"When you look back, you see the clouds.".

Who is like the pine tree on the mountain? Pavilion.

Welcome guests from the west and send them off!"Mo Xiangran stood in the scenic mountain road and softly recited," Looking back at the chaotic mountains…".

Exposing Obsession.

Ahead, the inscription on the stone beside the mountain path immediately attracted her, who was famous for her talent..

In this world, all xiuzhe blindly pursued the strength of their bodies and souls. The path of literati had long since fallen. She did not expect to see such beautiful poems on this Yiran Peak..

The poem is beautiful, the poem is beautiful, the mood is beautiful..

"Look," she said, and she shook her head slightly..

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

He couldn't help but look back and see the peaks. In his eyes was a vast sea of clouds. He couldn't see anyone clearly..

Look up again..

An image appeared in his mind: On the mountain path, there was a man with elegant demeanor. He was extremely talented and elegant, like a pine tree on the mountain. He stood in a pavilion to welcome guests coming and going. He was smiling at him with regret on his face….

And expectations..

But unfortunately, it was just a fantasy, and in my eyes, there was no one in my heart..

As her heart beat.

Boom! Under the comprehension of the concept, her body emitted a moving luster..

Boom! Once again, a dazzling light.

Introduced into the poem concept, infected, cultivation advanced.

She was smart enough to gain insight and break through the mirror directly..

Mo Xiangran, who was originally at Level 8 of the Soul Molding Realm, had reached Level 1 of the Martial King Realm in a flash..

She couldn't help but be overjoyed. Which Confucian and Taoist great being carved this poem? It actually contained such powerful power, making her feel like she had obtained a fortune when she watched it..

Because she is one of the rare Confucian monks.

Cultivation of Confucianism, talent in the body, poetry can kill the enemy, words can destroy the army, articles peace world.

Confucianism and Taoism do not cultivate the physical body and soul, but comprehend talent and obtain cultivation from it..

Easy to understand, just like the more knowledgeable, the higher the level of education, the stronger the cultivation realm.

Of course, if he could create literary talent, he could obtain more cultivation..

Create a good poem, you can get a lot of cultivation.

If he could create a song that would astound all living beings through the ages, he could even step into the realm of saints in one step..

The sage of Confucianism and Taoism is equivalent to the existence of the emperor in martial arts..

" The poem is titled 'To Guests,' so the author of this poem is naturally the owner of this Yiran Peak?" Mo Xiangran could not help but reveal a surprised expression under her joy..

"How is this possible?""No way, no way.".

Shaking his head, he immediately dismissed the idea..

How could that useless youth have such talent? It must have been created by the former owner of this mountain before Li Congxin was born. He collected his heart and continued walking up the mountain..

Just walked out a few steps...... people are shocked to stand in place.

His eyes were fixed and his face was full of infatuation..

In fact, the expression on his face gradually turned into shock, agitation, and high spirits..

Look at the poem on the stone wall: "The ancient romantic is here today, and the billions of achievements are not allowed to rest.".

"The King's Three Kingdoms.".

"The Lord is with you," he said,"and the Lord is with you, and the Lord is with you, and the Lord is with you.".

Mo Xiangran's entire body quivered as her cultivation broke through to the third rank in a row..

Martial King Realm, Level 4.

She was more shocked and incredible than surprised..

"Firmament Supreme Holy Land. No wonder it is regarded as the most sacred, mysterious, and supreme place by the world..

"This is a great book," he said,"and if it's a book, it's a book, and if it's a book, it's a book.".

She was shocked, and she muttered to herself,"The ancient beauty is here, and the billions of fame are not allowed to rest.".

Who can write such a sentence? What kind of amazing person is that?".

"It is a pity that the ancients who have passed away are not in the same era as me, and I cannot see the unique style of Mr..

"I am sorry to hear that..

：.

She still believes that this song is also the swan song left by the former owner of this peak..

In the past, she had prided herself on her unique talent, but at this moment, compared to the person who carved the poem, Mo Xiangran only had eight words in her heart: self-shame, worship..

Even on tiptoe, it's hard to catch up..

He stood in front of the stone wall, unwilling to leave for a long time..

But in the end, I chose to move on..

However, before she could walk far, she stopped and looked at the stone wall in front of her. Her expression became infatuated again..

Her beautiful face began to show a sad look, and her eyes were filled with sadness..

" If life is just like the first time, what is the sad autumn wind painting fan..." The first sentence of the long poem on the stone wall pulled her whole emotional state into it. A wave of sadness surged out of her heart and she could not extricate herself..

Boom! Mo Xiangran did not even notice that her cultivation had increased again in her domain..

" Yes, how wonderful would that be? It would always be the most beautiful moment. There would be no parting of family, no enmity between friends, and no lovers who would no longer love each other…" Mo Xiangran walked in slowly. Her slender fingers caressed the words on the stone wall. She felt that every word was filled with sadness. She was immersed in the artistic conception. Every time she moved her lotus steps, A tear was dripping from his eyes…"What kind of sentimental person could write such a sad sentence?".

She touched a stone wall more than ten times..

After a long time, she reluctantly left.

But just a few steps..."Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death.".

"The brain, as if it had been hit..

At the same time, Mo Xiangran, whose body was glowing with dazzling light, trembled. She instantly fell into the poetic realm and squatted on the ground, covering her face and crying sadly..

He looked like he was in a bad place..

next.

Mo Xiangran, who saw several poems in succession, had already forgotten what she was here for..

She looked confused and wandered on Yiran Peak like a fool, looking everywhere for places with cliffs and rocks..

Looking for a poem that is either full of pride, or sad, or beautiful.

"What kind of talent is it that can write so many excellent works?".

"No, it's a masterpiece!""It's an eternal masterpiece!" She, who had already reached the peak of the grandmaster realm and was about to enter the grandmaster realm immediately, was like a lost soul. She muttered to herself quietly,"If I can see this person, even if my beauty is exhausted in an instant, my hair will turn into white hair, and I will die like this, I will be willing.".

"Until she was awakened by a burst of music..

" Who's playing music?" Mo Xiangran was surprised..

He quickly cleared his mind, raised his eyelashes slightly, and listened carefully..

The music was extremely beautiful and pleasant. It could even pull one into a sad mood. However…Mo Xiangran thought that she was proficient in all the musical instruments in the world, but she could not tell what kind of instrument the sound was made. It was similar to the dulcimer, but it was more ethereal, soft, and clear than the dulcimer..

"To play such beautiful music must be a man of extraordinary talent and elegance..

"Could it be that the senior who wrote those poems has not gone ancient, but is still living on Yiran Peak?".

She quickly tidied up her hair and makeup, then walked towards the zither..

... and said, half an hour ago.

In the pavilion, Li Congxin, who had just returned from a walk, lay down and sat down, but stood up again.

There was a thoughtful look on his face..

He admitted that he was used to suffering in his previous life and had never experienced a leisurely life. Before that, he simply wanted to lie flat and put on a bad show..

However, after a series of "graffiti all over the mountain," Li Congxin now felt that pursuing a better quality of lying flat was the real enjoyment of life..

*.

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

Just thinking about it together…Ding! The system is upgrading.

System upgrade successful.

[System announcement: You have obtained the title of 'Music God'.].

[System announcement: You have obtained the title of 'God of Song'.].

Li Congxin revealed an imperceptible smile on his face.

He had just obtained the titles of Wen Shen and Zi Shen, and now he had become the Music God and Song God. This system of his did not issue missions to the host, nor did it set difficulty levels. Moreover, he did not accept anyone and would roll with anyone..

Just two words: happy! Whatever you want, it's a wishing system.

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