The emperor gave too much, the system is not satisfied and has turned black

"Looking back at the chaotic mountains, I can't see my old friends, only clouds. Who is like the pine trees on Yiran Mountain? They are tall and straight. They welcome guests from the west and send them off!"

"Looking back at the chaotic mountains..."

Mo Xiangran stood on the scenic mountain road, chanting softly.

Her face was fascinated.

In front of her, the words engraved on the stone beside the mountain road immediately attracted her, who was known for her talent.

In this world, all cultivators blindly pursue the strength of their bodies and souls. The way of Confucianism has long been lonely. She didn't expect to see such beautiful poems on Yiran Peak.

She whispered: "The words are beautiful, the poems are beautiful, and the artistic conception is beautiful."

As she watched, her body trembled slightly again.

Every word in the poem seemed to contain a powerful divine power, constantly involving her thoughts and bringing her into the artistic conception of the poem.

Unable to help herself, she looked back and saw the mountains stretching across, and in her eyes was a vast sea of ​​clouds, and no human traces could be seen.

Then look up.

In her mind, a scene has already emerged: on the mountain road, there is a graceful man, he is amazing and elegant, like a green pine on the mountain, standing tall, welcoming and seeing off the guests, smiling at her...

Looking regretful.

And hopeful.

But unfortunately, it was just a fantasy of artistic conception, and there was no person in the painting in her eyes.

As her heart moved.

Boom!

Under the perception of artistic conception, she was shining with moving brilliance.

Boom!

Once again, a dazzling light rushed out.

Introduced into the artistic conception of the poem, under the influence, her cultivation advanced.

She was smart and gained understanding, and broke the mirror directly.

Mo Xiangran, who was originally at the 8th level of the Soul Shaping Realm, has reached the 1st level of the Martial King Realm in a moment.

She couldn't help but be overjoyed. Which Confucian and Taoist master engraved this poem, which actually contained such a powerful power, making her feel like she had gained a fortune when she watched it.

Because she is one of the rare Confucian and Taoist practitioners.

Practicing Confucianism and Taoism, with talent in the body, poems can kill enemies, lyrics can destroy armies, and articles can bring peace to the world.

Confucianism and Taoism do not cultivate the body and soul, but comprehend talent and gain cultivation from it. It is easy to understand, just like the more profound knowledge and the higher the cultural level, the stronger the realm of cultivation.

Of course, if you can create literary talent, you can gain more cultivation.

You can gain a lot of cultivation by creating an excellent poem.

If you can create a masterpiece that amazes everyone, you can even ascend to heaven in one step and step directly into the realm of saints.

The saints of Confucianism and Taoism are equivalent to the existence of the emperor in martial arts.

"The poem is called "To the Visitors", so the author of this poem is naturally the owner of this Yiran Peak?"

In joy, Mo Xiangran couldn't help but look stunned.

The owner of this place is not Li Congxin, the son of Taiqian Saint?

"How is this possible?"

"No, no."

Shaking his head, he immediately gave up the idea.

How could that useless boy have such talent? Presumably, it was created by the previous owner of this mountain before Li Congxin was born?

He collected his thoughts and continued to walk up the mountain.

He had only taken a few steps...

He was shocked again.

His eyes were fixed, and his face was infatuated.

Even, his expression gradually turned into surprise, excitement, and high spirits.

Looking at the poem on the stone wall: "The elegance of the ages is here now, and you should not give up your millions of fame."

"The king has three thousand states."

"How can a sparrow know a swan? The goddess of heaven originally came out of the helmet!"

"But you laugh at the fact that Luxi is as big as a bucket, are you willing to try your hand with a butcher knife?"

"Longevity, two jade cups!"

Because I don't know the allusions in the poem, I can't understand it completely, but a kind of artistic conception still surges up, and for a moment, my heart is passionate and heroic, and it is heart-wrenching.

Boom!

Mo Xiangran's whole body shuddered, and her cultivation broke through three levels again.

Martial King Realm, Level 4.

Under the surprise, she was more shocked and incredible.

"Taiqian Holy Land, no wonder it is regarded as the most sacred, mysterious and supreme place by the world."

"This place actually has such a peerless poem engraved on it!"

"If the creator is a Confucianist or Taoist, with this article, I'm afraid he can step into the Quasi-Sainthood in one step."

Shocked, she murmured to herself: "The elegance of the ages is here now, and the millions of fame should not be rested. Who is it? What kind of amazing person can write such a quatrain?"

"What a pity."

"It's a pity that the ancients have passed away and are not in the same era as me. I can't see the peerless style of the gentleman."

Mo Xiangran showed regret.

She still believed that this was also the last song left by the previous owner of this peak.

In the past, she boasted of her talent, but at this moment, compared with the person who engraved the poem, Mo Xiangran only had eight words in her heart: I am ashamed of myself and I bow down to worship.

Even if I stand on tiptoe, I can't compare with him.

With a look of longing on her face, she stood in front of the stone wall, unwilling to leave for a long time.

But in the end, she chose to move forward.

But she didn't walk far before she stopped again, looking at the stone wall in front of her, her expression was stupid again.

On her beautiful face, she began to show a sad autumn and spring look, and her eyes were sad.

"If life is just like the first sight, why does the autumn wind make the fan sad..."

The first sentence of the long poem on the stone wall drew her entire emotion into it, and a sadness surged from her heart, unable to extricate herself.

Boom!

In the artistic conception, Mo Xiangran didn't even notice that her cultivation had improved again.

"If life is just like the first sight, if life is just like the first sight..."

"Yes, that would be great. It would always be the most beautiful moment, without the separation of relatives, the hatred of friends, and the love between lovers..."

Mo Xiangran walked in slowly, stroking the words on the stone wall with her slender jade fingers, feeling that every word was full of sadness. She was immersed in the artistic conception, and every time she moved her lotus steps, a teardrop fell from her eyes...

"What kind of sentimental person can write such a sad sentence?"

People lingered in front of the stone wall.

A piece of stone wall was touched back and forth by her more than ten times.

After a long time, she left reluctantly.

But she had just taken a few steps...

"Ask the world, what is love, it makes people promise to live and die."

Boom!

The brain was hit by a critical hit.

Boom!

At the same time, Mo Xiangran, who was shining with a dazzling upgrade light, trembled, and instantly fell into the artistic conception of poetry. She squatted on the ground, covered her face and cried sadly.

That look made her look like she had lost her state.

Next

After seeing several poems in a row, Mo Xiangran had forgotten what she came for.

She was seen wandering around Yiran Peak with a dazed look on her face like a fool, looking for places with cliffs and rocks everywhere.

She was looking for poems that were either full of passion, or melancholy and sad, or beautiful.

"What kind of extraordinary talent can write so many masterpieces."

"No, it's a masterpiece!"

"It's a masterpiece for all ages!"

She had reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm and was about to enter the Grandmaster realm. She was like a lost wandering soul, still whispering to herself: "If I can see this person once, even if my beauty is consumed in an instant, my black hair turns white and drifts away, I am willing to do so."

Until she was awakened by a burst of music.

"Who is playing the music?"

Mo Xiangran was surprised.

She quickly cleared her mind, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and listened carefully.

The music was extremely beautiful and melodious, and could even pull people into a state of emotional sadness, but...

Mo Xiangran was proud of being proficient in all the musical instruments in the world, but she couldn't tell what kind of instrument the sound was from. After careful listening, it was a bit similar to the dulcimer, but it was more ethereal, soft, and crisp than the dulcimer.

"To be able to play such beautiful music, he must be a person of extraordinary talent and elegance."

"Could it be that the predecessor who created those poems is not dead, but still lives on Yiran Peak?"

Thinking of this, she felt incomparable excitement in her heart.

She quickly tidied up her hair and makeup, and then walked towards the sound of the piano.

...

But it was half an incense stick of time ago.

In the pavilion, Li Congxin, who had just come back from a walk, had just sat down, but stood up again.

A thoughtful look appeared on his face.

He admitted that he was used to suffering in his previous life and had never experienced a leisurely life. Before, he just wanted to lie down and play.

But after a period of "graffiti all over the mountain", now, Li Congxin feels that pursuing a higher quality of lying down is the real enjoyment of life.

Lying down and playing is not only about eating, drinking and sleeping, but also listening to music in the brothel, singing freely with wine, cleansing the soul with poetry, cultivating sentiments with music, etc., which are more advanced enjoyments.

Li Congxin suddenly had an idea, wanting to learn from the ancients to sit quietly in the pavilion, play the piano and zither, and sing in the bamboo forest.

The thought just came together...

[Ding! The system is being upgraded. ]

[The system has been successfully upgraded. ]

[Reminder, you have obtained the title of 'God of Music'. ]

[Reminder, you have obtained the title of 'God of Song'. ]

Li Congxin showed an imperceptible smile on his face.

He just got the title of "God of Literature" and "God of Writing", and now he has become the God of Music and Song. His system neither issues tasks to the host nor sets difficulty. He is not willing to give in to anyone and will fight with anyone.

Two words: fun!

Whatever you think of, it will come true. It is simply a wish-making system.