Gongsun Cuo was an old man in the mansion. It was said that he had brought up his father. Ci Song did not think that such a person would harm him, so Ci Song did not put up any resistance and allowed Gongsun Cuo to investigate.
Soon, Gongsun Cuo let go of his hand, a look of shock appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Grandpa Cuo, what's wrong? Is there anything abnormal?" Seeing Gongsun Cuo's expression, Ci Song couldn't help but ask. "Master, could it be said that today there was a vision from the sky, a golden dragon appeared in the world, and you were the one who was infused with the dragon's energy?"
"Well, it seems to be me."
After hearing Ci Song's answer, Gongsun Cuo suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Sure enough, hahahaha, God bless the poet. I said, how can the master's child be a loser? He is a late bloomer, that's all. Hahaha, I want to tell the master about this."
Before Ci Song could speak, Gongsun Cuo pushed open the door and walked out. Under Ci Song's attention, he flew away, which made Ci Song feel surprised.
"Master, you must keep the matter of being possessed by dragon energy a secret. Do not use it as a means of showing off, and do not use it as a talking point to tell others at will. Although this is a blessing, for you who are still weak, , is also the cause of trouble." Shi Yue said to Ci Song seriously.
"Uncle Yue, don't worry, I still understand this."
Judging from Gongsun Cuo's reaction, it seemed that he had done a great act inadvertently. Ci and Song Dynasty still understood the principle that the trees that are beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.
"Master, you have now entered the ink and reached the state of enlightenment. According to ordinary people, you need to continue to practice the six arts, refine them, and cultivate them to the state of childishness."
"But you, like me, use poetry to write ink. What you need is to cultivate your body and mind.
You need to find your own way, read more and increase your knowledge at the same time. Only in this way can you accumulate knowledge, achieve success in poetry, and have the opportunity to write famous works in the future. "
"Moreover, practicing poetry is much more difficult than practicing the six arts. You must write a poem and song that is recognized by heaven and earth in order to break through. But young master, you have such a talent, I believe you will be able to compete with the master in the future. Generally speaking, everyone becomes a great writer."
Shi Yue said to Ci Song sincerely.
After hearing what Shi Yue said, he murmured in his heart: "Huh? Masterpieces passed down from generation to generation? There are a lot of them in my mind, including the Poet Immortal Li Bai, the Poet Saint Du Fu, the Poet Demon Bai Juyi, the Poet Buddha Wang Wei, the Poet Ghost Li He, their There are too many poems that have been handed down from generation to generation. If I copy some poems here, will I be invincible?"
However, Ci Song was not in a hurry. Instead, he asked about something that had puzzled him for a long time.
"Uncle Yue, I have something I need to ask you to answer."
"Master, please speak."
"What I have seen in the book is that literati practice relies on their own talents to communicate with the world, and 'ink' is to stimulate their own talents and reach the realm of enlightenment. What are the realms beyond enlightenment? Why is there no such thing in the book? Record?"
Hearing this, Shi Yue smiled slightly and said: "The realm of literati is passed down orally by those who truly 'learned' about ink. As for why the realm is not allowed to be recorded in books, it is said that it was stipulated by Emperors Yan and Huang, and this has been the case since ancient times. As to why the two emperors behaved this way, we still don’t know.”
Ci Song frowned slightly, but was extremely surprised in his heart, "Good guy, is this all related to the Yan and Huang Emperors?"
"Now that the young master has reached the state of enlightenment, I can also tell you about the state of our literati."
"The realm of literati is divided into ten levels, one level and one level. The first level is to open up wisdom. When writing is incorporated into ink, and talent begins to appear, it is considered to be opening up wisdom."
"The second grade is Tongsheng. He has bright eyes and night vision. He is proficient in all six arts. He is called Tongsheng."
"The third grade is a scholar. He can talk on paper and have great talent. He is called a scholar."
"The fourth grade is to lift people. When the words are spoken in a clear manner and the tongue bursts with spring thunder, the call is to lift people."
"The fifth grade is a Jinshi. A person with profound knowledge and outstanding talents is a Jinshi."
"The sixth grade is Hanlin. You are talented and leading the way. Hanlin can do it."
"The seventh grade is a great Confucian. He is knowledgeable, speaks a little about great things, and is regarded as a great Confucian."
"The eighth grade is a literary giant. He has learned a lot about heaven and man. He speaks the words of heaven and has the dragon energy in his body. He will eventually become a great master."
"The ninth grade is a semi-saint. He keeps silent and teaches the holy way. He is world-famous."
"The tenth grade is the sub-sage. The sky is full of flowers, the holy soul is immortal, and the destiny of the country is determined by one word. This is the sub-sage."
"Beyond the realm of tenth-grade literati, there is another realm, and that is that of a saint."
"Below the saints are all ants. This is the realm we are talking about."
"As for the realm of a saint, it is currently out of reach in the entire continent, so I don't know."
Shi Yue spoke slowly, describing each realm in detail.
After listening to Ci Song, a storm arose in his heart. This state was somewhat similar to the scientific examination and official career of literati in previous generations, and
The names of each realm sound similar to each other.
The so-called imperial examination career in the previous life was an official career for literati, but the cultivation of literati in this life is more like cultivating immortals, and these six arts, poetry, poetry, and poetry, are more like peerless skills. With good skills, you can You can become an immortal through cultivation.
"Huh? So, doesn't it mean that I own a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, and every skill book in it is the kind that others can fight to the death?"
Ci Song's face showed surprise.
"Young Master, you have just entered the state of enlightenment, and you have a vision of a golden dragon. Your future is boundless, and you will inevitably reach a state beyond our reach." "And you are now in the state of enlightenment, so you can Practice the six arts, cultivate your mind and nature, and write the second poem, and then you will be able to achieve the state of childishness." Shi Yue continued.
Ci Song nodded, and then asked Shi Yue: "Uncle Yue, what state are you in now?"
"Me?" Shi Yue sighed slightly after hearing Ci Song's question.
"Alas, my qualifications are dull. I am now in my seventies and nineties, and I can only reach the level of a seventh-grade scholar. It is not yet known whether I can become a literary giant in the future."
"What? Uncle Yue, are you seventy-nine this year?"
Ci Song's eyes widened, and he was really shocked by Shi Yue's age. Shi Yue looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, so why was he almost 80?
Ci Song did not understand that the lifespan of literati in this world increased according to the improvement of their own realm, because the specific age was not recorded in the books he saw, and Ci Song did not pay special attention to the issue of age, so he I was shocked by Shi Yue's age.
"Yes, in the blink of an eye, I have been here at the General's Mansion for nearly sixty years. I have watched the master grow step by step until he surpassed me." Shi Yue sighed.
"Uncle Yue, what state is my father in?"
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