On the night of her master's degree graduation, Lu Yunxi had a very long and outrageous dream.
In the dream, he went to a place called "Taixu Zhijitian".
Someone cuts off the galaxy with a sword, someone writes a poem that lasts for eternity, and the two most powerful men fight so hard that the sky breaks apart and the universe shatters.
But Lu Yunxi was just wearing white clothes and stood watching for a while.
Then——
He waved his hand, and the broken universe returned to its original state.
He raised a finger, and the two most powerful men in history were severely injured on the spot.
When he woke up, Lu Yunxi thought it was just a ridiculous dream.
Until he discovered——
He became six years old again.
And the power in the dream seems... To have been brought back too.
What's even more outrageous is that there is a serious gap in the history of literature in this world. Poems, songs and songs can inspire the aura of heaven and earth. Using articles to communicate with gods and using poems to kill enemies is called the Tao of Literature.
Others have worked hard for years just to create a war poem of their own.
Lu Yunxi fell into silence as he looked at the Tang and Song poems and famous poems in his mind.
"How about... I should keep a low profile?"
Many years later.
When the world looked at the young man who could cause visions in the world with a casual poem, and who could suppress the most powerful man with just a few words, they finally realized——
What he calls "low-key" seems to be different from what normal people understand as low-key.
But Lu Yunxi still didn't know.
The silver-haired girl who had been hidden in his heart for many years in his previous life also opened his eyes again in this life.
She had been looking for him for many years.
