On the Taggo Continent, Baiye City, and Lingyan Pavilion, which is known as the Golden Grotto, a poetry meeting is going on intensely and excitingly. The disciples of the major wealthy families gathered here in order to gain the favor of the Lingyan Pavilion Oiran Lingxin Girl, and become her guests at the scene.

It was the turn of Ling Hao, the eldest son of the Ling family's clan, who was the main owner of the drinking party, to compose a poem, and in the crowd of everyone, a young man in white sitting in the east stood up. He was slender, his eyebrows and eyes had not yet grown, his face was childish, he looked thin, and the most eye-catching was his short white hair.

Ling Hao rubbed his hands together and said respectfully, "Please also ask the fairy to ask the question." ”

The Oiran who was lazily lying on the bedside said: "Let's take this scene as the theme, a cup of tea, and make a poem." ”

Ling Hao picked up his wine glass and slowly paced around the hall, observing the scene. It was packed, and Oiran was sitting on the big bed in the middle, surrounded by a light gauze tent, and her graceful figure caught the eye in the tulle. Ling Hao pondered silently, took a sip, and slowly paced to the windowsill of Ling Yan Pavilion, he already had an idea in his heart, he planned to change the "Poems of King Teng Pavilion" and recite it, and was about to speak, when His Excellency Ling Yan suddenly came with a ballad.

"If you don't enter the cultivation gate in your life, you can't be true to your glory and wealth. Ning is the dog next to Lingzong, better than the person next to the emperor's pillow. In the alley, a group of children are bouncing and playing, singing songs that are widely circulated in opera.......

The innocence and simplicity in the song are so beautiful, but the meaning in the song is so realistic and ruthless.

Looking at the naughty and cute children, Ling Hao's thoughts were deeply immersed in the deep night sky outside the window, and the moonlight was hazy and the lights were dim at the moment. In the night sky, the four bright moons are so eye-catching, they always remind people of their past lives.

Past? Yes, Ling Hao is not exactly from this world, he clearly remembers that his soul is from a planet called Earth, and his nationality is Chinese.

That day, he didn't pay his salary, but he quarreled with his boss who talked about his ideals, and the boss was so red that he was scared by Ling Hao's sharp teeth. So Ling Hao planned to go out to buy a bottle of water, and then come back and continue to scold the boss. Sure enough, it's cool for a while, and it's always cool for people to be scolded.

When Ling Hao went out, the boss cursed viciously: "You are dead on the street, be careful when you go out and be hit by a car." ”

Ling Hao didn't care, but he didn't expect that as soon as he went out, his head was greeted by a cordial greeting from a winter melon, a half-pound winter melon, which was directly broken into several petals on his head and splashed more than ten meters. Ling Hao immediately felt like he was being smashed to the top heavy, and his body fell uncontrollably!

The boss rushed out, hugged the crumbling Ling Hao, carefully put him on the ground, and looked at Ling Hao, whose head was about to turn into a flat tablet, the boss asked anxiously:

"Xiaohao, are you (okay) with anything? Speak. ”

"I'm fine, boss, don't owe anyone more wages next time, okay." Ling Hao said weakly. Suddenly, his vision turned red, and it turned out that blood had flowed into his eyes.

"Pu owes, Pu owes, you can't die, I still owe you so much salary and haven't paid it! Call an ambulance. The boss shouted loudly, and people around him kept surrounding, eager to help.

But Ling Hao closed his eyes forever while smiling.

By the time Ling Hao recalled this, he had been in this world for half a year, that was to say, he was half a year old, and before half a year old, his spirit had been waking up and sleeping, hazy.

During this period, he would dream every day, dreaming that he was standing in front of a gate, the gate was pure white, dozens of meters high, looking at it, it was as majestic as Tiananmen Square, and he tried his best to push open the gate but could not open it.

As time passed, Ling Hao entered that world less and less, and he gradually forgot about it.

By the time Ling Hao had fully begun to remember, he was already about a year old, and he couldn't remember anything before he was a year old. It's no wonder that before the age of three, the human brain was not fully developed, the memory organs did not grow at all, and it was normal to not remember anything.

In addition, after Ling Hao grew up, he knew that this world, or this planet, had 525 days in a year, and Ling Hao felt that a day on this planet was longer than a day on Earth, it should be thirty-six hours long. But the good thing is that the world is still divided by twenty-four hours, that is, one hour on this planet is equivalent to one and a half hours in the previous life.

Generally speaking, this planet must be larger than the Earth in the previous life, and as for how much bigger, Ling Hao estimated that it was at least ten to twenty times bigger, or even larger. Fortunately, there are still many similarities between this planet and the Earth in the previous life. For example, there are four seasons in the year, there are mountains and seas, the plants are still green, etc., as for the difference, it is also very different, especially at night, once you look up, you will see that there are four moons in the sky. There is also a powerful energy in this world, which the world calls spiritual power. Those who have spiritual roots can refine and absorb this power and become cultivators in the novels of their previous lives. Among them, the powerful ones can really move mountains and reclaim the sea and fly in the air.

The realm of the strong in this world is divided into spirit beings, spirit slaves, spirit soldiers, spirit warriors, spirit masters, and spirit sects. On top of that, it was not for Ling Hao to know.

It is precisely because of the influence of spiritual power that this world has embarked on another path of evolution, and the earth's modern technology has no room to sprout in this world, for example, there is a drought there, please go to a spiritual cultivator, write a prayer for rain, and a heavy rain will fall, which is better than the artificial rain on the earth.

Therefore, this world is still in the imperial period of ancient China, and unlike the imperial system, this world spiritual cultivation is the layer standing at the top of the pyramid, and they enjoy the best resources of the whole world.

Almost every royal family has the support of the spiritual sect behind it, and the royal family is basically the puppet of the sect, and sometimes, as long as it is a woman that the disciples of the sect fancie, even if it is the emperor's concubine, the emperor must also sacrifice it for the enjoyment of the disciples of the sect.

In fact, the disciples of the sect are really just playing, after all, mortals don't live long, but monks can live for hundreds of years. But the emperor, as a man, would not tolerate the dedicated concubine, so the fate of those concubines was often very miserable.

Perhaps the miserable life experience of a certain concubine makes people cry, and there is an opera called "The Legend of Concubine Hugh" in the world, which is widely circulated.

"It is better to be a dog next to Lingzong than a person next to the emperor's pillow......"

Speaking of Ling Hao himself, in a word, his father is a spirit master, in charge of the entire Baiye City within a radius of 100 miles, what is even more enviable is that Ling Hao is an only son, but in the eyes of many people, he is now a cheating father.

Where does this start? It turned out that Ling Hao had the memories of his twenties in his previous life, although he wanted to restrain himself everywhere and cultivate his obscurity, but with the memories of his previous life, he was like a hanger on the path of cultivation, he opened the spiritual gate at the age of three and became a spiritual being, and at the age of four, he completed many spiritual practices that could only be completed in ten years, completed the spiritual vein refining, and became a spiritual slave (in this world, "slave" refers to warriors, not slaves. At the age of five and a half, when the other children were still struggling to cultivate the spirit vein, he was already a master of the ninth order of the spirit slave, and he was only one step away from the spirit soldier realm, and he would also become a rare genius in the entire Hundred Leaf City for a thousand years.

Ling Hao comforted himself helplessly: "Talent is like this, like gold, it will shine wherever it is hidden." ”

As the old saying goes, you can't succeed too early. Ling Hao's life is like a confirmation of this sentence, on the eve of his imminent breakthrough, a man in black took advantage of Ling Hao's father's retreat, broke into the heavily guarded Ling Mansion, abolished Ling Hao's cultivation, and his mother died on the spot in order to save him by blocking the palm of the man in black. Xin Linghao's father forced his way out and repelled the man in black. Only to save Ling Hao's life, although the person was saved, the man in black planted an ice spell on Ling Hao before escaping. And his father also forcibly broke the level, cultivated to backlash, and stopped at the spirit master stage for the rest of his life.

The black-clothed man's ice spell will gradually freeze his body as he grows older, until he loses his life. Ling Hao was also completely decadent, getting drunk every night, hollowing out his body, and in less than ten years, he was gray-haired.

"Brother Ling Hao, the time is almost up, you shouldn't be unable to do it. I think your reputation as a genius is just for nothing. At this time, a young man in blue interrupted Ling Hao's thoughts with a loud voice.

His name is Zhang Wenjie, and his family is a famous family of writers in Baiye City. And he himself has always been the object of the dusty women in the brothel of the Qinglou. Ling Hao, who was half drunk and half awake for a day, chanted the "Queqiao Immortal" made by Liu Yong in his previous life in Lingyan Pavilion.

Among them, "If the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight." The words were shocked, and Zhang Wenjie was crushed. In this regard, Zhang Wenjie was resentful and opposed Ling Hao everywhere.

"Zhang Gongzi, before the time limit has expired, you will make a statement to disturb Ling Gongzi's thoughts. Doesn't it have a good time? At this time, Oiran Lingxin spoke out and defended, in fact, Oiran Lingxin has always been unaccustomed to Zhang Wenjie, first, he has committed the mistakes that literati have, arrogant and arrogant, and no one in his eyes. Second, he does look a little stumbling, with sharp-beaked monkey gills and a thin figure. But his family background is illustrious, and no one dares to save his face in Baiye City, but Lingxin is not afraid of this.

Ling Hao came back to his senses, only to find that four or five minutes had passed, and he was about to reach the stipulated time limit.

"Young Master Ling, I see that you seem to have something going wrong, do you want to delay the time a little bit." After listening to Zhang Wenjie's training, he turned his head and asked Ling Hao.

"Thank you for your kindness, I've finished the poem below."

"Yes, then I have to listen to Ling Shao's masterpiece." Zhang Wenjie teased in a weird way.

Ling Hao didn't pay attention to it, but drank the wine in his cup and threw the wine glass back. said: "It's ugly." ”

"Bang." The sound of wine glasses is like throwing bricks and stones. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, as if waiting for a storm to come.

Blessed to the soul, Ling Hao suddenly changed his mind and decided to change it to another poem. I heard him say:

"Whoever forsakes me, he shall not remain in the day of yesterday. Those who disturb my heart, today is a day of trouble!

The long wind sends autumn geese, and you can be a tall building for this.

All of them want to fly, and want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the toast is more sorrowful.

Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats. ”

At the end of the poem, the needle drop on the scene could be heard, and even the fairy who listened to the heart couldn't help but turn his eyes sideways, staring at the white-haired young man in front of him.

The pride in the poem is like the bright moon shining in the world in the nine days, and the grief in the poem is like a river of spring water, endless.

Ling Hao looked out the window motionlessly, as if he had turned into an immortal with the realm in the poem.

In his previous life, the poet immortal Li Baikong had an earth-shattering body, crying ghosts and gods, but he was depressed. In this life, I am not the same, how dazzling my talent used to be, how miserable I am now.

What a similarity between the two, but Ling Hao doesn't care about these now, what he cares about is: "After the poems are memorized, where is the applause?" ”