Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Chapter 528: Mr. Jian's request, poems in old age, backlash of talent

Ci Song did not choose to accept the Chengying Sword immediately, but asked Mr. Qijian, "Sir, you can't come here today just to give the sword. Is there anything that Ci Song can do?"

"Of course. When I see you today, it's natural to ask for a poem."

Mr. Jian smiled heartily and continued: "Of course, I never bother others when I ask for poems. You can write it whenever you want, as long as it is delivered to me before I pass away."

"Mr. Jian is joking, what type of poetry do you want?" Ci Song asked.

Mr. Jian expressed his request, "I hope you can write a poem about your old age."

"A poem about old age?"

Ci Song was slightly startled, but still nodded and continued to ask: "Do you have any other requirements?"

"I have no other requirements. I just want to see how a young man views his old age, how he views and understands time and years."

There was a hint of emotion in Mr. Jian's tone, "When I was young, I had great ambitions and wanted to shed my blood for the world. I also had a group of like-minded friends around me, and we worked together. , worked hard together for their ambitions, but in the end everyone lost to time. "

"Some of them sacrificed themselves to Tianguan and died on the battlefield when they were young. Their bodies were not found and were forgotten in the history books. Some of them compromised in order to make ends meet. There are also some who were gifted and died in the first half of their lives. Duan Wendao's realm reached a bottleneck, but because there was no hope of breakthrough, he gradually lost his way and forgot his original intention. "

"And although I have talent and have reached the realm of literary giants, I spent the rest of my life in the Confucian book world."

"Everyone will have great ambitions when they are young, but in the end, we are all defeated by time, and I am just a person abandoned by time."

Mr. Jian's tone gradually became a little confused, "But if someone asks me if I regret it, I will definitely answer that I don't regret it."

"Time has changed many things, but at the same time, time has also proved many things. In the end, I still lost to the world and chose to become an evader."

Speaking of this, Mr. Jian shook his head slightly and chuckled: "That's a bit much to say. It seems that I have really gotten older. I used to hate hearing old people talk about the past the most, but now I But it has become so nagging, it’s really annoying.”

When Ci Song heard this, a smile appeared on his face and he said: "Ci Song likes elders to talk about the past the most, because the past is the best proof of time and also people's courage to face the future."

The sadness on Mr. Jian's face was wiped away, and he revealed a cheerful smile, "That's right. Although you are young, you understand my thoughts. It seems that I have found the right person when I came to find you today."

"Then I won't bother you anymore and take my leave."

Mr. Jian was about to get up and leave. Seeing this, Ci Song immediately called out to Mr. Jian, "Sir, please stay. Ci Song's poem has not been written yet. You are leaving now. How can I, a junior like me, let you go back empty-handed?" "

After saying that, Ci Song turned to look at Shi Yue and said, "Uncle Yue, please prepare paper, pen, and ink for Ci Song."

"Okay, young master." Shi Yue nodded and left the lobby.

"I heard from Huilu that you never think twice when writing poems, and often blurt out poems. Did you write the song "Drinking Drinking" casually?"

Mr. Jian's face showed some curiosity. Although he knew that Yi Guitu never told lies, he still had some doubts. He felt that these things were too unbelievable and unbelievable. After all, there are many conditions for poetry to be written, and they are all different. .

When some people write poems, they must be accompanied by fine wine, when some people write poems, they must have beautiful scenery to enjoy, and when some people write poems, they must be accompanied by their beauties. But no matter what the conditions are, they all require corresponding scenes, not The brain imagined it out of thin air. How could a young man open his mouth and write a poem?

"Ci Song people have a good memory, so writing poems is not that strenuous."

While talking, Shi Yue had already prepared everything, put it on the table, and started to grind ink. Ci Song walked to the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the rice paper, counting a few crosses in a eloquent way. There just wasn't any pause.

When Ci Song finished writing the last word and just picked up the pen, the originally calm air in the lobby seemed to be ignited, and the talent suddenly became manic, sweeping every corner like a violent storm. The invisible force surged like a huge wave, constantly squeezing Ci Song's body, as if it wanted to crush him, swallow him, and merge with him.

The scene before Ci Song's eyes also became blurred and distorted, and the colors became intense and deep, as if he and his talent were completely integrated and became part of the world. There is an indescribable atmosphere permeating the air, which is both the fragrance of ink from books and the trembling of soul.

And he will soon be dragged into the endless abyss by this force.

"Is this a backlash of talent? What kind of poem did this boy write? It actually attracted the talent of heaven and earth to swallow it up?"

Mr. Jian instantly noticed a strange aura, and saw him slightly raising his hand. In his palm, a majestic emerald green energy bloomed quietly like the vitality of spring. This emerald green talent is as crystal clear as emerald, exuding a vitality, penetrating the chaotic talents in the lobby, and covering Ci Song's whole person.

This talent is like an indestructible barrier, completely isolating Ci Song from the violent talent in the lobby. It is like a towering dam, standing in the center of the storm, protecting Ci Song in the safest position. Wrapped in the emerald green talent, Ci Song seemed to be in a quiet oasis, isolated from the noise and chaos of the outside world.

However, although Mr. Jian was able to resolve the backlash of external talent, the riot of talent in Ci Song's body was like a violent beast, constantly tearing at his meridians and soul. This kind of riot can only be calmed by Ci Song himself.

Just when Mr. Jian was worried about whether Ci Song could survive the backlash, Ci Song opened his eyes and showed a puzzled expression, "How come this talent backlash is over so quickly?"

However, when he saw the emerald green talent lingering around him, he immediately understood everything, "Thank you Mr. Jian for your help. However, this time the backlash of talent from the outside world will probably take a long time to calm down, so I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Jian."

"It doesn't matter, I have to take responsibility for this matter. I forgot that you write poems in ink. If you write really good poems, it will cause the talent of heaven and earth to backlash."

Although Mr. Jian appeared calm on the surface, he was already shocked in his heart, especially Ci Song's sentence "How come this talent backlash is over so quickly", which shows that Ci Song must have been backlashed by talent more than once or twice. Seeing Ci Song's relaxed and carefree appearance, it is obvious that he is very familiar with it. =

"This child is a genius who is more talented than his father!"

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