After hearing Yan Ruoci's answer, Ci Song instantly understood that this room belonged to Dean Yan, no wonder.
"Come, sit here." Yan Ruoci pulled Ci Song
He came to the desk and said to Ci Song: "My father wanted me to write a poem about 'farewell'. I have never experienced anything like this. This type of poem is very difficult for me. "
Hearing this, Ci Song did not rush to speak, but was thinking about it. After all, farewell poems are already considered a very classic theme in ancient poetry. If you write them casually, there are a lot of them.
"Ci Song, are you familiar with this type of poetry?" Yan Ruoci sat at the table, resting his chin on his hands, looking at him curiously.
"We have some contact. How about I write a song now?" Ci Song asked.
After hearing Ci Song's answer, Yan Ruoci was slightly stunned and said: "Don't you need to think about it? I saw my father writing poems, he had to think about it for a long time. Sometimes a poem requires a good idea. A few days.”
"Forehead."
Ci Song didn't know how to answer for a moment. Indeed, when the ancients wrote a poem, they needed to spend a lot of effort. Just like when Bai Juyi wrote the song "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", he once walked in the majestic snow for inspiration. I stood there for several hours, just to find a glimmer of inspiration, and then after months of hard thinking, I finally wrote the song "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" that has been passed down through the ages.
Thinking of this, Ci Song couldn't help but lament the ancients' pursuit and persistence in literature. This is a rare and valuable quality. Asking himself, Ci Song couldn't do it.
“I’ve written poetry about this before, so I didn’t need to craft it.”
Ci Song prevaricated by saying that he could not reveal his biggest secret. Yan Ruo Ci had a special identity, and even if she had had a "baby kiss" with him, Ci Song would not relax his guard against her.
The Ci Song Dynasty understands the principle that an ordinary man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade, especially for a person like him who harbors "great luck".
"That's it. Then you write it. If I'm satisfied after you finish it, my sister will get a reward."
With that said, Yan Ruoci walked to his coffee table, poured Ci Song a cup of tea, and placed it on the desk.
Ci Song did not start writing, but asked Yan Ruoci a question: "Sister Yan, why do I sometimes get backlashed by the literary spirit when I write poems?"
"Being bitten by the literary spirit?" After hearing Ci Song's answer, Yan Ruoci smiled lightly and said: "This problem is easy to solve. To put it simply, you don't have enough control over the literary spirit, and you have shown extraordinary talent. , just like if you write a unique and good poem, your literary spirit will emerge from you involuntarily."
"If you have enough level and can perfectly control your own culture, not only will you not suffer backlash, but you can even reach a higher level."
"I see." Ci Song nodded, and then said, "Then I'll start writing. Sister Yan, if I get backlash from my literary spirit, you have to help me."
"Okay." Yan Ruoci responded, and then became quiet.
Ci Song took up his pen and began to conceive of this poem about friendship. The poem he wrote was in ancient style, focusing on ancient rhyme and describing the present in ancient style.
After a while, Ci Song began to write, and the pen fell on the paper, finishing in one go. The artistic conception and emotions expressed in the poem were all integrated into the lines.
“Weicheng is covered with light dust from the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. "
The moment the poem was finished, the talent in the whole room instantly poured into Ci Song's body. At the same time, Ci Song also began to use his own talent to circulate around the world.
In just a few breaths, Ci Song's forehead was covered with sweat, his cheeks became red, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. After seeing Ci Song's reaction, Yan Ruoci immediately understood that this was a symptom of literary backlash. Her face was full of shock, but she couldn't care about anything else. She immediately put down the teacup in her hand and walked quickly to Ci Song's room. Beside him, he said softly: “Hang on.
After Yan Ruoci finished speaking, he put his palm on Ci Song's back, and then began to use his own talents to help Ci Song suppress the backlash of literary energy.
In this way, the breath exchange between her and Ci Song became extremely close.
Originally, Yan Ruoci thought that the backlash of Ci Song's talent would be easily controlled. After all, she wanted to be a scholar now, but the moment she came into contact with the literary energy that invaded Ci Song's body, she also felt great pressure. ,
This feeling is like a majestic river, rushing forward and trying to swallow everything. Yan Ruoci immediately used all her talents to fight against the backlash of literary energy in Ci Song's body. Sweat began to flow from her forehead, and her palms began to tremble slightly.
Yan Ruoci felt as if a huge millstone was turning on her head, weighing her down so much that she could hardly breathe. When her talents interacted with Ci and Song's literary style, she also felt like they were being swallowed up. .
"very scary."
In just a short moment, Yan Ruoci felt that most of her talent had been consumed, and both she and Ci Song were sweating profusely.
If someone came in at this time, they would definitely be shocked, because the clothes on Yan Ruoci and Ci Song's bodies are already soaked with sweat and stick to their bodies, looming.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Ruoci's delicate body began to tremble, and a trace of fear appeared in her beautiful eyes. The talent in Ci Song's body was so overwhelming that she could not suppress it at all.
"You have the talent of a saint, but you don't have the body of a saint. This is the first time I have seen this. It seems that the inheritance in you is more powerful than I imagined. A random poem is enough for someone to step into the world of literary giants. territory."
A voice reached Ci Song's ears. This voice Ci Song had heard before, it was the old gentleman with no face.
"Let me help you. If you have extra talents in the future, they will be included in the Orb of Wealth and Fortune."
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light emerged from Ci Song's body, instantly absorbing those uncontrollable talents.
After absorbing these talents, the golden light quickly converged towards the Wen Yun Orb in the Dantian. After those talents entered the Wen Yun Orb, they immediately became quiet and no longer restless.
"Sister Yan, I, I feel almost better, thank you."
Ci Song circulated Cai Qi in his body for a week, and after confirming that his body was fine, he asked Yan Ruo Ci.
"You, you're fine, just fine."
Yan Ruoci's face was flushed at this time, she was breathing heavily, her brows were covered with sweat, and her little hands behind him were trembling slightly.
Ci Song couldn't help but sniff it gently and smelled a strange aroma.
"I finally understand today what it means to be dripping with sweat."
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