Chapter 48: Graffiti to create a holy place for Confucianism and Taoism
"It takes twelve hours to make an egg?"
Looking at Ren Hu Chong carrying the eggs away, Li Congxin couldn't help but look forward to it: "It seems to be a high-end technical job. Well, if you perform well, you should be rewarded!"
"Ha~"
Immediately, he stretched his waist and said, "I've been lying down all day. I need to relax my muscles and bones."
"Young Master, do you want to practice?"
"Cousin, do you want to practice?"
Chu Feige and Yi Susu asked almost at the same time, their expressions perked up, and their faces showed excitement.
Because every time he shows off his abilities, it shocks and surprises people. His terrifying strength even makes people look at him as a god and astonish him.
The more this happens, the more people will be curious about how powerful he is, and the more they want to see his endless pretense.
To put it bluntly, it is because of worship.
When you are infatuated with a man, you like to watch him show off in various ways.
"Practice?"
Li Congxin lazily stood up from the bamboo chair.
"Is that called relaxing your muscles?"
"That's called strenuous exercise!"
His expression was comfortable, and he took slow steps: "Let's go for a walk with me."
【Ding! The step counting begins. 】
[The current total number of steps: 17127. 】
Yisusu: "..."
Chu Feige: "..."
The two beautiful girls felt slightly disappointed, and immediately followed, one on the left and one on the right beside Li Congxin, and walked slowly towards the outside of the pavilion.
Not long after, at the top of Yiran Peak, three figures stood leisurely in the breeze.
When he arrived at the peak for the first time after crossing, Li Congxin had a wide view and could overlook the entire Taigan Holy Land and the millions of mountains beyond.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of magnanimity with an open heart and a boundless mind.
Looking back on what he saw along the way, the scenery on Yiran Peak was beautiful, but there was one thing...
Big rocks and cliffs can be seen everywhere. No grass or flowers grow on them. They are bare and look a bit abrupt against the green mountains and green water.
Looking back at a big rock on the top of the mountain, Li Congxin narrowed his eyes.
He is here to enjoy life. Since it is his place of residence, of course he must be comfortable both physically and mentally. Well, decorate it to make the environment more perfect, and you will feel better.
Along with his thoughts...
[Ding, the system is being upgraded...]
【update successed! 】
[Tip, you get the title of ‘God of Literature’. 】
[Tip, you get the title of ‘Word God’. 】
boom!
In a sudden period of time, a huge amount of knowledge poured into Li Congxin's mind, which contained all the books, poems, lyrics, songs, and poems from ancient and modern times...
His brain instantly became a vast knowledge base.
"This is a bit too much."
An interesting color appeared in Li Cong's mind.
He, a scumbag in school, suddenly became a demon who could beat up all the students in the northern Qing Dynasty. How could this be embarrassing for people who have worked so hard to receive nine years of compulsory education?
It can only be said that the system is too powerful.
Immediately, his mind moved.
Buzz~!
A wave of force was released from his body, causing Yi Susu and Chu Feige to fly back left and right.
Both women were shocked.
Then my heart skipped a beat.
Just say, how can such an outstanding person not work hard secretly, no matter how relaxed he is on the surface? I said it was a walk, but I came to this deserted mountain top, but actually I came here to practice Qigong.
At this time, the positions where Yi Susu and Chu Feige originally stood have been replaced by two powerful holy weapons.
Weeping Heaven Sword!
Jing Lei Wentian Gun!
Two weapons appeared in the void around Li Congxin.
In his own absolute domain, in the eyes of outsiders, he can have unimaginable magical powers. At this time, there is a faint light of charm in his eyes...
boom--!
boom--!
He stood leisurely with his hands behind his back without any movement. Under his spiritual thoughts, the Weeping Heaven Sword and the Wentian Spear turned into two rays of light and flew toward the big rock not far away.
The swords and guns that flew out were not broken.
But the sword is like a silver-hooked iron pen, vigorous and powerful; the spear is like a snake swimming in the clouds, frightening the dragon in the clouds! He began to dance and run on the big rock, moving smoothly and boldly.
On the stone, large characters containing infinite truth and meaning gradually appeared one by one.
"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qi Lu is still young."
"The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn."
"Zeng Yun is born when the chest is widened, and the returning bird returns to the canthus."
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will be able to see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance!"
In a matter of seconds, a poem has been carved that is very consistent with the artistic conception of this mountain top.
In this scene, Yi Susu and Chu Feige could only see their charming faces and stunningly beautiful eyes.
I thought he was going to practice martial arts, but it turned out that he was just decorating.
The two girls looked at the words on the big stone: When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains! I kept thinking silently in my heart, and couldn't help but look around the world, millions of mountains, and vast white clouds...
A majestic and majestic atmosphere emerged in his mind.
When they looked at Li Congxin again, the admiration they had hidden in their hearts appeared on their pretty faces uncontrollably.
Because, in line with this situation, scene, and artistic conception, they began to experience the ambition and spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, daring to climb to the top, and overlooking everything, as well as the heroic ambition to be independent and help the world.
Chu Feige was thinking: "It turns out that the real young master is like this in his heart..."
Yisusu was thinking in his mind: "It turns out that my cousin is like this..."
Holy Son of Taigan!
Son of the world!
This is the true son of the overlord of the world!
The reason why the two of them had such thoughts was because Li Congxin was now the 'God of Words', and every word he wrote contained infinite truth and meaning.
Can express what has been expressed in the poem vividly.
If a Confucian and Taoist cultivator passes by this place and sees the words he is writing now, he will be inspired to advance immediately after just one glance.
After pondering for a moment, you can gain enlightenment and break through immediately!
"Let's go back."
Under the adoring eyes of the two women, Li Congxin walked leisurely towards the return road with his hands behind his back.
Along the way...
The sword did not return to its sheath, and the spear did not sheath its edge, flying beside him like a shadow.
Immortal charm is full of charm.
As long as he sees bare rocks and cliffs, with Li Cong's thoughts, the Weeping Heaven Sword and the Wentian Spear will fly out immediately...
Keep carving out a poem or word.
"I am talking about being a teenager. I hold the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. I wear a brocade hat and a mink fur, and ride on a thousand horses. I can hold the eagle bow like the full moon. I look northwest and shoot at the wolf..."
"I never see the ancients before me, and I never see the newcomers after me; thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone..."
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon..."
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away..."
"I think back then, when we were strong and powerful, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger..."
…
Some are heroic and some are sentimental.
"Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I looked back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king..."
"You can't see clearly. It has already turned into sand. A lifetime is just wine in a cup and tea in a cup. After one sip, you are already wandering around the world..." "Last night it was rainy and windy, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine in my deep sleep. Try the curtain People, but the crabapples are still the same, do you know? They should be green, fat, red and thin..."
…
Yi Susu and Chu Feige, who had been following Li Congxin all the way, looked at the poem and felt extremely shocked in their hearts.
Even if the strength is that strong!
He is so talented!
Wandering at will, a poem came to me at random, as if I hadn't thought about it at all. With such literary talent, even if all the literati and writers from all over the world were to gather their talents, I'm afraid they would not be as good as him, right?
The most terrifying thing is that if any one of these songs is spread, it will definitely become an eternal masterpiece.
The two women looked at Li Congxin's elegant back again, and felt that the person in their eyes was extremely talented, pure and refined, as if he was an immortal!
Shortly after.
Li Congxin, who came down from the peak, stood on the way up the mountain.
Looking at the mountains in the distance and the winding mountain road, his eyes narrowed slightly. Here, a poem to welcome guests should be written to suit the scene.
He originally planned to continue extracting directly from the 'knowledge base' and continue to enjoy the 'use doctrine', but as his thoughts moved, his ideas suddenly emerged like a fountain...
Under his thoughts, the Weeping Heaven Sword and the Questioning Heaven Spear flew out with a 'boom' sound.
In a short time, he had carved an original poem of his on a big stone beside the mountain road: Looking back at the chaotic mountains, I saw no old friends but clouds. Who looks like a pine tree on the mountain? Tingting. Welcome guests to the west and see off guests!
Title: To the Visitors.
"Fuck!"
Li Congxin himself was shocked.
Then he felt great joy in his heart: "Am I so talented?"
He forgot for a moment that he was now a 'literary god', and even if he didn't need to copy the poems of the ancients, he could still express them in verse.
Hey, I'm a fucking genius!
