Chapter 764 The Reason Why the Self-Illumination Lamp Fails, the "Consequences" Of Suppressing Talent

Bai Ye looked at the lamp in front of him, his eyes full of confusion and confusion. He held the body of the lamp with one hand and tried to inject his own talent into it, but there was no response from the lamp. , as if it has completely lost its effect.

"What's going on?"

Bai Ye frowned. He didn't understand why the lamp that illuminated himself had no effect on him.

"Um?"

Chen Xintong looked in Bai Ye's direction, also showing a trace of doubt, but she figured everything out in an instant.

He turned his attention to the direction of Yan Sheng Academy and said to Ci Song: "Ci Song, come on stage, take the lamp from your senior brother's hand, and continue the trial."

When Ci Song heard this, although he was confused, he still walked onto the trial platform obediently and took the lamp from Bai Ye's hand.

The moment Ci Song's hand held Zhaoji's lamp, a dazzling brilliance burst out from Zhaoji's lamp. On the trial stage, another "Ci Song" was slowly emerging.

"Let go first."

Seeing this scene, Chen Xintong's voice came out again, and Ci Song also let go of the lamp and put it back on the ground.

"this……"

Bai Ye looked at Ci Song on the trial stage with an even more confused look on his face. He looked at Chen Xintong and asked, "Master, why is this?"

"A born saint, with a clear mind and no regrets, you naturally don't need to face another self."

Chen Xintong's voice sounded faintly: "In other words, your heart is pure and innocent, and everything you do is worthy of your heart. With the ability to illuminate one's own lamp, there is no way to copy another you."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Your heart is clean. Even if the self-illumination lamp can reflect the fear in your heart, there is no fear, guilt, or uneasiness at all in your heart. That's why the self-illumination lamp will be extinguished."

Chen Xintong looked at Bai Ye and spoke slowly: "Although I have heard of this kind of situation, this is the first time I have seen it. I have to say that you are excellent."

As soon as Chen Xintong finished speaking, all the students around him showed shocked expressions. They looked at Bai Ye with astonishment in their eyes.

They didn't expect that Bai Ye could reach such an extent, that he could even make the lamp that illuminated him useless.

"Thank you, Master, for your compliment."

Bai Ye bowed his hands in salute, and then his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

"The trial continues, Ci Song."

Chen Xintong didn't look at the direction Bai Ye left and shouted to Ci Song on the trial stage.

On the trial stage, Ci Song also started his own trial.

I saw Ci Song holding the illumination lamp again, and then the figure of another "Ci Song" began to condense. Compared with other students, the speed at which the shadow of "Ci Song" condensed was much slower. This The shadow condensed for nearly an hour before it finally showed the appearance of Ci Song.

Seeing this scene, Ci Song turned his head to look in the direction of Chen Xintong and asked, "Master, what is going on?"

"Hiss, you and Brother Bai Ye really gave me a big surprise. If you two were born in Tianwaitian, I can't even imagine what achievements you will have now. It's a pity that today's young Tianwaitian Most of the generation is a waste of money.”

Chen Xintong's words did not conceal the ridicule towards Tianwaitian students, and then he explained: "Although your heart is firm, it is still covered by dirt, shortcomings, and fears, but compared to ordinary people, But it’s like the difference between the sea and the stream.”

"There is only one reason why this situation is happening now, and that is that you are deliberately suppressing your talent, and you know this very well in your heart, so you deny yourself much more than ordinary people, which also leads to your The difficulty of the trial will be several times, even dozens of times, that of ordinary people.”

As soon as Chen Xintong finished speaking, he saw that another "Ci Song" had been condensed. He was wearing a dazzling golden robe, his clothes were fluttering in the wind, and behind him were golden poems intertwined like stars. Flashing like this, it released an indescribable majestic pressure that instantly enveloped the entire trial platform in a solemn and depressing atmosphere.

The temperament displayed by "Ci Song" is in sharp contrast to the real Ci Song himself.

Ci Song gives people the impression that he is easy-going, modest and gentle, and his behavior shows the style of a humble gentleman, which makes people feel close to him.

But the "Ci Song" in front of him was like an emperor descending from the nine heavens, exuding unquestionable domineering and strength. Every glance seemed to penetrate people's hearts, revealing the unique majesty and inviolability of the superior.

"Ci Song" looked at Ci Song in front of him, frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Is this the only state you have now?"

"Ci Song"'s voice was full of disappointment, and the eyes looking at Ci Song were also full of contempt.

"This, isn't this right? Why is it that the other self that each student faces is at the same level as his own, while the one I face is at a higher level than me?"

The corner of Ci Song's mouth twitched twice, because he clearly sensed that the cultivation level exuded by the "Ci Song" in front of him had reached the level of a great Confucian scholar, while he was only at the Hanlin realm, facing a realm higher than himself. As for "himself", Ci Song really couldn't think of any chance of winning.

"Because you are deliberately suppressing your talent, while the other person in front of you is completely releasing his talent without any suppression. In your perfect state, if your strength is not weaker than him, why should you suppress yourself? Where’s your talent?”

Chen Xintong's voice sounded faintly, explaining to Ci Song why the "Ci Song" in front of him was a great realm higher than him.

"Still like this?"

Ci Song heard this and showed a bitter smile on his face. He looked at the "Ci Song" in front of him, and his heart was full of helplessness.

"Let me see what is supporting you not to fully release your talent."

"Ci Song" just finished speaking, and he began to recite poems.

"In the past, there was a madman, who called you a banished immortal."

"The pen fell and the wind and rain were shocked, and the poem was completed and the ghosts and gods cried."

"From then on, the reputation was great, and it was lifted in one day."

"The literary talent is special, and it must be passed down."

As "Ci Song" finished reciting, the vision of poetry appeared, and the talent lingering around him was like the dawn, suddenly bursting out, gathering into an endless and brilliant Milky Way, hanging above the imaginary sky, dazzling, like the most dazzling star trajectory in the night sky, spanning the sky, stretching to the distance, boundless.

And "Ci Song" also appears more majestic and domineering under the reflection of the golden talent. At this moment, "Ci Song" has transformed into an extraordinary immortal, surrounded by indescribable majesty and domineering. He stares at all this quietly, with a deep insight into the vast sea of ​​​​Ci in his eyes, and seems to be indifferent and detached to the fact that all things in the world are just ants.

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