After hearing Ci Song's question, Ning Ping'an was slightly startled. Then he seemed to have figured out something, and then explained to Ci Song: "Every student will go through the step of 'good temptation' when reaching the realm of scholar. The purpose is to enable disciples to truly grasp the power of talent. Every disciple will experience something like this, and this is inheritance."
"'Good at Tempting'? Inherited?" Ci Song then continued to ask: "Teacher, you said that only when you reach the realm of scholar, you will do 'Good at Tempting', but now I am no longer a child."
"Your situation is quite special. Literati who use poetry to ink are different from ordinary literati. They can engage in seduction at a childlike level. Originally, I thought that I would wait until you have thoroughly read the book I gave you before I can do this to you. 'Good at tempting'. I just didn't expect that Yan Wen would attack you in the academy. In order for you to have the ability to protect yourself, I chose to proceed in advance."
Ning Ping'an slowly explained. Seeing this, Ci Song simply threw out the questions and continued to ask: "Teacher, what is so different about literati who use poetry to ink?"
Ci Song finally asked this question that had been bothering him for a long time. Although he had always heard from others that the future of literati who combined poetry with ink was limitless, and that the path of cultivation for literati who used poetry to ink ink was much more difficult than other literati. But the achievement is also the greatest among all cultivation methods.
However, Ci Song never understood what was so different about the practice of incorporating poetry into ink. Now that his teacher had taken the initiative to mention this topic, Ci Song couldn't help but become curious.
After hearing Ci Song's question, Ning Ping'an couldn't help but smile, and then said: "The so-called 'ink painting' is just the process of accumulating literary spirit. If you want to cultivate literary spirit, your first task is to study and understand the truth. When you understand the world After you have a sufficient understanding of the principles, your talents will gradually gather together. When one of your skills is recognized by heaven and earth, your talents will be gathered and formed, and you will achieve enlightenment."
"This is the orthodox way of cultivation."
"And using poetry to ink is actually to express one's own emotions and thoughts through poetry, so as to exercise one's state of mind."
"The level of your state of mind directly determines your understanding of the principles of heaven and earth. If you want to quickly gather your talents, you need to train your state of mind."
Ning Ping'an slowly explained, "Generally speaking, the talents condensed in the orthodox cultivation method are relatively single, and the state of mind is relatively pure. But literati who use poetry to ink can obtain it by writing poems recognized by heaven and earth, or plunder them. The talents of heaven and earth can thereby improve your combat power, cultivation level, and even your state of mind."
"The more complex your state of mind, the more profound your understanding of the principles of heaven and earth. The more principles you are exposed to, the more powerful your talents will be."
"This is what makes the literati's practice of writing poetry unique." Speaking of this, Ning Ping'an couldn't help but pause for a moment, and then continued: "How difficult is it to just write a good poem? This is why it is so difficult to write a good poem. This is why it is difficult for literati who incorporate poetry into ink to practice quickly.”
"I see."
Ci Song finally understood what was unique about the practice of incorporating poetry into ink.
"But I'm not worried about you at all. Let's not talk about anything else. Your talent in poetry has far surpassed that of your father. He can't export poems that are handed down from generation to generation." Ning Ping'an He took a deep look at Ci Song and said.
"Teacher, you think highly of me." Ci Song smiled awkwardly, but Ning Ping'an's words made Ci Song truly confirm that the difficulties faced by literati who use poetry to ink are indeed no longer the same on his side. exist.
Moreover, Ci Song also discovered that after such a long time, he still remembered all the poems he recited when he was at Blue Star, and had not forgotten them at all. Ci Song did not know the specific reason, but the ancient poems in his mind were enough. He used it for a long time.
Thinking of this, Ci Song's eyes suddenly lit up, "If I write a murderous war poem, will it become aggressive?"
"See if you can condense your own literary spirit into a weapon." Ning Ping'an looked at Ci Song and said.
Ci Song nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and began to think about it in his mind. After a while, Ci Song suddenly began to sing softly:
"The nobles are forcing people to come without freedom, and the dragons and phoenixes are invincible.
The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.
The drums and horns lift up the sky, the air is cold, and the wind stirs the sea and mountains in autumn.
The southeast will always be a golden pillar. Who would envy the tens of thousands of princes at that time? "
As Ci Song's voice fell, a murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body. Along with a strong fighting spirit, a powerful force surged out from Ci Song's body.
Immediately afterwards, a golden sword condensed in the palm of Ci Song's hand, and a monstrous sword intent burst out from him. On the golden long sword, accompanied by a trace of blue light, the entire sword was rippled with a chilling wave.
The golden sword light streaked through the air, making bursts of harsh whistling sounds that pierced the eardrums. Ci Song only felt that his own strength was majestic, as if he was the most powerful warrior in the world. The chilling feeling exuding from him was also constantly invading everything around him.
At this moment, the chilling feeling in Ci Song's body was so strong that it was almost breathless. Feeling the killing intent emanating from the golden sword light in Ci Song's hand, Ning Ping'an's face showed a look of horror.
Just when he was about to say something, an accident happened.
The long sword in Ci Song's hand collapsed and turned into little golden light, which instantly penetrated from the pores of his skin. "Ah!" A heartbreaking pain instantly shot through Ci Song's body. He only felt that his strength was instantly taken away, and Ci Song felt relieved. All the majestic power that had been condensed in his body dissipated at this moment.
Ci Song lowered his head and looked at his palm, only to see little bits of golden light wandering back and forth in its pores, like small snakes, twisting and squirming, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"Sometimes talent is too good, but it's not a good thing."
A ray of blue energy was released from Ning Ping'an's palm, directly covering Ci Song. The blue light released a hint of warmth, healing the pain in Ci Song's body.
Half a quarter of an hour later, seeing that Ci Song had almost recovered, Ning Pingan said: "Although your physical fitness is far superior to that of your peers, it is still unrealistic to withstand the majestic talent blessed by Ci. At least it is not possible." You have to wait until you reach the realm of talent before practicing."
"What you have to do now is to skillfully control your talent so that it can move and change as you wish."
"Taking too big a step will do you a lot of harm but nothing good." Ning Ping'an taught earnestly.
Hearing this, Ci Song nodded and agreed with his teacher's statement. He just took too big a step, which directly caused X.
"Teacher, disciple, remember this."
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