A bright moon hung high in the sky. Under the bright moonlight, the torrential river flowing eastward was like a long silver dragon.
The plain on the other side of the Yangtze River extended into the distance under the moonlight, vast and endless.
Standing on the seventh floor of Linjiang Tower, one could overlook the magnificent and beautiful moonlit river view from the window.
The river wind came through the window, sweeping away all kinds of strong aroma of food, wine, and other things in the room.
The people who had drunk so much that their ears and eyes were dizzy were also refreshed when the cold wind blew.
Looking at Gao Zhengyang, Gao Zhengyang was standing by the window with his hands behind his back. His moonlight robe fluttered in the wind, and he looked peerless, like an immortal who was riding the wind. The eyes of many girls began to shine.
Although the other young men were not as fanatical as the girls, most of them had expressions of admiration on their faces.
Although Wukong's martial arts were not high, his literary talent was strong. His poems were the best in the world. In just half a year, his poems had spread all over the world. He was recognized as a great master of poetry, and no one could match him.
There were too many strong people in this world. Even Lu Jiuyuan, the number one in the world, was not convinced by many people and thought that he did not live up to his reputation.
Moreover, for ten thousand years, the strong had always been respected. In the past ten thousand years, martial arts and magic had been constantly improving. But in terms of culture, there was always a lack of breakthrough.
Whether it was the powerful or the common people, they were tired of the strong. The appearance of the poet monk Wukong made them realize that literary talent also had a powerful charm that could conquer people's hearts.
Gao Zhengyang also had a clear understanding of this. When people's basic living conditions were met, they would naturally pursue spiritual satisfaction. This was human nature.
No matter how powerful martial arts and magic were, they could not meet the needs of the public on the spiritual level.
Daoism, Buddhism, and even Confucianism had lost their vitality because they had been passed down for too long and were too complete.
Wukong's poems just happened to meet the needs of the world for something new. Therefore, it could cause such a huge sensation and influence.
Simply put, the world was in the most spiritually empty time. The appearance of Wukong satisfied the spiritual needs of most people and naturally became their idol.
It was difficult to change the ideas of the middle-aged and old people. Young people were the most energetic and the easiest to accept new things. Therefore, this group of rich and powerful people worshipped Gao Zhengyang very much.
Yes, in the words of Gao Zhengyang's previous life, this group of people were fans who had nothing better to do than chase after celebrities.
And among these fans, only a few could truly appreciate and understand Gao Zhengyang's poems. They admired and admired Gao Zhengyang, but it was more out of recognition of his great reputation. Through this kind of joint action, they could better integrate into the group.
From this perspective, this group of youths were both naive and bored.
Gao Zhengyang looked at the night view outside the window, calmly analyzing everyone's thoughts. He liked the feeling of being sought after and admired. He preferred the convenience that came with a great reputation.
With this group of fanatical fans, the Dragon Subduing Courtyard would pay more attention to him.
"Master, what are you thinking about? Are you composing a poem?"
A girl called Jiang Hui boldly came to Gao Zhengyang's side and whispered into his ear. As he spoke, he even blew air into Gao Zhengyang's ear. His sparkling eyes rolled around, no one knew what he was thinking.
Gao Zhengyang clearly felt the cold gazes of a few youths behind him. This Jiang Hui was not only the prettiest among the girls, her status should also be the highest. It was no wonder that some people were dissatisfied with him.
However, under these circumstances, no matter how dissatisfied they were, they did not dare to flare up.
Gao Zhengyang's gaze turned and swept from Jiang Hui's pretty face to her chest.
Jiang Hui's figure was not considered tall, but she was well-proportioned and her chest was especially plump. Today, she was wearing an apricot yellow dress. Gao Zhengyang looked down from above and could see the edge of the sapphire blue dudou inside the dress, as well as the touch of white and soft.
Gao Zhengyang's heart also swayed. Big breasts were nothing, it was rare for the shape to be beautiful, and even rarer for the girl to inadvertently reveal a moving charm.
What a pity, what a pity. Gao Zhengyang sighed in his heart. I am a person with integrity, I can't act recklessly.
However, he said, "This poor monk is thinking, this moon, this river, I don't know when we will meet. I don't know who, and when we will meet this moon and this river. "
Jiang Hui was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Although she was of noble birth, she did not have much experience. She did not really understand what Gao Zhengyang meant, but felt that these words were rather deep and lonely, and sounded very powerful!
Her eyes lit up, and her chest unconsciously pressed against Gao Zhengyang's arm. "Master, what you said is so profound, I don't quite understand."
Gao Zhengyang said indifferently, "The river and sky are the same color without a speck of dust, the bright moon wheel in the clear sky. When does the moon appear by the riverside, when does the moon shine on people? Life is endless, the moon and the river are only similar year after year. I don't know who the moon in the river treats, but I see the flowing water of the Yangtze River. "
These few lines were chosen from "Spring River Moonlit Night". Although the seasons were different, it was very suitable for the moonlit river scene.
Moreover, these lines extended from the river and moon to people, and then discussed the shortness of life, and the vastness of the world. The artistic conception was profound and unparalleled.
This poem had always been praised as the best in the entire Tang Dynasty. Although this was somewhat overpraising, it showed the status of this poem.
After Gao Zhengyang finished reciting the poem, everyone present was stunned.
They all came from extraordinary backgrounds. Although they did not have much literary talent, they were all proficient in words, and at least knew how to appreciate the beauty of words.
Then, everyone was instantly stunned by this poem.
They all knew of the famous Monk Poet Wukong, and that he could compose poems. However, he could compose such a masterpiece just by looking at the scenery. It still felt very unreal to those who experienced it personally.
After a while, Jiang Zhongliu suddenly came to his senses. He suppressed the joy in his heart and requested, "This poem is marvelous, could Master please write it for me?"
Gao Zhengyang was in a hurry to raise his reputation, so he naturally would not refuse.
When the boss of Linjiang Tower heard about this, he hurriedly personally brought out a brush, ink, and paper.
Gao Zhengyang waved the brush on the spot, and his brush moved like dragons and snakes. When the poem was finished, the paper was filled with clouds and smoke.
The cursive script that had never appeared in this world shocked everyone once again.
The cursive script had a unique sense of beauty, and as it opened and closed, there was a majestic and mighty aura.
There was even a kind of charm of a dragon flying to the nine heavens. The aura was magnificent, the intent was unrestrained, and the spirit was soaring.
This cursive script actually contained Gao Zhengyang's fist intent. It was just that the cultivation of the people present was too low. They could only see that the words were marvelous, but could not comprehend the fist intent within.
In reality, even if it was a rank nine powerhouse, without the corresponding aesthetic level, they could only see that the cursive script was flowing to one's heart's content. However, they could not comprehend the unrestrained and ostentatious fist intent within.
Gao Zhengyang also drank a lot of wine, but his body and martial spirit were heavily injured, so he lost some of his self-control. As he casually wrote, he unknowingly revealed the fist intent.
However, after he finished writing, Gao Zhengyang also felt that his spirit was at ease, an indescribable joy. Although his injuries did not improve, the fist intent seemed to have become a little more agile.
At his level of martial arts, it was already very difficult to improve his martial arts through simple hard training. Only by treating life as cultivation and continuously improving from all aspects could there be progress.
Therefore, after reaching rank nine, talent determined the upper limit of cultivation.
Powerhouses like Jue Mie and Hui Ming all stood at the peak of martial arts. But they were still a step away from the highest level. This was the difference in talent. External forces almost could not make up for it.
Gao Zhengyang's perception of vitality was very weak, but his talent in martial arts was indeed superb.
Therefore, he could create the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Emperor after only seeing the divine dragon once.
This was also thanks to the wisdom and experience of two lifetimes, and the breadth of his thinking far exceeded other powerhouses. He could easily comprehend by analogy, and come up with all kinds of wonderful ideas.
The fist intent improved through cursive script could not substantially improve his body or vitality cultivation, but it meant that he had a deeper understanding of this world. He also had a further understanding of his own martial arts.
This kind of improvement did not seem important, but it was the most important accumulation. When he had accumulated enough, Gao Zhengyang could naturally step into rank nine.
However, it was not too appropriate for this calligraphy to be left outside. Gao Zhengyang said, "This calligraphy is too illegible, it's better to rewrite it."
Everyone present was very knowledgeable. Even if they could not understand the fist intent in the calligraphy, they could tell that the calligraphy had a spirit!
Jiang Zhongliu snatched the inscription unceremoniously and said with a chuckle, "Master, I like this calligraphy. I want this. "
Since the other party had said so, Gao Zhengyang could not snatch it back. To be honest, this calligraphy was also his proudest work. Even if he rewrote it now, it would be difficult to write the same level.
"Since Young Master Jiang likes it, then take it," Gao Zhengyang said.
Jiang Hui was a little envious, and hugged Gao Zhengyang's arm, and said coquettishly, "Master, I like this calligraphy too."
Gao Zhengyang covered his forehead, "This poor monk is a little drunk. Everyone, I'll take my leave first."
With that said, he flicked his sleeve and flew out of the window. When he landed on the ground, he flicked his sleeve again, and flew forward like he was riding the wind. After a while, Yue Bai's figure disappeared without a trace.
Being ignored, Jiang Hui groaned angrily. She also had an unreasonable personality. She grabbed one side of the calligraphy and threatened, "Brother Nineteen, if you don't give it to me, I'll tear it in half."
Faced with such an unreasonable person, Jiang Zhongliu could only yield. He really liked this calligraphy and could not bear to damage it in the slightest.
"I can give it to you, but you have to paste it properly and keep it safe. This set of calligraphy is absolutely priceless. "
Jiang Hui took the calligraphy and said with a chuckle, "It's mine, don't worry …"
The others watched as the calligraphy fell into Jiang Hui's hands. Although they all wanted to snatch it, no one dared to move.
Jiang Hui was the most favored daughter of the King of Jiujiang. Her status in Jiujiang City was even higher than that of Jiang Zhongliu, who was a prince. She was also famous for being unruly. No one dared to snatch something from her.
The owner of the Linjiang shop was also envious. His calligraphy was not bad, and he could see the value of that calligraphy. Moreover, that poem was also a peerless work.
Both poetry and calligraphy were superb. This calligraphy was too valuable.
Seeing that Jiang Hui was about to leave, the owner couldn't help but suggest, "Master Wukong's poem is too wonderful, and the calligraphy is also unparalleled. Why don't you engrave this calligraphy on the stone tablet so that others can also see this poem and calligraphy? "
Jiang Hui frowned slightly. How could she share such a good thing with others?
The owner was smart and saw through Jiang Hui's thoughts. He smiled and said respectfully, "You can record this gathering on the back of the stone tablet. Moreover, the original calligraphy is still in the hands of the princess. "
This sentence was too crucial. When Jiang Hui thought that if this matter spread out, everyone would be envious of the original calligraphy in her hands, she immediately agreed.
The owner was very efficient and finished engraving the stone tablet overnight. He even changed the name of Linjiang House to River Moon House.
Linjiang House was also the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Jiujiang City. This action immediately caused a sensation in the whole city.
At noon the next day, the matter of Wukong composing a poem at Linjiang House had already spread everywhere.
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