Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"What more can I ask for when I have this wife?" Ci Song chuckled, then picked up the ink pen, dipped it in ink and wrote slowly on the paper. The handwriting was like flowing clouds and flowing water, with dragons and phoenixes dancing, and talent kept emerging between the lines.

"Title: "Drinking""

"The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses."

"How can you do this? Your mind is far away and you are biased."

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain."

"The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back."

"There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words in trying to discern it."

After the poem was completed, all the talents began to pour into Ci Song's body, and the words on the paper began to glow with golden light one by one. Mo Yao and Mr. Yi looked at the scene in front of them, with a little shock in their eyes. A poem unexpectedly attracted Such a majestic talent, this is too scary.

It took a long time for Ci Song to absorb all the majestic talent. This time Ci Song did not improve his cultivation, but directly incorporated all the majestic talent into his Dantian to support Lei Ling.

"Huh, if I hadn't obtained this Thunder Spirit, the talent that this poem could arouse would be enough to raise my cultivation to the point where I can lift a person with two fingers. I don't want my cultivation to improve so quickly."

Ci Song felt happy in his heart, but Mr. Yi on the other side had already focused his attention on the poems written by Ci Song.

Although Mr. Yi could not write poetry, it was very simple to appreciate poetry based on his own experience and talent, and he was attracted by this poem.

"Building a house in the human world without the noise of carriages and horses" means building one's house in the human world, but one cannot hear the noise of carriages and horses. "In the human realm" there must be "noise of carriages and horses". Why is there no "travelling"? What about "Ma Xuan"? Ask yourself, "How can I ask you?" What is the reason for reaching such a state?

In a secluded place, because your mind is far away, you won't feel dazzled by things nearby, and you won't care or care about them.

"Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, and leisurely see Nanshan Mountain." When picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see the image of Nanshan Mountain when you look up. The word "see" is used very well. The scenery follows people's wishes, rather than people following the scenery.

"The mountain atmosphere is beautiful day and night, and the birds return to their nests." The atmosphere in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very beautiful. Under the reflection of the sunset, groups of birds begin to return to their nests.

"There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten how to say it." There is a true meaning in this, but I want to say it but forget how to say it. The conclusion is a summary and also an inspiration. The poet raised a question here, that is, how to maintain a beautiful ideal state in his life. To achieve this beautiful ideal state, the most fundamental point is to return to basics.

From another perspective, the "true meaning" in the second stanza has already led to "the mind is far away from itself", avoiding the chaos of the world, and acting on it, the state of mind will be clear.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." It is said that when the poet picked chrysanthemums, he did not deliberately look for them, but picked them casually. But when he picked them, he found that the scene in front of him was exactly a Nanshan map. These two sentences are indescribably wonderful. The beauty lies in the word "jian". "Jian" expresses the poet's unintentional mood, while "leisurely" expresses the poet's state of mind.

"A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, this is a true masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!"

Mr. Yi could not help but admire that although he could not write such a poem, he could deeply feel the artistic conception and talent contained in this poem.

Ci Song did not speak this time, and accepted Mr. Yi's praise calmly. Mr. Yi continued: "Every line of this poem is full of profound meaning, precise wording, and profound artistic conception. It expresses the feeling of seclusion and the return to the truth vividly and truly. It’s a stroke of God.”

"This poem is a congratulatory gift. I think he will definitely choose to go out and get to know the person who wrote the poem." Mr. Yi continued with emotion.

"Then Mr. Yi said that this poem was written by a similarly reclusive person. If asked for his name, you would say that you don't know his name, only that he is called "Mr. Wuliu." "Ci Song replied.

After hearing this, Mr. Yi understood the meaning of Ci Song. Ci Song did not want to disturb his old friend's secluded life and spoil his mood. Mr. Yi could not help but feel a little moved.

"Ci Song, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, although he has lived in seclusion, he still has several treasures. I will ask him for a suitable treasure and give it to you. As for me, I have stayed in the academy for many years. Although it is not as valuable as his treasure, it can still express my feelings. If you like to use swords, I will give this sword to you. "

Mr. Yi took out a sky blue sword hilt, green and blue, as clear and blue as the sky, with a blue gem inlaid on the top, which seemed to be the eye of the sword.

"Mr. Yi, is this a sword?" Ci Song looked at the blue hilt of the sword held by Mr. Yi and asked in confusion.

"The name of this sword is: Hanguang. It is invisible. It moves without knowing what it touches. It is boundless. It passes through objects without being aware of them. The sword is as its name says. The brilliance is restrained and the sword body is invisible."

Mr. Yi explained, and then he put a bit of talent into the hilt of the sword, and the sword body suddenly appeared. The blue sword body was about three feet two inches long and two inches wide. It was completely transparent, as if it was condensed from the blue of the sky. There are three thousand words of inscription on it, but not a single word can be seen clearly. Only traces of air currents can be seen. The light gives people a deep and far-away feeling, as if it is a reflection of the sky.

"This sword is special. Only by focusing your mind on the sword body can you see the sword body. If your mind is not focused, you cannot see the sword body. At the same time, this sword has no edge, but it can cut gold and break jade."

As he spoke, Mr. Yi inputted his talent again, and the other end of the hilt also showed the blade, which turned out to be a double-edged sword. Han Guang retracted his talent, and the sword body was hidden in the hilt again. He continued: "This sword was obtained by me in Fenglinzhou many years ago. It is a great scholar's calligraphy. Unfortunately, I don't use the sword, so I have kept it for many years. It is appropriate to give it to you today."

On the other side, Ci Song was a little dumbfounded. Why is this sword so familiar? Isn't this the sword of the second senior brother Yan Lu in the Qin world? How come this world also has it, and the appearance and function are almost exactly the same?

"Hiss, so it seems that this world also has shark teeth and Yuanhong?"

Ci Song was full of surprise, and at the same time, he couldn't help but daydream. If this world also has the weapons in Qin, then are there also characters in Qin?

"Ci Song, just accept it, let me give you a gift."

Mr. Yi's voice interrupted Ci Song's reverie. He came back to his senses, looked at the Han Guang sword in front of him, and took it directly.

"Thank you, Mr. Yi."

Mr. Yi watched Ci Song take over Han Guang and nodded with satisfaction, then said: "Han Guang, Han Guang, you are restrained and never reveal your edge. I hope you can be like this sword in the future and make great achievements after years of accumulation."

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