"Three thousand guests were drunk with flowers in the hall, and fourteen states were cold with one sword. Is this poem of yours written for your father?" Naturally, Ning Ping'an heard the poem that Ci Song had just sung, and asked Ci Song Dao .
"Uh, yes." Ci Song didn't know how to round up this lie at this time, so he simply followed Ning Ping'an's statement.
Hearing what Ci Song said, Ning Ping'an also fell into memories. At the Wuyuan Tea Party decades ago, Ci Qibai also showed his prowess at that time. In the battle between heaven and man, only one person, With one sword and one white coat, facing the world's talented people, he was arrogant and heroic, and finally won the crown.
At that time, everyone thought that it was a pity that another saint would emerge from Confucius-Sheng Academy.
"I'm here today to tell you this much. If you have free time, you can practice on your own. By the way, you must study the book I gave you."
After that, Ning Pingan stood up and left.
"Congratulations, teacher."
After sending Ning Ping'an away, Ci Song began to truly study literary talent. Then Ci Song summoned all three talents in his body. Then, under the guidance of blue talent, his own golden talent began to slow down. Slow agglomeration.
"Condensation!"
Ci Song gave a low drink, and suddenly his whole body surged with energy, and a long sword gathered and took shape again.
It's just that the long sword condensed by Ci Song this time is obviously not as good as the long sword that appeared when he recited the war poem just now, both in appearance and momentum.
Ci Song carefully looked at the long sword in his hand, because it was condensed with talents and was completely golden, somewhat like the lightsaber condensed by Kizaru using the shining fruit.
"It looks pretty good, but it's a pity that I don't know how to use a sword." After waving it twice symbolically, Ci Song changed the shape of his talents again, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and axes, hooks and forks, idle sticks, sticks, whips, maces and hammers. , all eighteen classes of weapons were condensed in their hands, and each one of Ci and Song played with it, but Ci and Song had never really come into contact with these weapons, so they didn't know how to use them.
"It's a bit embarrassing. It would be nice if I could transform into a weapon that I can use."
With a flash of inspiration, Ci Song seemed to suddenly think of something, and his mind immediately became clear.
Ci Song patted his head and said with a smile: "I am really confused. After traveling here, my thoughts were subconsciously restrained."
Immediately afterwards, the talent in Ci Song's hand gathered again. This time, the weapon that appeared in his palm was different from the weapon just now, and was only slightly larger than his palm.
Ci Song looked at the weapon in his hand, and his shock was palpable, "It can really be condensed. This talent is indeed ever-changing, but I don't know if it can shoot out bullets."
With that said, Ci Song raised the weapon in his hand and pulled the trigger. Then a golden bullet was fired from the barrel of the gun, directly making a small hole in the wall.
"Damn, it's really powerful."
That's right, the weapon condensed by Ci Song is exactly a pistol, and its shape refers to the most classic "Desert Eagle".
"This, this is too unscientific. I don't know the operating principle of a pistol at all, but I can condense a pistol that can shoot bullets."
Ci Song looked at the Desert Eagle in his hand, his expression became very strange, "Um, am I overstepping the mark? The word science doesn't seem to apply here."
He quickly remembered that the place he was in could not be explained by science at all, or that there was no science at all here.
"If that masked man comes to provoke me again in the future, I will let him see how powerful I am."
Ci Song's mind has already begun to imagine that the next time he encounters a masked man, he takes out his pistol and shouts: "Sir, times have changed." Then he shoots him to death, which seems pretty good.
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A month passed quickly. During this period, Ci and Song Dynasty had just lived a happy life. In the morning, they studied the "Four Books" and "Five Classics", in the afternoon they studied the "Tao Te Ching", and in the evening they practiced the use of talents. Life is quite fulfilling.
But one thing is a bit embarrassing, that is, Yan Ruoci is avoiding him now. This month Cisong met her several times, but every time Yan Ruoci saw him, it was like a mouse meeting a cat, and he was in a hurry. Running away seemed like Yan Ruoci had done something wrong to him, which made Cisong feel very helpless.
But that's okay, at least it's quiet.
In the afternoon of this day, Ci Song was still studying the "Tao Te Ching" in his room as usual, when he heard a knock on the door outside.
"Ci Song, are you in the courtyard?"
Listening to this voice, it seems to be Dean Yan's voice. Ci Song was confused, why did Dean Yan suddenly come to see him?
I have been quite honest this month. I have been writing poems while hiding in the house quietly, trying not to make too much noise to avoid getting into any more trouble.
Opening the door, he saw Dean Yan standing at the door, and behind him, there was a man standing. He looked older than Bai Ye, about twenty-five years old. The man was wearing a green gown with embroidered embroidery on it. There are complex cloud patterns, and its face is a bit feminine, but it has a heroic spirit.
"Dean Yan, you are here, please come in quickly."
Ci Song led the two of them into the room and prepared to make tea for them. However, the man in green shirt made Ci Song feel very uncomfortable, because since he saw him, his eyes had been on Ci Song, and there was no one there. He likes to be stared at all the time, and Ci Song is no exception.
"Dean Yan, who is this?"
"Let me introduce you." Dean Yan took the tea poured by Ci Song and said slowly: "This is a disciple of Confucius Saint Academy. His surname is Liu, and his last name is a cloud." "I have met Brother Liu. .”
Ci Song bowed his hands as a greeting.
Liu Yun nodded, then took out a letter from his arms and put it on the table, "Senior Sister Mo asked me to ask you to ask me to personally teach Zhongzhou Ci and Song Dynasty."
"Good guy, he deserves to be from Confucius and Sheng Academy. He speaks in classical Chinese." Ci Song complained in his heart.
However, when Ci Song heard the title "Senior Sister Mo", a trace of doubt appeared on his face. Although he knew that the person who asked him to deliver the letter must be Mo Yao, Mo Yao was not very old, so why did he become a senior sister?
Liu Yun naturally saw Ci Song's doubts, so he explained: "Mo Yao is now a direct descendant of the academy, and you are one of the seventy-two direct descendants. I am no more than a disciple outside the house, so you should be called senior sister."
"I see, then thank you very much, Brother Liu." Ci Song bowed his hands again and said.
"Ci Song, this time the Five Academy Tea Party will be held at Confucius Saint Academy. The situation is somewhat special. Before going to Confucius Saint Academy, you need to be tested." Dean Yan said slowly.
"Test? Dean, my teacher once said that I need to pass his test before he agrees to let me go. I didn't even pass the teacher's test, so..."
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