The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

Chapter 50 Who is so incredibly talented?

"Looking back, the mountains stretch endlessly, but I see no old friends, only clouds. Who is like the pine tree on this mountain, standing tall and graceful, welcoming guests from the west and seeing them off on their journeys?"

"Looking back, the mountains stretch endlessly..."

Mo Xiangran stood on the scenic mountain path, softly reciting something.

His face showed infatuation.

Ahead, the inscriptions on the stones beside the mountain path immediately attracted her, who was known for her talent.

In this world, all cultivators single-mindedly pursue the strength of their physical body and soul, and the Confucian path has long since faded away. She never expected to see such beautiful poetry on this Yiran Peak.

She said softly, "The calligraphy is beautiful, the poem is beautiful, the imagery is beautiful." Looking at it, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Every word in the poem seemed to contain powerful divine force, constantly drawing her thoughts and leading her into the poetic realm.

Unable to resist, I turned around and looked back. All I could see were towering peaks and a vast sea of ​​clouds, obscuring all human presence.

Look up again.

In my mind, a scene had already formed: on the mountain path, there stood a handsome man, exceptionally talented and elegant, like a pine tree on the mountain, standing tall and graceful, welcoming and seeing off the guests, and smiling at me...

He looked regretful.

There is still hope.

Unfortunately, that was just a figment of imagination; the person in the painting was not in his eyes.

With a thought that stirred within her, boom!

Under the influence of the artistic conception, she radiated a captivating glow.

boom!

Once again, it burst forth with dazzling light.

Immersed in the poetic imagery, one's cultivation advances.

The intelligent woman gained insight and directly broke through the barrier.

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 the blink of an eye.

She was overjoyed. Who was the great Confucian or Taoist master who carved these words? They contained such powerful energy that she felt as if she had received a great fortune.

Because she is one of the few practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism.

Cultivating Confucianism and Taoism brings talent and wisdom; poetry can kill enemies, lyrics can destroy armies, and literature can bring peace to the world.

Confucianism and Taoism do not focus on cultivating the physical body and spirit, but rather on comprehending talent and intelligence to gain spiritual cultivation. In simple terms, it's like the idea that the more knowledgeable and cultured one is, the stronger one's spiritual cultivation will be.

Of course, if one can create literary works, one can gain more cultivation.

Creating a fine poem will grant you a large amount of cultivation points.

If one can create a masterpiece that amazes all living beings and lasts for eternity, one can even ascend to the heavens in one step and directly enter the realm of a sage.

The sages of Confucianism and Taoism are equivalent to the Great Emperors in martial arts.

"The poem is titled 'To the Visitors,' so the author must be the owner of this Yiran Peak?"

Overjoyed, Mo Xiangran couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.

The master of this place is none other than Li Congxin, the Holy Son of Taiqian.

"How can this be?"

"No, no."

He shook his head and immediately dismissed the idea.

How could that good-for-nothing boy possibly possess such talent? It must have been created by the previous owner of this mountain before Li Congxin was born.

I calmed myself down and continued walking up the mountain.

I've only taken a few steps...

The person was startled and stood frozen in place.

His gaze froze, his face showing a look of infatuation.

Even more so, the expression on his face gradually transformed into surprise, excitement, and exhilaration.

Looking at the poem on the stone wall: "The elegance of a thousand years is here today, let us not rest on our quest for fame and fortune."

"The monarch governs 30,000 states."

"How can a sparrow know the flight of a swan? The celestial maiden has just emerged from her helmet!"

"Yet they laugh at Luxi, saying it's as big as a bushel, and ask if I'd be willing to use my sledgehammer to crack a nut."

"May the Emperor enjoy a long life with two jade cups!"

Because I was unfamiliar with the allusions in the poem, I couldn't fully understand it, but a certain feeling still welled up within me, and for a moment, my heart was filled with passionate and heroic emotions, a truly exhilarating experience. Boom!

Mo Xiangran shuddered, and her cultivation broke through three levels again.

Martial King Realm, 4th Stage.

Surprised, she was more shocked and incredulous.

"The sacred land of Taiqian, no wonder it is revered by the world as the most sacred, mysterious and supreme place."

"Such an unparalleled poem is inscribed here!"

"If the creator were a Confucian or Taoist practitioner, he could probably step into the realm of quasi-saints with just this article."

Shocked, she murmured to herself, "The elegance of a thousand years is here today, and the pursuit of fame and fortune should not be neglected. Who is it that could write such a masterpiece? What kind of extraordinary talent could it be?"

"pity."

"It's a pity that he passed away before me and lived in a different era. I was unable to witness his unparalleled talent." Mo Xiangran said with regret.

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

In the past, she had always prided herself on her exceptional talent, but at this moment, compared to the person who inscribed this poem, Mo Xiangran felt only eight words in her heart: "I am ashamed of myself and I bow down in reverence."

Even if you stand on tiptoe, you can hardly catch up with it.

With a look of longing, she stood gracefully in front of the stone wall, reluctant to leave for a long time.

But in the end, they chose to move forward.

But she hadn't gone far when she stopped again, staring at the stone wall in front of her, her expression lost in thought.

A melancholy look began to appear on her beautiful face, and her eyes were filled with sadness.

"If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan..."

The first line of the long poem on the stone wall immediately drew her into her already sensitive emotions, and a wave of sorrow welled up in her heart, from which she could not extricate herself.

boom!

In the midst of the dreamlike state, Mo Xiangran was unaware that her cultivation had improved once again.

"If only life could be like the first time we met, if only life could be like the first time we met..."

"Yes, how wonderful that would be, forever the most beautiful moment, without the separation of loved ones by death, without the grudges and feuds between friends, and without lovers ceasing to love each other..."

Mo Xiangran slowly walked in, her slender fingers gently tracing the words on the stone wall. She felt that every character was filled with sorrow. Lost in the mood, with each step she took, a tear fell from her eye...

"What kind of sentimental person could write such poignant sentences?"

People lingered before the stone wall, reluctant to leave.

She touched a stone wall repeatedly, more than a dozen times. Only after a long while did she reluctantly leave.

But I had only taken a few steps...

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

boom!

The brain felt as if it had been struck by a violent blow.

boom!

At the same time, Mo Xiangran, whose body was radiating a dazzling upgrade light, trembled. Instantly immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, she squatted on the ground, covered her face, and cried bitterly.

The way they looked made it seem like they'd fallen from grace.

Next.

After seeing several more poems, Mo Xiangran had completely forgotten why she had come there.

She wandered around Yiran Peak with a dazed look on her face, like a lovesick child, searching everywhere for places with cliffs and large rocks. She was looking for poems that were either full of heroic spirit, melancholy and sorrow, or exquisitely beautiful.

"What kind of extraordinary talent could write so many masterpieces?"

"No, it's a masterpiece!"

"It's a timeless masterpiece!"

Having reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm and about to step into the Great Grandmaster realm, she was like a lost soul, still murmuring to herself: "If I could see this person even once, even if it meant my youthful beauty would be consumed in an instant, my black hair would turn white and drift away, and I would die a gruesome death, I would be willing."

Until she was awakened by a burst of music.

Who is playing music?

Mo Xiangran looked surprised.

She quickly calmed herself, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and listened intently. The music was extremely beautiful and melodious, even capable of drawing one into a melancholic mood, but…

Mo Xiangran, who was confident in her mastery of all musical instruments in the world, could not identify the instrument that produced the sound. Upon closer listening, it was somewhat similar to a yangqin, but more ethereal, gentle, and crisp.

"To be able to play such beautiful music, one must be a person of extraordinary talent and great refinement."

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

Thinking of this, I felt an unparalleled surge of excitement.

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

……

However, just half an incense stick's time ago...

In the pavilion, Li Congxin, who had just returned from his walk, had just sat down, but then sat up again. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

He admitted that he had suffered a lot in his previous life and had never experienced a leisurely life. Before, he simply wanted to lie down and give up.

But after a period of 'graffitiing the whole mountain,' Li Congxin now feels that pursuing a higher quality of lying down is the true enjoyment of life.

Lying down and doing nothing doesn't just mean eating, drinking, and sleeping. Listening to music in brothels, singing and drinking to relax, cleansing the soul with poetry, and cultivating one's character with music are all ways to enjoy life in a more sophisticated way.

Li Congxin suddenly had an idea: he wanted to sit quietly in the pavilion like the ancients, playing the zither and singing in the bamboo forest.

The thought had just begun...

[Ding! The system is upgrading.]

System upgrade successful.

[Hint: You have obtained the title 'God of Music'.] [Hint: You have obtained the title 'God of Song'.]

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Li Congxin's face.

Having just acquired the titles of 'God of Literature' and 'God of Words', he has now become the God of Music and the God of Song. This system of his neither assigns tasks to its host nor sets any difficulty levels, and it is arrogant and competitive with everyone.

In short: It was awesome!

It grants whatever you wish for; it's practically a wish-granting system.