Chapter 298: Han Sheng's Inheritance, Completing the Foundation, Unnamed Book

"Huh!"

Then, the gray fog suddenly swept away all the words, the wind stopped, the fog stopped, and Ci Song's vision returned to the previous starry sky.

"How is it?" Han Sheng's shadow looked at Ci Song with a smile.

"It's too late, I didn't remember a single word." Ci Song shook his head helplessly.

"Boy, you can lie to others, but don't think of lying to me. I think you remembered everything, right?" Han Sheng's shadow's tone was a bit teasing.

"Nothing can be hidden from the senior."

"Hahaha, you are honest and admit it directly. Yes, you are very good. In this case, I will test you. You can use your memory just now to copy down the legalist classics I passed to you."

"Okay."

Ci Song did not refuse, and nodded and agreed. Then he used his finger as a pen and the starry sky under his feet as paper to write down all the words he saw. The words he saw just now were all small seal characters that he knew, so Ci Song easily wrote down all the words.

"Righteousness is the relationship between the ruler and his subjects, the difference between the noble and the humble, the relationship between friends, and the distinction between the close and the distant."

"Ritual is the way to show affection, the article of group righteousness, the relationship between the ruler and his subjects, and the difference between the noble and the humble, the virtuous and the unworthy."

"Anyone who has a country and then loses it, and has a body and then suffers disaster, cannot be said to have a country and can protect his body. If he can have a country, he will be able to keep his country safe; if he can protect his body, he will be able to live out his natural life; only then can he be said to have a country and can protect his body."

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Ci Song only felt that his talent was inexhaustible, so he used his talent to write all the words he saw.

It was unknown how long it took for Ci Song to write down all the words he had seen. In the process of writing, Ci Song seemed to have merged with Han Fei, and he himself was Han Sheng. He could clearly sense Han Sheng's indignation at the will to change the law when he wrote "Gu Fen"; his speculation on the monarch's thoughts when he wrote "Shuo Nan"; his criticism of the evil deeds of treacherous ministers and many contemporary Confucian thoughts when he wrote "Jie Jie Shi Chen"; his exposition of the rule of law when he wrote "Xian Xue"; and his inference of the law of governing the country when he wrote "Wu Wu".

"Huh!"

When the last drop of ink fell on the starry sky, Ci Song slowly woke up from his talent. When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Sheng's phantom looking at him with a smile.

"How is it?"

"For some reason, I seem to have experienced everything that Han Sheng did along the way, and it seems that I have experienced Han Sheng's life."

Ci Song looked at the golden words written by himself under the starry sky with a bit of emotion, and it seemed as if he was in another world.

"How much can you understand?"

"About 70%."

"70% is already very good for a Confucian student who rarely comes into contact with the Legalists. Some time ago, a little guy also came here to accept the trial. That kid is not ordinary. I saw the hope of the rise of my Legalists in him. It's a pity that the child was not born in my South Korea, otherwise South Korea could at least continue for a thousand years."

Han Sheng's shadow smiled and shook his head.

"The person you are talking about is Ying Tian?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Oh, do you know him?"

Han Sheng's shadow was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Ci Song to know Ying Tian.

"My father is his teacher."

Ci Song did not hide anything and directly said the relationship between Ying Tian and his father.

"Sure enough, there is always a subtle connection between geniuses. Although Yingtian's talent in literature is far inferior to yours, his future achievements will surely amaze the entire Yuanyuan." Han Sheng's shadow didn't say much, but just sighed.

Ci Song also changed the topic at the right time, "Senior Han Sheng, do you have any other trials to test Ci Song?"

"You kid, is it not enough to get the inheritance and enlightenment of this saint? Otherwise, I will pass on all the talents of my shadow to you?"

"That's great, come on, senior, I will do my best to bear it." Ci Song bowed to Han Sheng's shadow.

"! My inheritance will be passed on to other students of the Fa School. Don't be too greedy, kid."

Han Sheng's shadow waved his hand, and Ci Song felt that he was trapped in a chaos.

A stream of talent surged from the starry sky and poured into Ci Song's body. These talents were almost overwhelming, so that Ci Song's body could not bear so much talent at all, and it turned directly into a ball of gray mist. These talents completely melted Ci Song's body, and then slowly permeated into his internal organs.

"Although your cultivation has reached the level of a Juren, it is still a little unstable. I can talk to you, so I will simply help you consolidate your foundation."

Ci Song's body seemed to be surging with waves, and the talent formed a huge vortex in his internal organs, constantly squeezing and grinding his internal organs, and this feeling only lasted for a moment, and then it subsided, the vortex disappeared, and the internal organs returned to normal, but there was an extra layer of talent spirit pattern around the internal organs.

"Huh!"

As the infusion of talent ended, Ci Song's body condensed from the gray fog again, but as soon as he recovered, Ci Song couldn't help but spit out a breath of black air, and then shook his head, and the black air was also shaken off.

"Huh! How do you feel now?" Han Sheng's shadow looked at Ci Song with some expectation.

"Thank you for the blessing given by the senior." Ci Song bowed to Han Sheng's shadow and thanked him.

"It's just a small favor. Remember to take back the words you wrote. They are useless to me."

Han Sheng's shadow waved slowly, and the golden words in the sky began to gather. Finally, an unnamed book was formed in Han Sheng's hand. He handed it to Ci Song.

"This book records all the words you just wrote. You take these words back and study them carefully. I believe it will be of great help to you."

"Yes!"

Ci Song took the book and held it in his left hand.

"Go back. If we are destined, I will see you in the fairyland."

Han Sheng's shadow waved to Ci Song, and Ci Song bowed to Han Sheng's shadow and said goodbye.

The next second, the scene in front of Ci Song began to change. The stars turned upside down, and everything fell into darkness. Ci Song himself seemed to merge with the darkness. When Ci Song came to his senses, he had returned to the ancient hall. The stone statue of Han Sheng still stood in the center of the hall without any change, as if everything he had just experienced was a dream.

But the book in his hand told Ci Song that this was not an illusion, and everything that had just happened was real.

"Hey, why is this book so similar to the "Tao Te Ching" that my teacher gave me?"

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