Chapter 400: Ci Song’s Question to the World

As time went by, the nine dragons began to slowly merge, their bodies began to intertwine, and a mysterious feeling appeared in Ci Song's heart. Ci Song quickly sank his mind into his body and began to concentrate on breaking through.

As time went by, the golden light on Ci Song's body became more and more dazzling, and the flow speed of the talent in the entire hall became faster and faster, until a certain moment, a strong golden light suddenly burst out from Ci Song's body, and the talent in the entire hall instantly became violent at this moment, as if it was going to devour someone.

"It seems that the talent in the hall is not enough for Song'er to break through."

Ci Qibai raised his hand and released more talent, directly transferring it into Ci Song's body.

Ci Song himself was suffering endless torment, because the talent that flowed into his body was not to help him break through, but to squeeze his body, as if to burst his body. Ci Song felt that his meridians seemed to be broken, and the severe pain made Ci Song couldn't help but cry out in pain.

A watershed in the early cultivation of scholars at the Jinshi level is that they must pass the Heaven and Earth Question before they can break through. However, before the Heaven and Earth Question comes, scholars need to endure the test of Heaven and Earth Talent to obtain the qualification to be asked by Heaven and Earth. The more talented a person is, the greater the pressure of talent he has to bear.

"Hu... Hu..."

Ci Song was panting heavily. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He looked very painful. The pain in his body was only secondary. What made him more painful was the torment in his sea of ​​consciousness. The talents that flowed into the sea of ​​consciousness turned into sharp sword blades, cutting Ci Song's sea of ​​consciousness madly, as if to crush his sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, those talents turned into stone tablets, standing in Ci Song's sea of ​​consciousness. There were many words engraved on each stone tablet. These words were like winding little snakes, twisting their bodies constantly and rushing towards Ci Song.

"Are the words on the stone tablet the poems I wrote before?"

Ci Song endured the pain and glanced at the stone tablets in his sea of ​​consciousness. After these stone tablets stood in Ci Song's sea of ​​consciousness, the poems on them flew out again and began to wander around in his sea of ​​consciousness. Whenever these words touched Ci Song's soul, Ci Song would feel a strong stinging sensation.

"Ah!"

Ci Song couldn't help but scream out in pain. He held his head with both hands, curled up on the ground, and trembled all over, as if he was in great pain.

"Song'er!"

Seeing this scene, Ci Qibai and Shi Yue were also shocked. They didn't expect Ci Song to suffer so much pain when he broke through the realm of Juren. When they broke through that year, although they were also in great pain, they were far less painful than Ci Song.

"Song'er, you must hold on!"

Ci Qibai didn't understand why Ci Song became like this, but he was helpless. If he forcibly interrupted it, it would cause irreversible damage to Ci Song. What he could do now was to continue to transfer more talents.

"After all, it is the misfortune brought by talent."

The voice of the old man in the Wenyun Orb came to Ci Song's ears, "My friend, you can only get through this level by yourself. If I lend a hand at this time, it will bury hidden dangers for the path you are practicing."

Then there was another burst of intense pain all over Ci Song's body, and his ears also heard the poems he had written before.

"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."

"The pen falls and the wind and rain are shocked, and the poem is completed and the ghosts and gods are weeping."

"The lotus leaves that reach the sky are endless and green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are particularly red."

"The flowers in the hall are drunk with three thousand guests, and the light of a sword chills fourteen states."

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The poems written by Ci Song and recognized by the world turned into talents that attacked him at this moment, constantly wandering around in Ci Song's body, constantly destroying every inch of Ci Song's meridians.

"Ah!"

Ci Song couldn't help but scream out again. He felt as if he was in a sea of ​​fire and swords. There were extremely sharp swords all around him, constantly rushing towards him, trying to cut his body into countless pieces.

"You occupy the body of another, take his name, and enjoy his blessings. Do you feel guilty about this?

A familiar yet strange voice reached Ci Song's ears. Before Ci Song could react, he found that the scene in front of him had changed. He first saw a child with a smile on his face playing carefree in the general's mansion.

Then the scene changed, and the child grew up a little, but his eyes changed completely. In front of outsiders, he was so arrogant and domineering.

He relied on his father being a general to oppress the people everywhere, rob women, and do all kinds of evil. The people dared not to be angry with him. The scene changed again, and he was alone in the room sobbing softly. Facing the wall, he stretched out his fingers and gestured back and forth on it, muttering, "The curse of the saint, even the saint cannot solve it. Should I continue to investigate? But my father only has me as his child. If I die, my father will really collapse. "

The scene changed again. This time, Ci Song saw a face that he was so familiar with that he couldn't be more familiar. At this moment, the child had become a handsome young man. The young man was sitting in the hall of Cuiyuan Building. His cheeks were slightly drunk and rosy. He was holding a woman who looked to be about 30 years old in his arms. The woman was full of smiles. She handed the wine glass in her hand to the young man, and then whispered to the young man: "General Ci, I am Jinniang from the Yin-Yang family. I am here to see you off on the orders of the elders."

As soon as these words came out, the young man's face suddenly changed. Just when he wanted to react, he heard the woman exclaimed: "General Ci, Jinniang is old and ugly. I'm afraid she can't spend the night with you."

The young man's heart trembled. He finally understood that this was a conspiracy against him. He wanted to shout and ask for help, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't even make the most basic sound. He couldn't use any strength in his body, as if he was drunk. He wanted to catch the woman, but he could only watch Jinniang easily evade his capture, and then watch himself fall powerlessly on the cold ground.

The crowd around was in an uproar, with disdain and contempt in their eyes. Amid the ridicule and whispers of the crowd, someone from the general's mansion came and took the young man back to the general's mansion, and he was put on the bed by the servant as if he was asleep.

Everything came to an abrupt end, and Ci Song heard the familiar yet strange voice again: "You occupied someone else's body, took his name, and enjoyed his blessings. Do you feel guilty about what you did?"

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