Only then did Ci Song realize that he still had this problem, and he said to the Master: "Master, my cultivation level is too low. If I write these four sentences, I am afraid I will not be able to withstand the talent of this world."
"Look at my brain, I forgot that you are still a genius at writing poetry. If you write these four sentences, the talent of heaven and earth will fall, and you will not be able to bear it."
The master patted his forehead and said with an embarrassed smile: "I was too impatient. If this doesn't work, I'll wait until your cultivation level improves."
"Now that the talent banquet is not over yet, all these talents have been collected by Ci Song. It seems that the top spot belongs to Ci Song." Master said slowly.
All the students present also acquiesced to this result. The reason was that Ci Song was able to absorb the talent into his body before the talent banquet was over. This was something that had never happened before.
In previous years, talents were allocated to students after the talent banquet. This process was completely led by the talents of the saints, and even the Master could not interfere.
However, Ci Song received talents before the talent banquet was over, which is enough to show that the talents he displayed had impressed the saint.
"It's time to take out the top reward."
Master slowly raised his hand, and a wolf-hair pen flew out of Master's hand, circled in the air, and then flew straight towards Ci Song. Ci Song only felt his hand sink, and the wolf-hair pen fell into his hand.
He looked down and saw that the pen was completely black, and the brush hair was as thin as a woman's hair. Every brush hair seemed to have been tempered thousands of times, and was full of the charm of Confucianism and Taoism.
He couldn't help but hold the pen in his hand, and felt an ancient and mysterious power coming from the pen, straight into his soul. He felt that his scholarly aura became purer and deeper under the guidance of this power.
"This pen was used by Kong Sheng during his period as a great writer. At that time, Kong Sheng also used this pen to write three characters to suppress the semi-saints."
Master's words shocked Ci Song's heart. Although he knew that this pen was not trivial and was used by Kong Sheng, he did not expect that Kong Sheng would use it to suppress a semi-saint. This is such a treasure.
"It's a pity that you use poetry to write ink, and your combat power is improved by reciting war poems. This pen is not of much use to you. If you use books to write ink, with this pen, a scholar can behead people and fight against Jinshi."
The Master sighed. In his opinion, although the ability to ink poetry is astonishing and surpasses the orthodox six arts poets, it is still a miscellaneous way, and the road to becoming a saint will be more difficult than orthodox Confucianism.
Among the six arts of Mohists, those who use calligraphy and ink are the most powerful. At that time, Yan Sheng cultivated as a sub-sage, condensed his pen power, painted the sky with one stroke, cut off mountains and rivers, and fought against seven sub-sages of the Mohist school with his own strength in the battle of literature and art. The power of heaven and earth seized by Kong Sheng achieved the status of a saint and made unparalleled achievements.
Ci Song felt a little regretful after hearing what Master said, but he quickly thought of how to use this pen perfectly.
With a thought in his mind, the wolf-hair pen immediately flew out of his hand, flew around his body in the air, and then flew back to Bai Ye, who was sitting next to him and still drinking tea.
"Senior Brother Bai, I remember that you use books to add ink, right? Then I will give this pen to you." Ci Song said with a smile.
Bai Ye was stunned and looked at Ci Song in disbelief. He never expected that Ci Song would be so generous as to give him such a precious treasure. Is this a literary masterpiece used by Kong Sheng?
"Ci Song, this is so precious, you..."
Ci Song smiled slightly and interrupted him, "Senior Brother Bai, this pen is of little use to me, but it is of great help to you. You use the book to ink, and this pen can exert greater power in your hands."
Bai Ye was filled with gratitude. He knew clearly that the value of this pen could not be described in words.
"Ci Song, your kindness to me is profound, and I will bear it in my heart all day long."
Ci Song waved his hand, "Senior Brother Bai, we are all disciples of Yan Sheng Academy. We complement each other, so there is no need to say thank you."
Bai Ye took a deep breath, suppressed the gratitude in his heart, then picked up the wolf-hair pen and looked at it carefully. He could feel the powerful power contained in this pen, which was a kind of power derived from Confucianism and Taoism. of divine power.
He knew that this pen would not only help him advance further in calligraphy, but might even improve his literary practice.
Ci Song's behavior directly made other students present look stunned. How much magnanimity and courage does it take to give such a precious treasure to others so easily?
Ci Song's move caused quite a shock among everyone. Many people have a high regard for Ci Songgao, thinking that he is not only outstanding in talent, but also extraordinary in bearing.
As for Ci Song's own thoughts, he has already floated to the sky: "This man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the treasure. There are unscrupulous people who want to assassinate me. If I hold this treasure, won't I die faster? What if this treasure can bring... I've been greatly improved, so forget it, this thing isn't of much use to me, you might as well not give it to me."
"By the way, my dad seems to be a literary giant, right? When the time comes, can't I just get some treasures from him? After all, my dad is a person who writes poems, and my baby must be more suitable for my son's physique. , Well, that’s it.”
Just when Ci Song had finalized the decision to go home and ask for some treasures from his father for self-defense, the master's face was full of smiles. He gently patted Ning Ping'an's shoulder next to him and said with a smile:
"Hahaha, Ning Ping'an, your disciples are really similar to you back then. My first Yasheng calligraphy treasure was something you and your senior brother thought was useless to you, so you gave it to me, but I finally picked it up. .”
"We, brothers and sisters, were deceived by you." Ning Pingan said calmly.
The master acted like a scoundrel and said: "How can I be deceived? I made it clear at the time that the treasure is absolutely extraordinary, but you fellow apprentices cannot use it."
"The villain succeeds."
"Hey, you guy, are you asking for a beating? Your senior brother is not here right now. Zong and Heng are missing each other. Just one Zong can't do anything to me."
"You can try."
Everyone present was watching the two little old men bickering with each other, but no one dared to interrupt. The deans of the other three academies on one side were also listening respectfully.
Just kidding, the combined age of these two people is almost the same as the combined age of everyone present. The two ancestors are joking with each other. Who among the younger generation dares to interrupt?
Half a quarter of an hour later, the master waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, I will spare you this time. When will the three of us brothers get together again, let me see your vertical and horizontal sword skills."
"Forget it, I'm afraid my senior brother will kill you with a sword." Ning Ping'an still looked calm.
"Then I admit it." The master smiled, and then he turned to look at Bai Ye, "Bai Ye, I understand your character. Ci Song can give you such a treasure, you should cherish it, this treasure is in your hands can bring out the greatest value.”
Bai Ye stood up immediately after hearing this and said solemnly: "Yes, Master."
The kindness of Song Dynasty will never be forgotten by him.
"Okay, the talent banquet is over for now. You all go back and repair yourself. In three days, there will be a cultural battle in Kong Sheng Square."
Master, Ning Ping'an and the other three deans jointly released their talents and sent all the students present out of the talent building.
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