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

"Don't you see, the mirror in the hall is sad about the white hair, which was black in the morning and turned into snow in the evening."

The speed of the eight-turn strong man was so fast that Ling Kongli just read the second sentence.

The contemporary literary saint Kong Liangming had already arrived at the Misty Rain Tower.

After hearing this sentence, a pair of slightly turbid eyes became clear.

His heart was full of shock, staring at Ling Kongli who was wrapped in the righteous spirit, and couldn't help clapping and cheering, and marveled.

"Incredible, this boy is so young, but he actually understands such a state of mind? It's incredible."

"He can't really create a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation?"

As the only great mountain of Confucianism in the world, how could Kong Liangming not see the value of this sentence.

Therefore, he was too excited and forgot to hide his body.

After everyone recognized his identity, they all took a breath of cold air, and had a new understanding of the poem written by Ling Kongli.

And in the eyes of everyone's amazement, Ling Kongli said the third sentence.

"When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain."

"Good! A genius, a peerless genius! Who is this young man?"

Kong Liangming turned a deaf ear to the outside world and only read the books of sages.

Therefore, he did not pay much attention to the new generation of Tianjiao, but he knew a few Tianjiao who specialized in Confucianism and Taoism.

Ling Kongli, the contemporary taboo who unified the three thousand great ways, became a new face.

"Wensheng, he is the son of the gods of the former Yanxian Sect..."

"Shut up! Such quatrains are unprecedented, and no one is allowed to interfere! I want to witness history with my own eyes!"

Kong Liangming was a little crazy, and he could not tolerate any noise around him.

The corners of the Confucian cultivator who spoke twitched.

He dared not refute, what could he do?

The person in front of him was the hope and pride of all the scholars in the Five Regions.

If the talents in the world are divided into ten buckets, then Kong Liangming alone occupies eight buckets.

In this era when Confucianism and Taoism have just been revived, he alone shouldered the burden of Confucianism and Taoism.

With cold eyes, he proved the feasibility of practicing Confucianism.

With an ordinary human body without holes, he achieved the title of eight-turn immortal and literary saint.

Confucianism is different from other great ways. Confucianism pays more attention to the understanding of artistic conception and luck.

Take Kong Liangming for example. In the first hundred years of his life, he read thousands of books but was only a third-turn Confucianist.

But in the past two years, he was lucky enough to have an epiphany and repeatedly break through the realm.

He ascended to heaven in one step and became famous all over the world.

This is the result of Kong Liangming's accumulation of experience and winning the reward of heaven for hard work.

In the same way, Kong Liangming knew the hardships of Confucianism and Taoism to accumulate Taoism, so he looked at Ling Kongli differently.

Because Ling Kongli was really too young.

It is incredible that he has such a feeling at this age.

"I was born with talents that must be useful. I will return even if I spend all my money!"

Quiet!

The whole audience was shocked!

Silence.

The whole Yanyu Tower was surprisingly quiet.

Everyone felt the extraordinary and unrestrained uninhibitedness from it.

Combined with Ling Kongli's experience, they felt sad and heartbroken about Ling Kongli's dissipation of his cultivation and his re-cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism.

The two states of mind, one crazy and one sad, were mixed together, and they felt indescribably lost.

But Ling Kongli, on the other hand, was drinking and writing poetry, unrestrained and unrestrained, and still so arrogant and arrogant.

Everyone felt ashamed of themselves, but also yearned for it.

The heroes of the time should be like this.

What is the contemporary taboo? What is unparalleled in the world?

This is unparalleled in the world, dominating a generation!

Cool!

Under the initiation of the Dao Yun, Ling Kongli fell into a wonderful state of mind, enjoying it abnormally, and his Ju Yuan cultivation was rapidly improved.

Feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, he couldn't help but sigh at the mystery of Confucianism and Taoism.

It was indeed a sudden enlightenment, turning a carp into a dragon.

In a short while, he broke through from the peak of the second turn to the peak of the third turn.

It is equivalent to more than ten years of hard work by ordinary geniuses.

"Confucianism and Taoism... should not be underestimated. It seems that I can't mess with scholars casually in the future. It's really scary to have a sudden enlightenment."

Ling Kongli muttered in his heart, feeling a lot of emotion.

He had a premonition that Confucianism and Taoism would flourish.

He was also more and more curious about what would happen when he finished the whole article.

"All the saints and sages in ancient times were lonely, only the drinkers left their names"

"Good! Good! Hahaha! Another eternal quatrain, I must accept this kid as my last disciple!"

"I didn't expect that I could meet such a genius in this life. The heavens will not let me down, and will not let Confucianism down! Accepting him as a disciple, I, Kong Liangming, will not live in vain."

As Ling Kongli wrote the poem, the purple air in the sky came from the east, gathered above the heaven and earth, and formed a huge vortex composed of righteous energy.

All the cultivators in Nandou Immortal City were startled, watching Ling Kongli gather the rhyme of Taoism in himself.

The momentum rose, without any decadence.

Ling Kongli also completely let himself go, drinking blood-refined wine, one pot after another, and was already a little drunk.

But no matter how drunk Ling Kongli was, no one dared to underestimate him.

Ordinary people are addicted to alcohol, that's called a drunkard.

Ling Kongli wrote poems and drank, that's called personality.

Not convinced?

If you have the ability, you can also drink and write poems, and write a quatrain that will be passed down through the ages?

If you can't, don't talk about our brother.

"Five-colored horses, furs worth thousands of gold, call my son to go out and exchange for good wine, and share the eternal sorrow with you."

As the last sentence fell, the whole Yanyu Tower trembled violently.

Thousands of miles of auspicious clouds floated over and gathered above the Nandou Fairy City, just like a colorful painting from the fairyland.

At that time, the sweet dew fell from the sky, but it was reluctant to fall, as if waiting for the last moment.

Ling Kongli snatched the scroll that recorded the story of "Jiang Jin Jiu" from the servant, and wrote his name at the end.

Since then, the gift of Confucianism and Taoism has entered his body.

Ling Kongli achieved the fifth level of Ju Yuan cultivation, and has a chance to reach the heavenly level.

"Brother Bai, thank you."

Ling Kongli was grateful from the bottom of his heart. A piece of "Jiang Jin Jiu" solved the hidden danger of his "spirit, energy and spirit" imbalance.

It was really a life-saving grace.

"My friend, please stay!"

The outcome of this literary duel was beyond doubt. Ling Kongli was ready to take Ye Qianshuang away, but unexpectedly, Kong Liangming directly blocked his way.

He couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but due to his eighth level of cultivation.

He could only stay for a while.

"Boy, meet the Sage of Literature."

"Hey! It's strange, it's strange. Just call me Old Kong. If you can, you can also call me Master. I want to accept you as my last disciple."

Ling Kongli was humble in words, but he didn't lower his posture, not even bowing.

Kong Liangming didn't mind, and patted Ling Kongli's shoulder casually, without any airs of an elder.

He was more like an old naughty boy. As he talked, he put his arm around Ling Kongli's shoulder and stuffed him with a disciple token.

Ling Kongli just smiled at this.

The little girl was in his hands, and his Juyuan cultivation had broken through to the fifth turn. He didn't bother to pay attention to this old man.

"Senior, let me think about it again. You should also learn more about me from outsiders. I will come to your poetry conference. It won't be too late for us to discuss the matter of accepting disciples then. I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Ling Kongli activated the teleportation array prepared in advance and left Yanyu Tower with Ye Qianshuang.

Wen Sheng was left standing there with a confused look on his face.

Was he rejected?

"Can anyone tell me who that guy is?"

Wen Sheng looked around the room, and his sight finally fell on the Confucian cultivator who had spoken to him not long ago...