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

The backlash of Ci Song's talent lasted for a full hour before it began to slowly weaken. During this hour, Mr. Jian devoted nearly 10% of his talent to resisting the offensive of external talents against Ci Song. This also made Mr. Jian more and more interested in the poems written by Ci Song.

With the blessing of Mirage's talent, his cultivation has reached the semi-saint realm. 10% of the semi-sacred realm's talent is equivalent to the combined talents of nearly a hundred literary giants. What exactly did Ci Song write?

He has lived for a thousand years now. Most of the literati living today are his descendants, including Master, Ning Ping'an and others. Over the past thousand years, he has seen countless geniuses, but no one can be like him. Ci Song was like this, so that he, a semi-saint, could even spend 10% of his talent to resist the backlash of his talent?

"Mr. Jian, I think the backlash of talent has begun to gradually weaken. Otherwise, let the kid solve the next backlash problem by himself? After all, the backlash of talent is not only a hardship, but also an opportunity. I also want to improve my level. You You can also appreciate poetry.”

"good."

Mr. Jian didn't say much, he just nodded in agreement, and then dissipated the talent he had released. As the emerald green barrier dissipated, Ci Song's face instantly turned pale. Obviously, even if the weakened talent backfired, Ci Song was still What is unbearable is that now he is no longer squeezed by the talents around him all the time.

"Wen Yun Orb, suck it hard for me. This time I will make up for all the energy I expended in the previous battle with Ghost Ancestor!"

I saw Ci Song sitting cross-legged, holding his breath and concentrating, and began to seriously adapt to the backlash of his talent.

Mr. Jian on the other side saw that Ci Song's situation had stabilized. Although he had many doubts in his heart, they were suppressed by his curiosity. He walked slowly to the table and looked at the poems written by Ci Song.

"Good words."

Although he hasn't read the content yet, he can't help but admire the calligraphy written by Ci Song. It has to be said that Ci Song's calligraphy is a rare treasure in the world. Not only is the font square and dense,

The overall structure is rigorous, the strokes are light horizontally and heavy vertically, and the strokes are strong, round and thick.

After praising Ci Song's calligraphy, Mr. Jian also began to read aloud the poems written by Ci Song.

"Ascending"

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand in the desert."

“The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls in.”

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when the new one stops."

A desolate and sad feeling of autumn gradually emerged. When he read the sentence "hardship hates the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when it is new," Mr. Jian actually had a trace of tears in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood why the backlash Ci Song suffered from his talent this time was so terrifying. And he also began to analyze the poem.

"'The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in the desert.' This first sentence alone describes a bleak scene vividly. The wind is blowing against the sky, the rush is blowing against the height, and the desert is blowing against the sand. In the clear dialogue, the ape screams and mourns as the bird flies back. The first fourteen words are all in pairs. They are neat and clever, and there is no empty word. "

"The following sentence, 'The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in.' makes the autumn mood vivid on the paper. The two words 'boundless' and 'endless' combine the 'whistle' of falling trees and the rolling waves of the Yangtze River." "Gungun" is connected together, making people can't help but think about it, be immersed in the scene, sigh at the scene in front of them, and be intoxicated by the boundless desolation. "

"But this is the first time I have heard the name 'Yangtze River'. There are only big rivers in Tianyuan Continent, and they are quite long. It is not an exaggeration to call it the Yangtze River here. Isn't there a big river rolling in? It's inappropriate, really. No, Yangtze River sounds better.”

Mr. Jian muttered a few sentences to himself, and then continued to analyze the last two sentences of the poem.

"Although the first two sentences of this poem describe autumn scenery, they do not mention autumn. It is not until the third sentence that the word 'autumn' is pointed out. Autumn is sad for thousands of miles, and there are many diseases for hundreds of years, which completely completes the loneliness and vicissitudes of people's twilight years. Show, especially the word 'lone',

It is the finishing touch. The last sentence, "Hard work hates the frosty temples, and the new wine glass is turbid." It pushes this loneliness and vicissitudes to the extreme. The frosty temples and turbid wine glasses are in harmony with the bleak autumn scenery in the previous sentences. The combination forms a perfect fit, exaggerating the sorrow and loneliness to the extreme. "

"What's even more wonderful is that although this poem is full of sadness, it has no sense of sadness or a sense of doom. On the contrary, it is passionate and tragic, and it is magnificent. Although it has fallen into obscurity, it has never forgotten itself. This ambition, this feeling, this state of mind is really admirable.”

Mr. Jian clapped his hands and exclaimed: "What a poem! What a poem! It is no exaggeration to say that it is an eternal masterpiece and a peerless classic that has been passed down for thousands of years! With this poem, with this poem, I have no regrets in this life!"

And while Mr. Jian was immersed in this poem, Ci Song's cultivation on the other side had also completed a breakthrough. Originally, he only had two balls of fist-sized talent in his body, but at this moment, it turned into three fists, and there was a faint fusion. momentum.

"It is worthy of being hailed by future generations as the 'No. 1 Seven Words in Ancient and Modern Times'. Even though I fed some of my talents to Lei Ling, the Wen Yun Orb shouldered most of the pressure. In addition, Mr. Jian weakened the outside world for me. Despite the intensity of his talent, he almost fainted. It is truly a poem by a poet. If you write famous poems again in the future, you must take protective measures. "

"It's just that the talent that this thunder spirit can absorb is really too little. I wonder if the remaining soul of the Mirage Dragon can absorb the talent and bear the pressure for me? I'll ask after he wakes up."

Ci Song sighed a few words in his heart, then stood up from the ground and looked in the direction of Mr. Jian. He saw Mr. Jian holding rice paper in both hands and reading aloud mesmerically. Ci Song could clearly see that Mr. Jian's eyes were full of tears. Tears, obviously deeply shocked by this poem.

Mr. Jian was so excited that he could not contain himself and kept murmuring:

"Okay! It's really great! There is this poem, there is this poem! I have no regrets in this life!"

"Mr. Jian, do you still like this poem? Are you still satisfied?"

Ci Song walked to Mr. Jian's side. Although Ci Song was asking, just by looking at Mr. Jian's appearance, he knew how much he loved the song "Ascending".

Mr. Jian turned his head and looked at Ci Song with a change in his eyes.

"Satisfied, I am so satisfied! It is indeed the number one Qiyan in the ages, and it is indeed well-deserved! But..."

"But what? Ci Song is very curious.

"But what?"

"But I'm a little confused as to why this poem is called "Ascend the High".

"Why is it that every sentence in this poem is written about autumn scenery? What is the profound meaning of the word "gao" in "climbing high"?"

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