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

Ning Ping'an looked Ci Song up and down and asked softly about Ci Song's physical condition.

After hearing the teacher's caring words, Ci Song understood his purpose and said quickly: "No, thanks to Mr. Yi's help."

"It's okay. Mr. Yi has informed me of this matter, and Yan Wen has been punished by the dean." Ning Ping'an said calmly.

"Teacher, who is this Yan Wen?" Ci Song asked curiously. Just now in the restaurant, he wanted to ask Mr. Yi, but Mr. Yi didn't explain much.

"Yan Wen is the dean's younger brother. He was also one of the top geniuses back then. A disaster caused his whole person to change, so he became like this." Ning Ping'an said with a hint of loneliness in his tone. "The grudges of the previous generation should not affect the next generation. Don't worry, since you have become my disciple, no one in the academy will dare to touch you again. This time it was just an accident. I apologize to you as my master."

"Teacher, you don't need to apologize. This is an unexpected incident. No one could have imagined it." Ci Song replied quickly.

Ning Ping'an looked at Ci Song with relief and said, "This incident also reminded me that I must at least teach you life-saving moves."

As he spoke, Ning Ping'an's hand released a faint blue light, and the light condensed in his palm and turned into a blue silk thread.

"In the realm of a scholar, talent is like a needle. When you reach this state, a needle of talent can transform a thousand things."

As Ning Pingping spoke, the blue silk thread on his hand kept dancing, whether it was long or short, thick or thin, and its changes were unpredictable.

"Try to summon the talent in your body, and then condense it in the palm of your hand like me." Ning Pingan said slowly.

"good."

Ci Song did as he was told, channeling the talent in his Dantian and slowly placing his palms in front of him.

Different from the blue talent in Ning Ping'an's hands, Ci Song's talent is golden and of extremely high quality. When released at this time, the golden talent is no less than the blue silk thread released by Ning Ping'an, and even better than the blue silk thread released by Ning Ping'an. The talent appears more profound.

Ning Ping'an was surprised when he saw the talent unleashed by Ci Song. He did not expect that Ci Song already had such a profound talent. In time, he would definitely be better than his master.

"Okay, now try to gather your talents on your fingers, and then connect them with my blue silk thread." Ning Ping'an said, while gently picking Ci Song's fingers.

I saw the blue silk thread slowly floating towards Ci Song's finger. The moment it came into contact with Ci Song's talent, blue and gold quickly became entangled, inseparable.

"Next, you have to hold on!" With Ning Ping'an's whisper, the blue silk thread in his hand began to dance quickly, and as the blue silk thread danced, traces of purer talent floated out from his palm, constantly It was integrated into Ci Song's body.

As the talent continued to pour in, Ci Song felt as if he was about to burst, but he knew that this was a good phenomenon. At this time, his talent needed a vent, and this vent was his meridians.

Once the meridians are burst, the talent in his body will have nowhere to store. Moreover, at the moment when Ningping's talent enters Ci Song's body, the Wen Yun Orb originally hidden in Ci Song's Dantian disappears without a trace. There is no trace of it, even Ci Song himself cannot sense its existence.

"Remember one sentence: before you hurt others, hurt yourself first!" Ning Ping'an said to Ci Song.

As Ning Ping'an's words fell, Ci Song only felt pain in his fingers as if they were pricked by needles, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was directly transmitted to his mind.

Almost at the same time, the talent in his Dantian became active instantly. The golden and blue talent seemed to have found an outlet and quickly gathered along his meridians towards his fingers.

With the influx of golden talent, Ci Song felt that his muscles and meridians were being torn apart bit by bit, and the pain that penetrated into his bone marrow made him almost faint.

But he knew that some wonderful changes were taking place in his body at this time. His meridians were constantly strengthening and broadening, and his talents were constantly becoming solid.

When this pain lasted for about an hour, Ci Song felt that his meridians had become numb, and he could not even feel the existence of his five senses, as if he had fallen into a void.

But the golden talent in his Dantian became more active, as if it was about to break through his Dantian.

"Use your talent to guide it." Ning Ping'an's voice sounded slowly, bringing a sense of clarity to Ci Song.

Ci Song did as he was told, mobilizing the talents in his body to converge towards his Dantian.

When the golden talent touched the Dantian wall, Ci Song felt as if his Dantian was pricked by a needle, but as the pain continued, the tingling sensation on his Dantian wall gradually weakened. , his Dantian seemed to be widened.

As the Dantian expanded, the golden talent gradually became solidified and its volume became larger.

When the golden talent became the same size as the previous blue talent, Ci Song felt that his meridians had completely recovered, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow also disappeared.

At this time, his body was full of strength, and he felt refreshed and refreshed like never before.

As the power in Ci Song's body surged out, the pain on his body also disappeared, but there was an extra mark on Ci Song's palm. The shape of this mark was very strange, like a shrunken book, with emanations of With a faint blue light.

"This is?" Ci Song looked at Ning Pingan in confusion.

"I sealed a trace of talent in your palm. Your control over literary energy is too rough. Even if you have strong talent, you cannot bring out its true power. This trace of my talent will be sealed in your palm for one year. During this period, if you want your talent to take shape, you can use this trace of talent to guide it."

Ning Ping'an explained slowly, "But I hope that you can completely master the mystery through self-cultivation after understanding how to gather talent into shape. When you can skillfully use talent, you can be regarded as truly stepping into the world of literati."

Hearing this, Ci Song's curiosity rose again, "Teacher, if there is no help from the talent you left in my body, how long will it take for me to master it by practicing alone?"

During this period, there were too many people who gave Ci Song plug-ins. First, his father gave him a "Literary Orb", and then the old man in the Literary Orb helped him "solve" the problem of literary backlash. Today, his teacher sealed a trace of his talent for him. This made Ci Song feel more and more that he was the son of heaven.

Ci Song asked this question purely out of curiosity. No one would complain about having few cheats.

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