level immortals.

From then on, the immortals of Zhongzhou no longer had the upper hand.

He couldn't break through the protection of Ling Kongli from the Confucian and Taoist immortals, so he became furious.