In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of this eternal poem, especially the last few sentences.

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes! May we live

long and share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart.

It tells the joys, sorrows, worries and sorrows of life, which makes people unable to help but read it silently over and over again.

Monks are also human beings, and they are also raised by their parents. Even if their cultivation is high, they are still flesh and blood and have thoughts.

The existence of such eternal poems will affect everyone's thoughts and confuse everything.

Young Master Tianxiang stood beside the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The ripples in the spiritual lake reflected her moving face. Her beautiful eyes, which were like dewdrops in the morning, flashed, as if reflecting endless light and magnificence.

There were countless springs gushing out of the Spirit Lake, lotus leaves spreading out, lotus flowers swaying, and even dragonflies dancing slowly. Above the sky, the sun was hanging high, and the sunlight was shining on the Spirit Lake, making the waves sparkle. It was truly a beautiful spectacle of being close to nature.

She slowly turned around, with a faint smile on her face, and walked back to her throne with light lotus steps.

"Everyone, this ancient poem has an extraordinary artistic conception. It incorporates the joys and sorrows of the world into the thinking and pursuit of the universe and all living things. It can resonate with people and trigger people's thinking. It is enough to be passed down through the ages. This is the only poem that will be remembered for all eternity."

"Of course, this kind of poem that will be remembered for all eternity is definitely not something that can be written casually. Only those with extraordinary talent in the field of literature can come up with it in a flash of inspiration. Our literary duel today naturally cannot reach such a level. Just express yourself freely. Anyway, making friends through literature will be a good story if it can be spread."

Ye Wuque sipped his wine and listened to the young master of Tianxiang's story. He could feel that the young master of Tianxiang's love for poetry and songs was completely from the heart, even to the point of obsession or even intoxication.

“In ancient times, literature and morality flourished, and countless famous Confucian scholars emerged, educating the people and making contributions to the world

. They cultivated a noble spirit and shone with the sun and the moon. They never practiced cultivation, but their realm was breathtaking and unimaginable.” “During that period, the poems of Confucian scholars could soar like dragons and their lyrics could turn into phoenixes. With a Spring and Autumn pen in hand, they could write about the world. They could kill people invisibly with just the tip of their pen, resonate with heaven and earth, and easily kill monks. Although they had no cultivation, they possessed unpredictable means.”

“It is said that in ancient times, no matter whether it was the various monsters and demons in the hundred hells under the Nine Netherworlds, or the peerless monsters that roamed the world, they all disappeared and dared not show up to do evil. If they dared to show up, they would surely die.”

“You can’t imagine it at all. Maybe it’s just an old gentleman who teaches children in a small village. He has read the books of sages all his life. He is trembling and in his seventies or eighties. When he encounters demons and monsters coming to the village to make trouble, he is fearless with a cane. He puts life and death aside and stands in the front. He shouts at the demons and monsters, and these demons and monsters that almost have the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth are drunk into ashes and killed on the spot!

” “This is the unfathomable power of the Wendao lineage. It cultivates the righteousness, resonates with the heaven and the earth, and surpasses the monks with a mortal body!”

“It’s a pity that the Wendao lineage declined inexplicably later. Countless splendid articles were burned and disappeared without a trace. That glorious era also completely died out. Those great scholars all died. It is a big secret of the ancient times that has never been solved.”

"It also made it so that in the many subsequent eras, the Wen Dao lineage could no longer restore its former glory, and it became even more and more decadent, and eventually became an ordinary way of enlightenment among the secular world, and no longer had the power it once had."

A voice sounded leisurely, with a tone of nostalgia and yearning for the Wen Dao lineage. The voice was clear and bright, and just by listening to the voice, one could feel that its owner was like a scholar full of bookish atmosphere, with a broad mind and extraordinary bearing.

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saw that one of the two remaining figures with brilliant light in the pavilion in the middle of the lake suddenly dissipated the light and revealed its true appearance. He was wearing

a moon-white martial robe, with a slender figure, a jade-like face, a handsome face, a pair of extremely deep eyes, as if vast as a sea of ​​​​smoke, and a brilliant sun mark on his brow, giving people a very extraordinary feeling, like a scholar sitting outside the world, without competing with the world, and holding a bamboo scroll in his right hand, which was extremely ancient, and it seemed to record ancient texts.

This person's name is Wuchen, and he is also one of the eight young masters of Lietian Dao. He is respected as Young Master Wuchen by the disciples of Lietian Dao.

Young Master Wuchen's words seem to reveal a corner of the prosperous era of ancient literature and Taoism. In particular, an ordinary old man in his seventies or eighties who read books can actually kill a big monster with a shout. It is really a mysterious legend that makes people fascinated.

"Haha, Wuchen, as everyone knows, among the eight of us, you and Qinlong have the deepest attainments in literature and Taoism. I hope to hear wonderful poems in today's literary duel."

Young Master Tianxiang said with a smile, and his words made many people's eyes flash.

For example, Ye Wuque, who was rubbing the wine glass in his hand at this moment, did not expect that this so-called young master Qinlong seemed to have considerable attainments in literature and Taoism. It is true that you can't judge a person by his appearance.

"Tianxiang, you are too kind. Maybe I was indeed conceited that I was not inferior to anyone in the lineage of literature and Taoism before, but now I know that there is one person who I can never catch up with no matter how hard I try or how hard I work."

Young Master Wuchen held the bamboo book in his hand, with a touch of emotion on his face, and a touch of admiration in his eyes. As

soon as these words came out, Young Master Tianxiang immediately knew who Young Master Wuchen was talking about.

"Yes! In my Canglan Realm, there is no one who can be compared with him in the lineage of literature and Taoism. No one can. This person's amazing talent and profound attainments are really hard to find in the world."

The person that Young Master Tianxiang and Young Master Wuchen said they were inferior to was naturally the author of the song "Water Melody". This also made Sikong Zhaitian and Ji Yanran's faces more and more strange. They kept looking at Ye Wuque, but found that the latter was drinking silently, looking like he had nothing to do with it.

After Master Tianxiang mentioned the author of the Water Melody Song again, Master Qinlong had a blank expression on his face, as if he was dissatisfied. But in the end, he looked a little embarrassed, because the more he recited the Water Melody Song, the more he could appreciate the extraordinary and artistic conception of this ancient poem. Even if he was given several times more talent, he could not write such a profound ancient poem. He was simply convinced!

"Okay, today we are meeting friends through literature, so there will be no delay. Since it was proposed by this young master, I will randomly ask questions on the spot. How about asking everyone to give a gift of your talent?"... For friends who read books, you can search for "" to find this site as soon as possible.