A bright moon hangs high, and under the bright moonlight, the surging river heading east is like a silver dragon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The plains on the other side of the Yangtze River stretch out into the distance under the moonlight, and the vastness is endless.

Standing on the seventh floor of the Linjiang Building, you can overlook the magnificent and beautiful moonlit night river scenery from the window.

The river breeze came through the window, sweeping away all kinds of strong aromas such as food and wine in the house.

The people who drank were hot and dazzled, and when they were blown by the cold wind, they were all refreshed.

Looking at Gao Zhengyang again, he stood at the window with his hands on Gao Zhengyang, the moonlight monk's clothes fluttering in the wind, and his demeanor was peerless, like an immortal returning from the wind. The eyes of many girls began to glow.

Although the other young men were not fanatical among the girls, most of them had expressions of admiration and admiration.

Although Wukong's martial arts are not high, he is strong in writing, and his poetry is the best in the world, and in just half a year, it has spread all over the world. He is recognized as a master of poetry, unmatched.

There are too many strong people in this world, even if it is Lu Jiuyuan, who is the number one in the world, there are many people who are not convinced, thinking that his name does not live up to his truth.

Moreover, for 10,000 years, it has always been respected by strength. In the past 10,000 years, martial arts and spells have been constantly improving. But in terms of culture, there has always been a lack of breakthroughs.

Whether it is the powerful or the commoners, they are tired of the strong. The birth of the poet monk Wukong made them realize that Wencai also has a powerful charm that convinces people's hearts.

Gao Zhengyang also has a clear understanding of this. When people's basic living conditions are satisfied, they will naturally pursue spiritual satisfaction. It's human nature.

Martial arts and spells, no matter how powerful they are, cannot meet the needs of the public on a spiritual level.

Taoism, Buddhism, and even Confucianism and Taoism have all lost their vitality because they have been inherited for too long and are too complete.

Wukong's poems are just at the right time to meet the world's demand for new things. That's why it can cause such a huge sensation and impact.

To put it simply, the world is at the time of the emptiest spirit, and the appearance of Wukong meets the spiritual needs of most people, and naturally becomes their idol.

It is difficult to change the concept of middle-aged and elderly people, and young people are the most energetic and easy to accept new things and new things. Therefore, this group of powerful children all worship Gao Zhengyang very much.

Yes, in the words of Gao Zhengyang's previous life, this group of people is just fans who have eaten enough and have gone to chase stars.

And these fans, who can really appreciate and understand Gao Zhengyang's poems, are afraid that there are not a few. They worship and admire Gao Zhengyang, more out of recognition of his great fame. Through this shared behavior, they are better able to integrate into the group.

In this sense, these teenagers are both naïve and boring.

Gao Zhengyang looked down at the night scene outside the window, and calmly analyzed everyone's thoughts in his heart. He loves the feeling of being sought after and adored. I prefer the convenience that comes with great fame.

With this group of fanatical fans, the lower court of the dragon will also pay more attention to him.

"Master, what are you thinking, are you conceiving a poem?"

A girl named Jiang Hui boldly approached Gao Zhengyang's side and asked in his ear. When he spoke, he also blew on Gao Zhengyang's ears intentionally or unintentionally. His sparkling eyes rolled wildly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Gao Zhengyang obviously felt that there were a few young people behind him with cold eyes, this Jiang Hui was not only the most beautiful among the girls, but also the highest status. No wonder someone is upset with him.

However, in this case, no matter how dissatisfied a few people were, they did not dare to attack.

Gao Zhengyang's gaze turned, sweeping from Jiang Huiqiao's face to her chest.

Jiang Hui's figure is not very tall, but her flesh and bones are even, and her chest is especially plump. Today she is wearing an apricot yellow dress with a crossed collar. Gao Zhengyang looked down from above, and could see the edge of the royal blue belly pocket in the long skirt, as well as the white and greasy softness.

Gao Zhengyang's heart was also fluttering. Big breasts are nothing, rare beautiful shapes, and even more rare girls inadvertently reveal moving style.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Gao Zhengyang sighed in his heart, we are people with discipline, and we must not mess around.

But he said: "The poor monk is thinking, I don't know when this month and this river will meet." I don't know who and when I saw this month and this river. ”

Jiang Hui is just a girl of seventeen or eighteen, although she is of noble birth, she has no experience. I don't really understand what Gao Zhengyang means, I just think these words are quite deep and lonely, and they sound very powerful!

Her eyes lit up as soon as possible, and her chest involuntarily pressed against Gao Zhengyang's arm, "What the master said is so mysterious, I don't understand it." ”

Gao Zhengyang said indifferently: "Jiang Tian has no fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky." When the river bank sees the moon at the beginning of the year, and when the river moon shines at the beginning of the year. Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River moving. ”

These poems are selected from "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night", although the seasons are different, they are very suitable for the moonlight river scenery in front of you.

Moreover, these poems extend from the river and the moon to people, and then discuss the shortness of life and the longevity of heaven and earth. Its artistic conception is far-reaching and exquisite.

This poem has always had a lone comment covering the whole Tang Dynasty. This is certainly an exaggeration, but it shows the status of this poem.

After Gao Zhengyang finished reading a poem, everyone present was stunned.

They are all from extraordinary backgrounds, and although they don't have much literary talent, they are all proficient in writing, or at least know how to appreciate the beauty of words.

Then, everyone was killed by this poem.

Everyone knows the great name of the poet monk Wukong, and they all know that he can write poetry. But just look at the scenery casually and make such a masterpiece, which still makes everyone who has experienced it feel very unreal.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Zhongliu suddenly came to his senses. He suppressed the surprise in his heart and begged, "This poem is wonderful, can you ask the master to write it for you." ”

Gao Zhengyang is in a hurry to gain fame now, so he naturally won't refuse.

When the boss of Linjiang Building heard about this, he hurriedly held the pen, ink and paper in person.

Gao Zhengyang waved on the spot, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and after writing a poem, the paper was full of smoke.

Cursive, which has never appeared in this world, shocked everyone again.

Cursive has a unique beauty, between vertical and horizontal opening and closing, there is a majestic momentum.

There is also a kind of dragon flying nine days of charm, its spirit is noble, its intention is unbridled, and its spirit is flying.

This cursive script actually contains Gao Zhengyang's fist intent. It's just that the cultivation of the people present is too shallow, and they can only see that the words are wonderful, but they can't comprehend the fist intent.

In fact, even if he is a ninth-order powerhouse, without the corresponding aesthetic level, he can only see the hearty cursive. But I can't realize the vertical and horizontal fist intent.

Gao Zhengyang also drank a lot of wine, but his body and martial soul were seriously injured, so he lost two points of self-control. As soon as I wrote it, I unconsciously revealed my fist intent.

But after writing it, Gao Zhengyang also felt relieved and unspeakably happy. Although the injury has not improved, the fist intent seems to be more agile.

Martial arts have reached his level, and it is difficult to improve martial arts with simple hard training. Only by treating life as a practice and constantly improving from all levels can we make progress.

Therefore, after reaching the ninth order, talent determines the upper limit of cultivation.

Strong people like Extinction and Obscurity are all standing at the pinnacle of martial arts. But it is still one step away from the highest level. That's the talent gap. External forces can hardly compensate.

Gao Zhengyang's sense of vitality is very weak, but his talent for martial arts is indeed superb.

Therefore, he only saw the Divine Dragon once, and he was able to create the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Emperor.

This is also due to the wisdom and experience of his two lives, and his thinking breadth is far better than that of other strong people. It can easily touch the bypass and give birth to all kinds of wonderful ideas.

The fist intent that is improved through cursive writing does not actually improve the body or vitality cultivation, but it means that he has a deeper understanding of the world. I also have a better understanding of my own martial arts.

This progress may seem unimportant, but it is the most important accumulation. When the accumulation is enough, Gao Zhengyang will be able to step into the ninth order naturally.

However, it is not appropriate for this word to flow outside. Gao Zhengyang said: "This pair of words is too sloppy, let's rewrite it again." ”

Everyone present is very knowledgeable, even if they can't understand the fist intent in the handwriting, they can understand that this word has a god!

Jiang Zhongliu unceremoniously snatched the inscription over, and said with a smile: "Master, I like this pair of characters." That's it. ”

The other party said so, and Gao Zhengyang was not good at snatching it back. To be honest, this pair of words is also his proud work. It's hard to write the same level anymore if you rewrite it now.

"Since Jiang Gongzi likes it, take it. Gao Zhengyang said.

Jiang Hui was a little greedy, hugged Gao Zhengyang's arm and said coquettishly: "Master, I also like this word." ”

Gao Zhengyang covered his forehead, "The poor monk is a little drunk, everyone, take your leave first." ”

As soon as he flicked his sleeves, the man flew out of the window. When others fell to the ground, they flicked their sleeves again, and the people flew straight forward like the wind. After a while, Yuebai's figure disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Hui was ignored and snorted angrily. She is also quite unreasonable, grabbed the side of the notebook, and threatened: "Brother Nineteen, if you don't give it to me, I will tear it in half." ”

When encountering such an arrogant, Jiang Zhongliu could only succumb. He really liked this pair of words, and he was reluctant to damage it in the slightest.

"You can give it to you, but you have to paste it and keep it safe. This pair of words is definitely a thousand dollars. ”

Jiang Hui took the notebook and said with a smile: "Don't worry about it when it belongs to me......

The others watched as the calligraphy fell into Jiang Hui's hands, and although they all hated to snatch it, no one dared to move.

Jiang Hui is the most favored youngest daughter of the King of Jiujiang, and her status in Jiujiang City is higher than that of Jiang Zhongliu, who is the prince. It's notoriously brutal again. Which one dares to snatch something in her hands.

The owner of the Linjiang store is also hot-eyed, his calligraphy is good, and he can see the value of the cursive script. What's more, that poem is also a peerless work.

Poetry and words are unique, this pair of words is too valuable.

Seeing that Jiang Hui was leaving, the boss couldn't help but propose: "Master Wukong's poem is so wonderful, and the words are also wonderful." Why not engrave this character on the stone tablet so that others can also see this poem. ”

Jiang Hui frowned slightly, how could such a good thing be shared with others.

How smart the boss was, he saw Jiang Hui's thoughts, and he smiled and complimented: "You can write down this party behind the stone tablet." Moreover, the original work is still in the hands of the county lord. ”

This sentence is too crucial. As soon as Jiang Hui thought of this matter being publicized, everyone would envy the authenticity in her hand, and immediately agreed happily.

The boss did things neatly and carved the stele overnight. He even changed Linjiang Tower to Jiangyue Tower for this reason.

Linjiang Tower is also the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Jiujiang City, and this action immediately caused a sensation in the city.

At noon the next day, Wukong's poem inscription in Linjiang Tower has spread all over the world.

Jiang Yuelou is lively, and the lower courtyard of the dragon is also lively.