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

"Kong Li, this is not the time to act on impulse. Anyway, I will not watch you die in front of me. If your life is in danger, I will not let you go."

The Confucian cultivator was no longer worried, but Ji Haoyue did not know the truth.

Now she was no longer the fairy in the world, and she was anxious, so she grabbed Ling Kongli's hand directly.

It was like a flirtation between Taoist couples.

This intimate behavior made Ling Kongli frown slightly.

He didn't like physical contact with people, but touching blood made him particularly excited.

The true bodies of two gods and demons, isn't this the best blood food?

It's also the kind that can be recycled.

Hehehe!

He immediately thought of a plan and sent a telepathic message to Ji Haoyue.

"Fairy Haoyue, don't worry, I have a plan, but I need your help. Do you want to do something earth-shattering with me?"

"Really? Of course I am willing!"

"Well, when the time is right, I will inform you what to do. Remember, don't tell anyone, and just attend the poetry conference normally."

"Yeah, okay! I promise not to tell anyone."

After Ji Haoyue agreed, he returned to the area where the Ji family was, but pretended to be calm on the surface.

This feeling of having a little secret with Ling Kongli made her very excited.

She didn't even ask what Ling Kongli was going to do, and she agreed happily.

I can only say that love brain is really terrible.

Ling Kongli was not surprised by Ji Haoyue's reaction. He was quite satisfied with this big-breasted and brainless woman.

After all, in the last life, Ji Haoyue was so obedient.

As long as it was his order, Ji Haoyue would execute it without any hesitation.

It can be said that he was as loyal as Ye Meixue.

These two people, one openly and one secretly, helped him deal with a lot of troubles.

If it weren't for Ji Haoyue, his identity as the inheritor of magic skills would not have been exposed in the battle for Tongjie Xianyuan.

For such an easy-to-control and obedient woman.

Ling Kongli naturally didn't want her to die, but the value contained must be squeezed out.

Make the best use of things and people.

In the crowd, Mu Rongyan, who regarded herself as Ling Kongli's fiancée, watched all this with a face full of resentment, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.

But she didn't have the courage to stand beside Ling Kongli, not only because Ji Haoyue was too dazzling.

More importantly, she knew that she would be an unwelcome clown if she went up.

He resented Ling Kongli for being so dazzling, attracting bees and butterflies, and not taking her seriously.

He hated Ji Haoyue for seducing a married man and snatching her opportunity to perform.

Their Mu family was not much worse than the Ji family.

She originally wanted to have a beauty saving a hero, and then take this opportunity to announce her heart to the world.

But who knew that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway and make her plan fall through.

She always felt that the whole world was against her.

The more dazzling Ling Kongli was, the more unbalanced she felt.

When she thought of such a dazzling existence, who should have lived with her forever, would be a stranger to her.

Her heart ached.

She would never allow this to happen.

"Ling Kongli, you are mine, and only mine!"

Bang...

Mu Rongyan clenched her fists, and the cup in her hand was crushed. Looking at Ling Kongli on the high platform, her eyes were full of enthusiasm.

The poetry conference continued under the auspices of Kong Liangming.

Although the champion of this poetry conference was already known to all the cultivators.

But the significance of holding a poetry conference is not just to compete for the first place.

Kong Liangming would rather see a situation where a hundred flowers bloom and hope to see more rising stars.

Confucianism and Taoism first appeared, and cultivating Confucianism... was too difficult.

But practicing Confucianism is the only way for mortals without spiritual orifices to become immortals.

It is for this reason that in order to suppress mortals from practicing, it is easier to control.

Most of the books in the world are controlled by aristocratic families and dynasties. Even if they are released, they are some books that are devoid of nutrition and confusing.

It is difficult to find a book, so naturally there will not be too many brilliant Confucian practitioners in the world.

Kong Liangming opened a college to collect classics from hundreds of schools so that Confucian practitioners can have books to read.

In addition to building momentum for himself, he held a poetry conference.

The main purpose is to study the world's scholars, select the best wood, and assist in carving it, so as to inject fresh blood into Confucianism.

The purpose is to allow Confucianism to gain a foothold in the five regions and have its own piece of pure land.

If he saw the revival of Confucianism in his lifetime, it would be a worthy death and no regrets.

For this goal, he is willing to devote the rest of his life...

"Dear audience, dear students, the poetry conference has come to an end, and the most important part is about to come: writing poems and essays."

"But I have not yet determined the topic... How about this, since there is no topic, why not improvise, students can speak freely and come up with the work they are most satisfied with."

"And the final winner will be selected by us Confucian scholars all over the world, what do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, most of the Confucian scholars in the academy immediately became uneasy.

Without the constraints of the theme, it seems free, but it is actually more challenging, and it can better highlight a person's true talent and the highest level.

Without the guidance of a specific topic, Confucian scholars need to quickly capture inspiration in a blank space and surpass themselves, just like looking for a lighthouse in the vast ocean.

Not only must they conceive novel artistic conception and beautiful words in a short period of time, but they must also meet the requirements of the rhythm of poetry.

This is a great test of the talent, literary accomplishment and adaptability of the Confucian scholars.

And the earlier the poet writes the poem, the more disadvantaged he will be. Maybe there will be a genius who will suddenly realize it on the spot after evaluating other people's poems.

He followed the momentum of the previous article and came from behind.

So the atmosphere on the scene immediately fell into a stalemate, and no one dared to be the first bird to come out.

Kong Liangming shook his head in disappointment.

As he shook his head, his eyes fell on Ling Kongli.

Ling Kongli immediately understood.

After finding the poem that he thought was the most amazing, he spoke immediately.

"In this case, I, Ling Kongli, will throw a brick to welcome jade to the Confucian scholars of our generation."

Ling Kongli slowly walked to the high platform, facing the surprised eyes of the crowd, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Lingzi's move is really impulsive. Isn't this a gift to others?"

"Yes, a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Showing off your talent is just giving others a chance to learn from you, but it is not good for you."

"Alas... Lingzi is too young and too confident after all. If he continues like this, there will be disaster. I hope he can learn a lesson from this failure."

Although the Confucian cultivators admire Ling Kongli's courage, most of them do not think highly of him.

They are also the proud sons of heaven who are the focus of the world, and they are all arrogant.

They do not think that they are worlds apart from Ling Kongli in Confucianism.

After all, there is no first in literature.

Besides, for these latecomers, they do not need to write any extraordinary articles. They only need to slightly surpass Ling Kongli to win the final victory.

Some Confucian cultivators have even begun to imagine that they will be admired by thousands of people after they have defeated Ling Kongli.

As for the shaking heads and sighs of the Confucian cultivators, Ling Kongli does not care.

He also knew the hidden rules and tricks.

He just had absolute confidence in the poem he chose.

Even if it was imitated, it could not be surpassed.

He would let these Confucianists see what it meant to be truly unparalleled in the world.