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

"Ninth Prince, Ling was a little rude just now. To apologize, how about you come up with the content of this literary duel?"

"Mr. Ling is very generous. I am ashamed of myself. In this case, why don't we express ourselves freely? There is no limit to the subject matter or style, as long as it has literary value."

"Is there a limit to the number?"

"No... no, if you are not satisfied with the result, you can naturally pick up the pen and write again."

Gu Yue Fusheng's mouth twitched. He set the content without a title to show his own temperament and prevent Ling Kongli from losing so badly, so as not to get angry and retaliate against him.

But Ling Kongli's question made him a little unconfident.

Could he really say a famous article through the ages?

Confucianism and Taoism appeared in the Five Realms not long ago, and it is one of the most closed paths among the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Scholars in the world do not have a systematic cultivation system, so they can only explore gradually.

In contemporary times, only Wensheng has cultivated Confucianism and Taoism to the eighth level.

Even though Ling Kongli has the name of contemporary taboo, he is beyond the heavenly prodigy, and other evildoers cannot be compared with him.

Gu Yue Fusheng is unwilling to believe that Ling Kongli has the leisure to study Confucianism while practicing many great ways.

If Ling Kongli has achieved certain achievements in Confucianism, which is still in its infancy, is he still a human being?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

"That's great, then Ling will throw a brick to welcome jade."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

They didn't expect Ling Kongli to pick up the pen and write poems without any hesitation, without giving himself any room to think.

Did he really study Confucianism?

Did he already have poems in his mind?

The best way to break doubts is to verify with actions.

Ling Kongli did not care about the eyes of the crowd and chanted.

"Writing on the wall in prison."

Some people may ask, the place names and characters in the poem have never been heard of.

But does it matter? It doesn't affect at all.

Guaranteed.

The Five Realms are so vast that the fastest Eight-turn Light Dao cultivators cannot reach the border even if they fly for ten years.

Therefore, the five realms generally use the cross-realm gate as a means of movement.

Therefore, these place names and names do not need to be explained at all. There are many places with the same name, so why bother so much?

If you have any doubts, just look at the map and find it yourself. Ling Kongli will not change a word anyway.

As for what emotions the poem wants to express and how to interpret it, this is not his consideration.

There are smart people who will help him compile it into a book and promote it well.

Maybe it will become a must-remember document for Confucian cultivators.

"Looking at the door to stay, I think of Zhang Jian, and I will wait for Du Gen for a moment."

When this sentence came out, everyone felt Ling Kongli's level a little, but they were not surprised.

Compared with Ling Kongli's other achievements, this sentence was a little mediocre.

Gu Yue Fusheng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment his face froze.

The servant in charge of recording was also shocked to the point of forgetting the words when he picked up the pen.

"I smile at the sky with my sword, and I will leave my loyalty to Kunlun!"

Boom!

As Lingkongli said this, the void was stirred, and a great righteousness swept from the heaven and earth, suddenly pouring over his head.

The whole Misty Rain Tower became a world made of ink, independent of heaven and earth.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

A senior old Confucian even knelt down on the spot, hesitating with a hoarse voice.

"This... Is this, what is recorded in ancient books... Words reflect all things?"

"Hahaha! My Confucianism should flourish, Confucianism should flourish!"

Everyone ignored the old Confucian's madness, and their eyes were all focused on the sky.

In Lingkongli's few words, a peerless sword emperor who seemed to have an iron will and was indomitable appeared in the Misty Rain Tower.

He stepped on the void, his eyes were defiant.

He looked down at everyone present, and his sword energy was wantonly.

After a hearty smile, it turned into the purest righteous energy and flowed into Ling Kongli's body.

One turn, two turns...

In a moment, Ling Kongli's Ju Yuan cultivation reached the peak of the second turn.

Everyone was stunned again when they saw Ling Kongli's realm rising, and they were extremely surprised.

He... He really lost all his cultivation!

No wonder!

No wonder he had such a state of mind and said such a crazy poem.

For a moment, everyone began to recall the rumors about Ling Kongli.

He abandoned his cultivation, destroyed his Dao bones, broke up with his master and parents, resigned from the position of Son of God, slaughtered Tianjiao...

Could all this be true?

Everyone didn't dare to think about it. No matter what Ling Kongli was like, he was still Ling Kongli, and they were not qualified to comment on him.

So what if he abandoned his cultivation and destroyed his Dao bones?

Didn't he just recover a little cultivation?

Slaughter Tianjiao?

Didn't Ling Kongli kill enough Tianjiao?

What's the big deal? As long as the target is Ling Kongli, even if something impossible happens, it becomes reasonable.

This is the influence of contemporary taboos.

Gu Yue Fusheng was so regretful at this moment.

He was angry!

Looking at Ling Kongli, who was now at the same level as himself, Gu Yue Fusheng knew that he had lost his only chance to defeat Ling Kongli.

Damn it!

Why didn't I choose martial arts in the first place!

My fame... was ruined...

Gu Yue Fusheng no longer had the mood to compete. There was no poem in his mind that could compare with "Writing on the Wall in Prison".

He didn't want to deceive himself anymore.

But now that Ling Kongli was in a poetic mood, how could he stop?

He was just throwing out a brick to attract jade, but the one he was attracting was his own "jade".

Gu Yue Fusheng was about to admit defeat, but Ling Kongli volunteered to mention another poem.

This time he was going to be ruthless.

He took out a famous poem written by a poet whom he was willing to call his brother.

"Since the Ninth Prince said there is no limit to the number, and Ling is in a good mood now, why don't I show my ugliness again?"

"Ha...ha, Mr. Ling, please do as you please, I am all ears."

Gu Yue Fusheng's smile was uglier than crying. This time he would not think that Ling Kongli was sensational.

He was the real clown...

The faces of the people in the Misty Rain Tower also became serious, for fear of missing a word.

The Confucian cultivators in the tower were so excited that their whole bodies trembled, and the look they gave Ling Kongli was like the hope of Confucianism.

They had a hunch that today they would witness a milestone in the development of Confucianism.

Ling Kongli did not disappoint them. In the surprised eyes of the crowd, he drank and wrote poems.

His every move showed his arrogance.

The first sentence alone brought out the rhythm of heaven and earth, which was no worse than "Writing on the Wall in Prison".

It seemed that the Confucian and Taoist luck was paying special attention to this place at this time.

"Let's drink."

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returns."

Wonderful!

The heaven and earth were shocked.

The words reflected all things.

It seemed that there was really a surging river coming from the sky and pouring down.

When the black and white of ink and water met, the world suddenly lost its color.

For a while.

The power of the Tao triggered in the Misty Rain Tower attracted the attention of most of the strong men in Nandou Immortal City.

The only Confucian and Taoist eighth-level Kong Liangming was shocked and sat up in the pile of ancient texts, and hurried over...

He realized that a quatrain of the ages was about to appear in the world.