Ci Song couldn't remain silent when he heard the Master's call. He stood up from his seat, looked up at the Master, and said, "Master, I still want to wait a little longer."
"Why?" Master asked puzzled.
"I want to give the remaining talents a chance, because I'm afraid that after I finish speaking, the other students will no longer have the courage to take the stage." Ci Song's words undoubtedly aroused the surprise of everyone present. What kind of young man is he, so arrogant?
"Ci Song, can I interpret what you said to mean that you despised the students present?" The master grinned, showing an expression as if he wanted to watch a show.
"Master, please be aware that Ci Song has never looked down on anyone. I just told the truth. If you really ask me to tell you my answer, then this talent banquet will be boring."
Ci Song explained that as early as Mo Yao was playing the flute, he had already thought of his answer, but the answer was so lethal that even the master present might not be able to write it. Four sentences, as long as Ci Song can express them, then the crown of Cai Qi Yan will definitely belong to Ci Song.
As soon as Ci Song said this, there was a burst of discussion in the entire banquet hall. They all wanted to know what kind of answer Ci Song could give.
At this time, Ning Ping'an spoke, "You have been bullied to the doorstep, and you are still thinking about others. Ci Song, you are so kind."
"Yes, teacher, students understand."
Ci Song understood his teacher's meaning and stopped shirk- ing. He raised his head to look at the Master and slowly said: "Confucianism and Taoism establish a heart for the world, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations."
After four sentences were spoken, the entire banquet hall seemed to have stopped. All the discussions and noises disappeared at this moment, as if even time had stopped.
"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."
These four sentences, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, directly hit people's hearts. They seem to have traveled through endless years, carrying the wisdom and responsibility of the sages, so that everyone who hears them can feel the heavy responsibility and mission.
After Ci Song said these four sentences, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall suddenly became solemn. The students who originally came here just for errands were all stunned at this moment.
The talents of saints that were originally lingering in the air turned into phantoms of saints, some bowed their hands, some held scrolls, some splashed ink, some sang on the waves... Each of these phantoms of saints exuded a strong momentum, they seemed to It is telling everyone a fact - Confucianism and Taoism are the essence of heaven and earth and the welfare of all people.
After hearing these four sentences, the Master felt as if his whole body had been hit by a heavy hammer. The original thoughts in his mind that "Confucianism and Taoism are dead" were completely shattered at this moment. He finally understood that Confucianism and Taoism had not died, it was just waiting to bloom in silence like Ning Ping'an's direct disciple Ci Song.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The master couldn't help but say "good" three times at this moment. Today he finally saw a student who could inherit the essence of Confucianism and Taoism. How could he not be excited?
"Ci Song, did you know that the four sentences you just wrote can be admitted to the Confucian Temple?" The master's voice echoed in the ears of every student at this moment.
"Students are terrified."
Ci Song lowered his head and said that he didn't know what this Confucian Temple was at all, but he knew how lethal the four sentences in "Hengqu Quotations" he said were.
This "Hengqu Quotations" originally came from the famous sayings of Zhang Zai, a great scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty. Mr. Zhang Zai was also the founder of "Guan Xue", a branch of Neo-Confucianism. He was later named a sage and was enshrined in the 38th place in the west veranda of the Confucius Temple.
The four sentences of Hengqu that Ci Song wrote today are enough to shock the Confucian school of this world, and even the entire literary world above Confucianism.
As soon as Ci Song finished speaking, the entire void suddenly surged like boiling water. All the phantoms of the saints, as if pulled by some mysterious force, disappeared in mid-air. There was a palpitating atmosphere in the air, as if something major was about to happen.
Suddenly, a bright golden light fell from the sky and shot straight towards Ci Song. This light is like a gift from a saint, illuminating the entire scholarly world. In the astonished gazes of everyone, that brilliant golden talent poured directly into Ci Song's body.
Ci Song only felt warm all over, as if his whole body was immersed in warm water, and that comfortable feeling spread throughout his body instantly. He couldn't help but close his eyes and feel the strange power flowing through his body.
At this time, he seemed to see countless Confucian students. Under this golden light, their robes were flying, their hair was fluttering, and their eyes were full of admiration and envy. After seeing Ci Song, they all expressed their admiration for Ci Song. The lyrics of Song Dynasty are bowed and saluted.
Then the golden talent wrapped around his body like a golden ribbon. After it circulates in the body for a week, it flies back into the air again. The golden talent circled in the air, and then dissipated in the air. At the same time, Ci Song's Confucian aura suddenly rose to a higher level, and he successfully broke through and became a scholar.
Ci Song slowly raised his hand, and a burst of talent surged out of his palm and condensed into a sharp needle. With a thought in his mind, the talent needle of the Scholar Realm immediately turned into golden light and was taken back into his body.
Ci Song himself was extremely happy, "I, Ci Song, am also a scholar now. A twelve-year-old scholar should be comparable to my father back then, right?"
"The saint's energy turned into a spiritual banquet and entered Ci Song's body. It seems that what Ci Song said was true."
Ning Ping'an was also shocked that his disciple could say such magnificent words. These four sentences seemed to directly reveal the truth of the universe, which deeply impressed Ning Ping'an.
He originally felt that Ci Song was a talent that could be created, but he did not expect Ci Song's talent to be so high, high enough for the saint's shadow to come and bestow upon him the talent in the banquet of talents.
The effect of this talent is to ignore any conditions and elevate to a greater realm of Confucianism and Taoism. Unfortunately, Ci Song Xiuwei is only a child, and one step up is nothing more than a scholar.
Ci Song's current state is like a lucky man who has received a great reward. His body is full of power, which is a kind of power that comes from the heart. He felt that his scholarly aura was purer, and his talent, which was originally a little restless, became tranquil and deep under the blessing of golden light.
The Master looked at him, his eyes full of admiration and expectation, "Ci Song, you deserve the gift of this saint's talent. I didn't expect that, although you are young, you can write such enlightening and lasting words. Would you like to I wrote these words in my own hand so that I can hang them in the Confucian Temple."
"Master, I..."
Before Ci Song could answer, the old man's voice from the Wen Yun Baozhu came to his ears, "You are a person who writes poetry into ink. If you write those four sentences, then the talent of heaven and earth will bring blessings to you, and If you don't say the entire four sentences, as long as you write one of them, your talent will backfire and you will explode to death."
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