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

In the general's study, an old man was sitting opposite Ci Qibai, Ci Qibai's father, the general, reporting on Ci Song's actions today.

"Uncle Cuo, are you picking up Bai Xunle? How could Ci Song stay in the library all afternoon? With his temperament, it is difficult for him to sit on the chair obediently." Ci Qi Bai sighed. He took a breath and said to the old man.

"Sir, I did this with my own eyes. I watched the young master enter the library and sit there all afternoon." The old man named "Uncle Cuo" replied.

Hearing this, Ci Qibai stood up suddenly, his face changed, and his usual calmness and elegance suddenly disappeared: "Uncle Cuo, what do you think Ci Song was doing in the library?" Suddenly he was startled: "He couldn't set a fire. Bar?"

"No, I have to go to the library to take a look. There are many precious books in it. We can't let him destroy it." Ci Qibai was about to leave, but the old man stopped him.

"Master, if the young master really did something excessive, I would have stopped him. He really went to read a book today.

The old man smiled, stroked his beard, and said to Qi Bai.

Ci Qibai was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears. That lawless, overbearing and indulgent son could actually read a book for an entire afternoon?

"What kind of books is he reading?" Ci Qibai asked, "Could it be... erotic pictures?"

Hearing this, the old man laughed loudly and said: "The boy has experienced so much in daily life, why does he need to read erotic pictures? What the boy read was "Zuo Zhuan", "Guoyu" and "Warring States Policy", which are all history books. The young master seems to be very interested in historical events."

"Historical events? Could it be that this boy has suddenly enlightened and wants to use history to ink and realize his talents?" Ci Qibai said in surprise.

"This is also a good thing. If the young master can really wake up and study at the age of twelve, it is not too late. If he can reach the state of enlightenment before the age of fifteen, then he will at least be able to refine his mind in the next few decades." The old man said with a smile.

"Uncle Cuo, don't comfort Qi Bai. I knew a thousand words at the age of three, memorized ancient poems at the age of five, read the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of seven, and was proficient in poetry and songs at the age of eight. My father said that my qualifications are the best among all poets. The best in the past hundred years. Even so, it was only when I was nine years old that I truly realized the existence of talent and reached the state of enlightenment through poetry. "

"And Ci Song has learned nothing in the past twelve years. You just want him to reach enlightenment in three years. You think too highly of him."

Ci Qibai sighed. In his opinion, as long as his child senses the existence of talent in his lifetime, he can burn high incense.

In the next few days, Ci Song began his life of two o'clock and one line. He got up early and went to the library to study. He read all day long, and even had lunch directly in the library.

At night, he would go directly back to his room to rest without going anywhere. Ci Song's behavior was absolutely abnormal in the eyes of people in the mansion.

Ci Qibai always cared about the books Ci Song read, but found that his children read many miscellaneous books, not just history books, but also

All kinds of miscellaneous books, everything. Ten days have passed, and Ci Song is like this every day, which makes Ci Qi Bai a little uncomfortable. He originally thought Ci Song was only hot for three minutes, but he didn't expect that his persistence would last for ten days.

During these ten days, even at night, the lights in Ci Song's room stayed on all night. He didn't even know when his son took a rest, but that was fine. He originally thought Ci Song was just messing around, but he didn't. Thinking that he is actually studying hard, is this son of his really going to get enlightened?

At this time, Ci Song had roughly understood everything about this world, including information about "talent" and the world's cultivation system.

The cultivation methods of this world are very complex in Ci Song's opinion. If you really want to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you must first "enter the ink".

The meaning of "entering ink" is to use the skills of literati to stimulate one's own talent, and talent is the bridge for literati to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth.

The most common way of "engaging in ink" among literati in the world is mostly based on the "six arts", that is, etiquette, music, archery, chastity, calligraphy, and mathematics. Because most scholars can practice the six arts, these six arts are also exposed to. At most, it has become the way for most people to stimulate their talents.

Of course there are others, such as using history to ink, painting to ink, and the rarest of all, using poetry to ink.

He is Qu Yuan, a famous person who could often be heard when Ci Song was in Blue Star.

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

"I took a long breath to cover my tears, and mourned the hardships of the people's lives."

The song "Li Sao" shocked the world. In this world, Qu Yuan and others relied on this poem to break through several realms. In just three years, he went from being a basic "poet writer" to becoming a saint. Shatter the void and soar into the fairyland.

"I didn't expect Qu Yuan in this world to have such a happy ending. It's a pity that future generations will miss a Dragon Boat Festival and a few days of vacation. It's really pitiful."

Ci Song looked at Qu Yuan's deeds and murmured in his heart.

Suddenly he realized something. He seemed to have a bunch of Tang poems and Song lyrics in his mind. If he wrote down a poem, could he "put it into ink" directly?

Ci Song raised his head and said to the manager of the library not far away: "Uncle Yue, please help me get a pen and paper. I want to write something."

"Okay, Master."

The middle-aged man directly handed the four treasures of the study on his desk to Ci Song, "Master, if you don't mind, use mine first."

"Okay, I'm just writing something, as long as there is paper and pen."

Ci Song naturally took the wolf-hair brush from the middle-aged man, spread a piece of rice paper on the table, and began to write a poem.

"I don't see the ancients in front of me, and I don't see the future in the future."

"Thinking of the vastness of the world, I am alone and shed tears."

Ci Song's brushstrokes are very beautiful, solemn and upright, majestic and full. This is the result of his practicing Yan style with his own father since he was a child.

Yan style is a font created by Yan Zhenqing, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. It is square and dense, with light horizontal strokes and heavy vertical strokes. The pen is strong and round, and the momentum is solemn and majestic.

This is "Song of Climbing the Youzhou Tower" by Chen Zi'ang, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is also one of Ci Song's favorite poems, and this poem is very consistent with the situation of Ci Song's time traveler.

When his brush dropped the last word, he felt a sense of Qi in his body. This sense of Qi surged in his body like a trickle, and then his body was instantly enveloped by golden light, and then the poem he wrote actually floated up.

Then the characters on the rice paper actually separated from the paper in an extremely mysterious way and slowly merged into his eyebrows. Ci Song only felt that his brain was roaring, and his whole brain was like a light, and it was instantly clear. He could feel that there was an extra Qi in his body, which began to flow slowly in his body.

Then he clearly felt that the words he wrote actually condensed in his sea of ​​consciousness and turned into a golden light. . . . .