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

Chapter 298: Han Sheng's inheritance, completing the foundation, unnamed book

"call!"

Immediately afterwards, the gray fog suddenly swept away all the words. The wind stopped and the fog stopped, and Ci Song's sight returned to the previous starry sky scene.

"How is it?" Han Shengxuying 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 even think about lying to me. I think you have memorized everything, right?" Han Shengxuying's tone was somewhat teasing.

"Nothing can be hidden from senior."

"Hahaha, you are honest and admit it directly. Yes, you are very good. In that case, I will test you. You will use your memory to copy down the Legalist classics I passed on to you."

"good."

Ci Song did not refuse, and nodded directly in agreement. 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 scripts he knew. Therefore, Ci Song could easily write down all the words.

"Righteousness refers to the affairs between the king and his ministers, the difference between father and son, the difference between knowing and making friends, and the difference between internal and external relations."

"Etiquette is the reason for appearance and affection, the article of righteousness between people, the friendship between king and minister, father and son, and the reason why the noble and the humble are distinguished from the virtuous and unworthy."

"If you have a country and then perish, or if you have a body and then suffer disaster, it cannot be said that you can have a country and protect your body. If you can have a country, you will be able to secure your country; if you can protect your body, you will be able to live your whole life. Then it can be said that we can have a country and protect our body.”

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

I don't know how long it took before Ci Song wrote down all the words he saw. During the writing process, Ci Song seemed to merge with Han Fei, becoming Han Sheng himself. He could clearly feel that Han Sheng wrote " When he wrote "Gu Ang", he was indignant towards the ambition to update the law; when he wrote "Speaking of Difficulties", he speculated on the monarch's thoughts; when he wrote "Treacherous Robbery and Murder", he was indignant at the sinful behavior of the traitorous ministers, as well as Han Sheng's many opinions on contemporary Confucianism. Criticism of thought; elaboration of the rule of law when writing "Xian Xue"; and inference on the law of governing the country when writing "Five Worms".

"call!"

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

"How about it?"

"For some reason, this junior seems to have experienced what Han Sheng did along the way, and also seems to 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, Ci Song felt like he was in another world.

"How much can you understand?"

"About 70%."

"Seventy percent is already very good for a Confucian student who has rarely been exposed to Legalism. Some time ago, a little guy came here to take the test. That kid was extraordinary. I saw in him that I There is hope for the rise of Legalism, but it is a pity that that child was not born in Korea, otherwise Korea could last at least a thousand years. "

Han Shengxuying smiled and shook his head.

"The person the senior mentioned is Yingtian?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Hey, do you know him?"

Han Shengxuying was slightly startled, but he didn't expect Ci Song to actually know Yingtian.

"My father was his teacher."

Ci Song did not avoid anything and directly talked about the relationship between Yingtian and his father.

"Sure enough, there is always a subtle connection between geniuses. Although this child Yingtian is far less talented than you in literature and art, his future achievements will definitely amaze the entire Yuanyuan." Han Shengxu Ying didn't say much, 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 gain the inheritance and enlightenment of this saint? How about I transfer all the talents of my phantom to you?"

"The relationship is good, come on, senior, I will try my best to bear it." Ci Song said to Han Sheng's shadow.

"! My inheritance will be left to other Legalist students. Don't be too greedy, kid."

Han Sheng's shadow waved his hand, and Ci Song felt like he was falling into chaos.

Streams of talent came from the land of stars and poured into Ci Song's body. These talents poured in almost overwhelmingly, so that Ci Song's body could not bear so much talent at all, and it turned into a ball of ashes. Mist, these talents completely melted Ci Song's body, and then slowly penetrated into the internal organs.

"Although your boy's cultivation level has reached the level of Juren, his cultivation level is still a little unstable. Since I can talk to you, I will simply help you solidify your foundation."

Ci Song's body felt like waves surging, and the talent formed a huge vortex in the internal organs, constantly squeezing and grinding the internal organs. This feeling only lasted for a moment, and then it calmed down, the vortex disappeared, and the internal organs recovered. It's the same as before, but there is an extra layer of talent spirit patterns around the internal organs.

"call!"

With the end of the injection of talent, Ci Song's body once again condensed from the gray mist. However, 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 also Being shaken off.

"Phew! How do you feel now?" Han Shengxuying looked at Ci Song with some expectation.

"Thank you for the blessings, senior." Ci Song thanked Han Sheng Xuying.

"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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