Chapter 528: Mr. Jian's Request, Poems in Old Age, Backlash of Talent

Ci Song did not choose to accept the Chengying Sword immediately, but asked Mr. Jian, "Sir, you are here today, it is impossible just to give you the sword. Is there anything you need Ci Song to do?"

"Of course, I met you today to ask for poems."

Mr. Jian smiled and continued, "Of course, I will never trouble others specifically when asking for poems. You can write whenever you want, as long as you send it to me before I die."

"Mr. Jian, you are joking. What type of poems do you want?" Ci Song asked.

Mr. Jian stated his request, "I hope you can write a poem about old age."

"Poem about old age?"

Ci Song was slightly startled, but still nodded, and continued to ask: "Are there any other requests?"

"No other requests, I just want to see how a young man views old age, how he views and understands time and years."

Mr. Jian's tone was a little emotional, "When I was young, I had lofty ambitions and wanted to sacrifice my life for the people of the world. I also had a group of like-minded friends around me. We used to venture together and work hard for our ambitions together, but in the end we all lost to time. "

"Among them, some dedicated themselves to the heavens, died on the battlefield when they were young, and their bodies were forgotten by history books. Some compromised in order to survive. Some people, with excellent talents, reached a bottleneck in the realm of literature and Taoism in the first half of their lives, but because there was no hope of breaking through, they gradually lost their way and forgot their original intentions. "

"And I, although I have talent and have achieved the realm of literary masters, I spent the rest of my life in the Confucian book forest. "

"Everyone will have a youth and will have lofty ambitions, but in the end, we all lose to time, and I am just a person abandoned by time. "

Mr. Jian's tone gradually became a little confused, "But If someone asks me if I regret it, I will answer that I don't regret it. "

"Time has changed many things, but time has also proved many things. In the end, I still lost to the secular world and chose to become an escapee."

Speaking of this, Mr. Jian shook his head gently and chuckled: "I have said too much. It seems that I am really getting old. I used to hate listening to old people talking about the past, but now I have become so nagging, which is really annoying."

Ci Song smiled when he heard this and said: "Ci Song likes elders to talk about the past the most, because the past is the best proof of time and people's The courage to embrace the future. "

Mr. Jian's worries were swept away and he smiled happily, "You are right. Although you are young, you understand my heart. It seems that I came to find you today and I found the right person."

"Then I will not bother you any more. Goodbye."

Mr. Jian was about to get up and leave. Ci Song saw this and immediately stopped Mr. Jian, "Sir, please stay. Ci Song's poems have not been written yet. You are leaving now. How can I let you go empty-handed?"

After that, Ci Song turned to look at Shi Yue and said, "Uncle Yue, please prepare paper, pen and ink for Ci Song."

"Okay, young master." Shi Yue nodded and left the hall.

"I heard from Guitu that you never think when you write poems, and you often write poems out of your mouth. Is that "Drinking" written by you?"

Mr. Jian showed some curiosity on his face. Although he knew that Yi Guitu never told lies, he still had some doubts. He felt that these things were too incredible and unbelievable. After all, there are many conditions for writing poems, and they are different.

Some people need to have good wine to accompany them when they write poems, some people need to have beautiful scenery to appreciate when they write poems, and some people need to have a confidante when they write poems. But no matter what the conditions are, they all require corresponding scenes, not imaginations of the brain. How can a young man write poems out of his mouth?

"Ci Song has a good memory, so writing poems is not that difficult."

While talking, Shi Yue had prepared everything, put it on the table, and began to grind ink. Ci Song walked to the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the rice paper, writing dozens of words without any pause.

When Ci Song finished writing the last word and just picked up the pen, the originally calm air in the hall seemed to be ignited, and the talent instantly became manic, sweeping every corner like a storm. The invisible force surged like a huge wave, constantly squeezing Ci Song's body, as if to crush him, devour him, and merge with him.

The scene in front of Ci Song also became blurred and distorted, and the color became strong and deep, as if he had completely merged with the talent and became a part of the world. There was an indescribable breath in the air, with both the ink fragrance of books and the trembling of the soul.

And he was about to be dragged into the endless abyss by this force.

"Is this, talent backlash? What kind of poem did this kid write? It actually attracted the talent of heaven and earth to devour it?"

Mr. Jian instantly sensed the strange breath, and saw him raise his hand slightly. In the palm of his hand, a magnificent emerald green talent bloomed quietly like the vitality of spring. This emerald green aura was as crystal clear as jade, exuding a vibrant breath, penetrating the chaotic aura in the hall and enveloping Ci Song entirely.

This talent is like an indestructible barrier, completely isolating Ci Song from the violent talent in the lobby. It is like a towering dam, standing in the center of the storm, protecting Ci Song in the safest position. Wrapped in the emerald green talent, Ci Song seemed to be in a quiet oasis, isolated from the noise and chaos of the outside world.

However, although Mr. Jian was able to solve the backlash of external talent, the riot of talent in Ci Song's body was like a violent beast, constantly tearing at his meridians and soul. This kind of riot can only be calmed by Ci Song himself.

Just when Mr. Jian was worried about whether Ci Song could survive the backlash, Ci Song opened his eyes and showed a puzzled expression, "How come this talent backlash is over so quickly?"

However, when he saw the emerald green talent lingering around him, he immediately understood everything, "Thank you Mr. Jian for your help. However, this time the backlash of talent from the outside world will probably take a long time to calm down, so I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Jian."

"It doesn't matter, I have to take responsibility for this matter. I forgot that you write poetry in ink. If you write a really good poem, it will cause the talent of heaven and earth to backlash."

Although Mr. Jian appeared calm on the surface, he was already shocked in his heart, especially Ci Song's sentence "How come this talent backlash is over so quickly", which shows that Ci Song must have been backlashed by talent more than once or twice. Seeing Ci Song's relaxed and carefree appearance, it is obvious that he is very familiar with it. =

"This child is a genius who is more talented than his father!"

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