I am the villain in the book

Spring River Flower Moon Night.

For anyone from that country with five thousand years of brilliant civilization, there are always a few poems etched into their bones.

Like "Spring sleep, unaware of dawn"; like "Before the bed, bright moonlight"; like "Hoeing millet under the noonday sun"; like "Red palms stirring clear waves."

And like "When will the moon be clear?", a poem that rendered all other Mid-Autumn Festival poems obsolete.

Or even "Spring River Flower Moon Night", a lone masterpiece that overshadowed the entire Tang Dynasty.

Faced with such a long poem that was difficult to summarize in terms of its status, achievement, and value, Wei Changtian subconsciously restrained his almost impatient emotions, looked up at Shen Ran, at Su Wu, and then at the thousands of literati and poets in the distance who were straining their necks.

And everyone was staring at him intently.

Eight consecutive masterpieces had numbed everyone's minds to the point of near stagnation, and even Ning Yongnian had already risen from the high platform, his eyes filled with deep astonishment.

The crowd did not know that behind Wei Changtian stood the entire wisdom of a long civilization that had experienced countless unions and separations, twists and turns, ups and downs.

Nor did they know what they were about to hear and see.

Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!

Today, I will let you hear it!

What is called a lone masterpiece that surpasses all others!

What is called the poem of poems, the peak of peaks!

Taking a step forward, facing the Sun Moon Lake reflecting the stars, Wei Changtian began to recite loudly.

"The spring river swells with the sea's tide, and the sea shares the moon's birth with the tide!"

"Tremulous, following the waves for thousands of miles, where in the spring river is there no bright moon!"

Like a dream, like reality, like being awake, like being asleep.

With just two lines, the not-so-large Sun Moon Lake suddenly surged with monstrous waves, giving people the illusion of not knowing whether they were on the shore of a lake, a river, or the sea.

Countless golden carp leaped high above everyone's heads with the waves, as if truly leaping over the Dragon Gate and transforming into golden dragons.

"Waves without wind! Tens of thousands of golden carp vying to leap! This, this is only two lines!"

Whether it was Shen Ran, who should have been the protagonist tonight, or Su Wu, who was known as a sage.

Or Yan Shuyuan, Ning Yongnian, Liu Zongliang, Liang Zhen, who came with different purposes.

Everyone stared blankly at these visions, their bodies trembling uncontrollably with excitement and shock.

"Sister Xu, am I, am I seeing things?"

You Jia asked tremblingly, "Why, why can two lines of poetry cause such a big wave on the lake?"

"I..."

Xu Qingwan stared blankly at the man standing tall before the giant wave, her mouth open, but she couldn't say another word.

On the other side.

Wei Changtian's voice continued, each word and sentence seeming to roll in from the horizon.

"The river flows winding around the fragrant fields, the moon shines on the flowering forest like frost; the flowing frost is not felt in the sky, and the white sand on the shore is invisible."

"The river and sky are the same color, without a speck of dust, a solitary moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon by the river? In what year did the river moon first shine on people?"

"Life after life is endless, the river moon is only similar year after year. I don't know who the river moon waits for, but I only see the Yangtze River sending flowing water."

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From large to small, from far to near.

The ink gradually condensed from the clear and bright universe into a solitary moon, and then used the bright moon to symbolize the repetition and impermanence, the ordinariness and greatness of life.

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White clouds, a small boat.

Lovesickness, a moonlit tower.

Separated person, a dressing table.

Looking at each other, unable to hear each other.

Unknowingly, bean-sized tears had already burst from her eyes.

Xu Qingwan thought of her infatuation when she sat in front of the window of her boudoir in the capital, looking at the bright moon and thinking of Wei Changtian.

Yang Liu Shi thought of the despair when she was trapped in the Misty Cloud Mountains, thinking that she would be separated from Wei Changtian forever.

And You Jia.

Her eyes blurred with tears, she looked at the high platform again, at that tall and cold profile, and her heart suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable pain.

She wanted to rush over regardless of everything, but she never took this step.

Because she knew.

Ning Yongnian's heart contained the country, the common people, great ambitions, and eternal aspirations, but there was no place for her.

The bright moon can know one's heart, but the king cannot.

After talking about the spring tide, talking about lovesickness, talking about life.

Turning around, Wei Changtian looked at Shen Ran, who was also in a foreign land, and softly recited the last eight lines of this poem, which was destined to be recorded in history and shine with the sun and moon for ten thousand years.

These eight lines were for Shen Ran, and also for himself.

"Last night, in a quiet pool, I dreamed of falling flowers, pitifully, halfway through spring, I have not returned home."

"The river water flows away the spring, about to end, the moon falls again to the west of the river pool."

"The slanting moon sinks deep into the sea mist, the Jieshi and Xiangjiang have endless roads."

"I don't know how many people will return by the moon, the falling moon sways with emotion, the trees fill the river."

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"Hua! ! ! !"

As the last word fell, the entire Sun Moon Lake, from east to west, from south to north, every ten feet, every inch of the lake surface instantly rippled at the same time, and then a vast expanse of dazzling golden light rose in the huge sound of breaking water.

At this time, no one counted how many golden carp had leaped out, because this number had far exceeded their cognition.

Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Thirty thousand?

Or all of them?

Tens of thousands of leaping golden-tailed carp proved to the world in this unscientific way just how unprecedented the long poem called "Spring River Flower Moon Night" had reached, even...

"This, what is this?!"

In the sudden exclamation, everyone only saw that the golden light reflected by the golden tails slowly gathered in one place, and then actually formed a huge golden gate with a length and width of tens of feet!

And with the appearance of the golden gate, all the golden carp in Sun Moon Lake rushed towards the golden gate from all directions like crazy, leaping forward at all costs!

This is real, the carp leaping over the Dragon Gate!

Another vision appeared in the world, and it was even more shocking than the "waves without wind" just now.

For six years, my clothes were torn in the dust of the imperial city, one day the scales fell from the Heavenly Pool.

Could it be that today, there will really be a transformation into a dragon?!

Everyone stared at the golden gate, even forgetting to breathe.

Then at a certain moment...

"Roar! ! !"

A earth-shattering dragon roar came first, followed by a golden figure soaring through the clouds.

With the support of countless companions beneath it, a golden carp with broken scales and blood stains actually leaped over the golden gate and flew all the way to the clouds, transforming into a golden dragon that could not be more real!

The golden dragon roared and swayed a few times in the night sky, and then, in full view of everyone, suddenly swooped down towards Wei Changtian, who was also stunned.

Damn, repay kindness with revenge?

This golden dragon fish doesn't have martial virtue!

Looking at the huge dragon head with its fangs and claws rushing towards him, Wei Changtian cursed in his heart, and at the same time quickly called out the system interface, preparing to buy a "Qingjue Jade Pendant" at any time to save his life.

However, the facts proved that he was overthinking it.

The golden dragon roared down, brushed past his body, and then rushed straight into the sky again, tumbling a few times and quickly disappeared completely into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, everything returned to calm.

The golden gate had dissipated, and the golden carp that had failed to transform into dragons also returned to the bottom of the lake.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

But this was indeed not an illusion.

Looking down at the golden scale in his hand, Wei Changtian found the same one in the system in the next second.

[True Dragon Forehead Scale (Special Item), can increase the user's realm by one major level, without any restrictions, 5000 points]

Wei Changtian: "..."

Awesome.