Chapter 254: When You Are at the End of Your Rope, There Is Always a Way Out. The Old Man’s Advice

"Xiaoye, you are really a very kind person. It is my honor, Ning Yunduan, to have a son-in-law like you."

Ning Yunduan sighed in his heart. It is also a good thing for Ning Mansion that Ci Song wrote a famous poem in his Ning Mansion today.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, the connection between the General's Mansion and the Ning family must be extraordinary. With this relationship, it will be much easier for the Ning family to operate in Zhongzhou City in the future, and all of this is because of Bai Ye.

Bai Ye's mood gradually calmed down. He knelt down under the mourning hall and handed the elegy to Gu Butler, "Uncle Gu, please have someone copy it and put it on top of the mourning hall."

"I want to take this original text with me."

"Yes, Master Bai."

Butler Gu quickly took the rice paper and took the order.

Duanmu Qingcang on the side slowly said: "Bai Ye, have you already thought about it?"

"I have already thought about it. I will leave tomorrow to find a way to gather souls." Bai Ye said firmly to Duanmu Qingcang.

"Since you have decided, I won't stop you, but at least you have to leave with Dean Yan's permission, right?"

"That's natural." Bai Ye replied.

"Then when do you plan to set off?" Duanmu Qingcang continued to ask.

"I plan to leave tomorrow. There can be no delay in this matter. The sooner the better."

After that, Bai Ye stood up, his expression seemed to have returned to the indifferent look before, "Qing Cang, don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Master Bai, the eulogy has been copied."

Butler Gu handed the rice paper back to Bai Ye. Bai Ye folded it and put it in front of his chest. Then he turned to look at Ci Song at the desk, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Brother Ci, thank you very much."

"No, it's okay."

Ci Song sat quietly at the desk. His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, as if his life force had been ruthlessly deprived of him. The eyes were sunken, and the pupils revealed an indescribable fatigue and pain. He leaned back against the desk, his right hand resting on the table limply, his shoulders slightly hunched, giving people a feeling of vulnerability and helplessness.

Ci Song's body was trembling slightly, as if a breeze could blow him down.

This scene fell in Bai Ye's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel nervous, and quickly walked over to support Ci Song, "Junior Brother Ci, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Ci Song forced out a smile, and then leaned against Bai Ye.

"Are you being fed back by your talent?" Bai Ye released his talent and probed Ci Song's body.

"It's okay, it's really okay."

Ci Song knew that his talent had backfired this time. The improvement brought to him by this song "Jiang Chengzi" was far beyond what Ci Song could bear now. If his physical fitness had not been greatly improved in the past three months, Ascension, I am afraid that after writing this poem today, I will die on the spot.

How can it be like now, just a little tired and exhausted.

"Qing Cang, please bring Ci Song back to the General's Mansion. I heard that Gongsun and others are in the General's Mansion. He will definitely relieve the pain of talent backlash." Bai Ye turned to Duanmu Qingcang and said.

"yes."

Duanmu Qingcang nodded, walked to Ci Song, and supported him.

"Bai, Senior Brother Bai, there is no way out but there is no way out. There is a bright future in every village. I believe that you will be able to find a way to resurrect your sister-in-law."

Ci Song's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he fainted in Duanmu Qingcang's arms.

Bai Ye noticed that the talent in Ci Song's body had become disordered, and quickly released his own talent to stabilize it, "Qing Cang, please send Junior Brother Ci back as soon as possible."

"Well, I'll go back right now."

He directly carried Ci Song on his back, then used his body skills and disappeared from everyone's sight.

. . . . . . . .

Just after Ci Song fell into coma, his consciousness entered the Wen Yun Orb.

When Ci Song opened his eyes, the scene in front of him changed again. Different from the endless grassland before, he now saw an ancient forest in front of him, with green trees and intertwined branches and leaves, forming patches of rich shade. The sunlight shines on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow.

He slowly stood up and found that he no longer suffered from the pain of backlash from his talent, and was replaced by a refreshing feeling, as if he had been reborn.

"Where is this?" Ci Song was confused. He remembered that he was in the mourning hall of Ning Mansion before he fell into coma.

"This is the Wen Yun Jewel."

Just when Ci Song was confused, a voice sounded in his ears. He turned around and saw the old man whose face he couldn't see clearly standing there quietly, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Senior, what's going on? Why am I here again?" Ci Song stepped forward and asked curiously.

"You have inspired too much talent. If I hadn't taken action and transferred the excess talent into the orb, you would have died." The old man slowly explained to Ci Song.

Then he walked slowly to Ci Song and looked at him up and down. The two were only half a step apart, but Ci Song still couldn't see the old man's face clearly, "Senior, thank you for your help."

"This is what I should do. After all, Wenyun Baozhu has recognized you as its master now. I will naturally help you if you need help."

I saw the old man slowly waving his hands, golden light flashed, and golden words appeared around him, flying around the old man. In the end, a poem was formed, and Song knew every word. These were the words Song came to this place. Poems written in the world and recognized by heaven and earth.

"These are all the poems you wrote before, right?" The old man slowly pointed to the poems.

"Yes, these are the poems I have written before." Ci Song nodded and asked with some doubt, "Senior, why did you summon all these poems?"

The old man did not answer Ci Song's question, but said lightly, "Each of these poems is enough to be passed down in literature for thousands of years. They are invaluable treasures in themselves. Unfortunately, you just wrote them down without feeling the artistic conception."

When the old man said this, his voice revealed a strong doubt, "The creation of a poem is The poet puts all his thoughts, ideas and feelings into it, which is an expression of life. Although your poems are recognized by heaven and earth, they lack this kind of sincere emotion. "

"I know that you have inherited the legacy of the immortal poet and can easily write famous poems, but I hope that you can feel life and emotions in these poems recognized by heaven and earth, and truly use these poems to improve your literary mind and understand the true meaning of life. "

"Instead of just writing poems, plundering the talent of heaven and earth, and improving your literary cultivation, this is not a good thing for you. "

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