"Father, Yingtian is already twenty-one years old this year, but he is just a scholar. Why do you want to accept him as your disciple?"
Mo Yao, who was sitting next to Ci Song, asked. She was also curious about why Ci Qi Bai made such a decision.
"You two are still too young. Although most of the time, cultivation can indeed determine a person's strength, but there are many other factors that are also very important. Although Yingtian's martial arts is not high, he was born in a prince's family. , has resources and influence that ordinary people cannot match. Moreover, he has excellent resourcefulness and leadership, which I value very much."
Ci Qibai explained, "Yingtian's talent is not in force, but in strategy and rule. His Majesty also intends to pass the throne to him. I believe that as long as he is given enough time and opportunities, he will be able to become a qualified The king will end this chaotic world and bring unity to the world."
Ci Qibai's words contained a lot of information. Judging from the meaning behind his words, he wanted to cultivate Yingtian as a king who could unify the world. The Lord of Liang actually asked to pass the throne to Yingtian. This This is enough to illustrate Yingtian’s talent.
"Is Yingtian the first emperor of this world?"
Ci Song couldn't help but think, but he didn't know much about Yingtian, and he was unwilling to participate in royal affairs. After all, once this kind of thing got stuck, it would be difficult to get out of it. Ci Qibai and Gongsun Cuo also deliberately gave in to Ci. Song Dynasty stayed away from court disputes.
"Actually, what your father said is not comprehensive enough." Gongsun Cuo, who was sitting next to Ci Qibai, said slowly: "I have seen that boy Yingtian, and I felt the purest five-clawed golden dragon energy in the world from him. , this kind of dragon energy can only appear when a person is recognized by heaven and earth. Emperor Wu, the ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was able to dominate the world precisely because he had the dragon energy of the five-clawed golden dragon in his body. This kid Yingtian is definitely not Chi. Something in it.”
Gongsun Cuo's words shocked both Ci Song and Mo Yao.
"What is this five-clawed golden dragon? Is it related to the vision of heaven and earth that he showed when he became a literary giant?" Mo Yao asked curiously.
Ci Song slowly explained: "It is recorded in the book that this five-clawed golden dragon dragon energy is a mysterious force that is not directly related to the vision of heaven and earth in the realm of literary giants. It is a gift from heaven and earth to those who are virtuous and talented. People's recognition can give people incredible power. In history, only a few people have received this kind of power, and they are all figures who unified the world and created a prosperous age. For example, the former King of Shang Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty were all defeated by the Five The approval of the Golden Claw Dragon.”
"Then in what specific ways does this power manifest itself?" Mo Yao asked.
"I don't know much about this. I only know that people with the five-clawed golden dragon's energy will have significant improvements in wisdom, force, and strategy, and they can often be favored by heaven and earth and save themselves from danger at critical moments." Gongsun Wrong replied.
"It sounds like it's very powerful." Mo Yao sighed.
"It is indeed powerful, but people with this kind of power may not necessarily be able to grow up smoothly. It still requires continuous efforts and accumulation to truly exert the effect of this power." Gongsun Cuo added.
"The book also records that the dragon energy of the five-clawed golden dragon is so deep that even a semi-saint cannot sense the existence of the five-clawed golden dragon. How did you do it, Grandpa Cuo?" Ci Song looked at it in confusion. Xiang Gongsun is wrong.
"Of course I have my own way. It's not convenient to tell the young master here at the moment. Please forgive me."
Gongsun Cuo did not tell Ci Song the reason, and Ci Song did not continue to ask. Everyone has their own secrets, and they can tell them if they want to, and don't tell them if they don't want to.
"Okay, we won't discuss these things today." Ci Qibai interrupted everyone's discussion, "Although Yingtian has the five-clawed golden dragon dragon energy in his body, it still needs time to grow. I am just doing my best. Help him. The people at the table today are all members of our own family. Don’t spread what you say to others. Come on, have a drink.”
Everyone raised their glasses and started drinking again.
At this moment, Mo Yao understood the importance of Yingtian and why his father accepted Yingtian as his disciple. Ci Song was also more convinced that Yingtian most likely took the script from the First Emperor, just to see what he could do. You can't follow the script.
After having enough wine and food, Ci Song returned to his room. This time Mo Yao also followed him, saying that he wanted to show Ci Song something.
The two of them sat at the table, Mo Yao raised her hand gently, cold light gathered in her hand, and an ice blue jade flute appeared in her hand.
"This jade flute is so magical that it can appear out of thin air?"
Ci Song looked at the jade flute carefully. What attracted him most was the lifelike red plum carved on the end of the flute. A bit of red paired with the crystal blue flute body was like a flash of color in the ice and snow, which made people's eyes brighten. .
Mo Yao looked at Ci Song as he spoke, "This was given to me by my father. He said it was a gift left by his mother to his daughter-in-law."
"My mother?"
Ci Song was stunned. This was the first time he saw the items left by his mother. Ci Song had no memory of her at all, as if his mother had never appeared in his life.
Mo Yao looked at Ci Song's reaction and felt a little unbearable. She knew that Ci Song knew nothing about his mother and could understand the sadness in Ci Song's heart. Her mother also died of illness when she was six years old. He I can understand the pain of losing my mother.
Of course, she also understood that she could not empathize with Ci Song. Although they both lost their mothers, the process was different. She grew up in an environment full of maternal love, but Ci Song had never felt maternal love.
"Brother Ci Song, how about you listen to me play a piece of music?"
Mo Yao said softly, as if she wanted to change the topic and make Ci Song less sentimental.
Ci Song came back to his senses and nodded.
Mo Yao lightly opened her red lips and slowly blew her jade flute. The sound made by the jade flute is clear and melodious, as if it has a kind of magic power, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Ci Song closed his eyes and listened carefully. He seemed to be able to feel the music flowing like spring water, and every note was filled with deep emotion.
Suddenly, Mo Yao's flute sound became high-pitched and passionate, as if he was telling a story of great ambition. Ci Song's heart moved, as if he saw a young man with great ambitions, writing his own legend in the literary world.
The music continued, and Mo Yao's flute sound was full of strength and determination. She seemed to be telling Ci Song that as long as he bravely pursues his dreams, he can write a more glorious chapter.
When the song ended, Mo Yao put down the jade flute. Ci Song opened his eyes, his eyes shining with determination. He felt a kind of power surging in his heart, which was the power caused by Mo Yao's encouragement and his own determination.
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