Listen, listen well, is this what people say?!

Gu Hongliang's face was about to twist into a muggle, and he said, "Little brother, we know that you are powerful, but do you know what the Nine Dao Talent Qi Inscription means?"

"Oh, I don't know, let's hear it!"

If it weren't for Ke Ling's presence, the four of them almost couldn't control their emotions and wanted to beat Yang Yun up, they didn't know how to pretend to be a wool, they didn't even know what the talent inscription meant, and they dared to say anything "just nine ways", this pretending to be forced has to have a limit.

"Brother Gu, don't get excited, let me say," Seeing that Gu Hongliang's whole person was about to twitch, Wu Xingsheng hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder to appease him, and then said: "This so-called talent inscription symbolizes talent, but it is already very eye-catching for ordinary people to be able to condense a talent inscription after completing a work, if a work is completed and can condense three talent inscriptions, it means that this person is not simple!"

"Wait, wait-" Yang Yun said suspiciously, "You mean that making a poem and making a word can also condense the talent inscription?"

"Of course we can't, this refers to those who enter the Tao with literature or painting. ”

Yang Yun was entangled in his heart, "I don't understand a little, since it is a practice, why do you have to enter the Tao with literature and enter the Tao with painting, isn't it the same as ordinary people?"

"Ahem, little brother, what do you care about this, in fact, there are those who enter the Tao with (refining) Dan, and those who enter the Tao with music theory, all kinds of things, but in the end, they all end up in the same way, but if you really want to talk about it, it is all a minority, and it is orthodox to enter the Tao with martial arts!"

After understanding and understanding, Yang Yun put aside this topic and returned to the norm, "Continue to talk about what I just said, what does the Nine Dao Talent Qi Inscription mean?"

"Little brother, you are really strange, sometimes it feels like you know everything and can do everything, but sometimes it feels like you are no different from the wild monkeys that come out of the mountains, you don't know anything at all, this feeling is really strange!"

"Stop talking nonsense, what does the Nine Dao Talent Qi Inscription mean?"

"Ahem," Wu Xingsheng said with a straight expression: "Take poetry as an example, the three paths show extraordinary talent, if you can condense the four to six paths, then this person is definitely a coquettish person in this field, if you can condense the nine paths, needless to say, it is definitely a great god level!"

After hearing this, Ke Ling looked at Yang Yun with affection, and wrote, "Brother Yun, can you condense the Nine Talents Inscription?"

"Yes, of course I can, who said I can't, don't say nine ways, I will condense eighty-one for you!"

Really, I never thought that Ke Ling's lethality was so great, the long and trembling eyelashes, the beautiful eyes full of expectation and tenderness, and the flawless and delicate face, unconsciously made people proud.

And as soon as she heard this, Ke Ling was even happier, not only hugged her arms tightly, but also snuggled up her whole body tightly.

Oh my God, what a killing!

Yang Yun sighed very emotionally, if it weren't for the person hiding in his heart, I'm afraid that his blank paper would have fallen a long time ago. But even so, I felt my heart pounding and beating violently, and I couldn't suppress the excitement at that time.

"Little brother, you are, you still want to condense the nine talent inscriptions, I know that you want to behave in front of Ke Ling, but don't blow this cowhide too much. ”

"That is, although we have been imprisoned for hundreds of years, to tell the truth, in the past 10,000 years, no matter what kind of poetry and songs, the highest one I have heard is just to condense the seven talent inscriptions, and you still want to condense the nine realms?!"

"Little brother, don't say that we hit you, there is still a fundamental difference between talent and talent, no matter how high your understanding is, without that talent, you will definitely not be able to write a good article, right?"

Being said like this by several people, Yang Yun suddenly realized a problem again.

"I want to ask, according to the requirements of the Immortal Emperor, the Nine Dao Talent Inscriptions must be condensed, if I have talent, but I don't enter the Tao with poetry and songs, does that mean that I have no chance?"

"No," Tan Tong replied: "The Immortal Emperor used to be a person who condensed the Nine Dao Talent Inscriptions, since his divine thoughts have to test his poetic talents, when you choose to accept the test and stand in front of the Chaos Array, it is actually equivalent to acquiescing that you are entering the Tao with literature at this moment, and under the assessment of his divine thoughts, if you have talent, you will definitely condense the talent inscriptions!"

"Really?"

"Nonsense, it's not like I haven't heard of this kind of thing before, it's just that who has the pervert of the Immortal Emperor, and dares to ask for the Nine Dao, don't you want to inherit it, don't you want to inherit it, it makes a bunch of people feel weird, and you just don't let you eat it!"

"I think there must be something wrong with the psychology of this Immortal Emperor, don't listen to the rumors of elegance, in fact, my heart has long been distorted. ”

"Yes, yes, he did it on purpose, in fact, he just wanted to show off his talent in front of future generations, absolutely so!"

Well, these people started to can't eat grapes again, saying that grapes are sour!

Speaking of which, in the end, several people threw the topic directly on Yang Yun.

"By the way, I haven't asked you, little brother, do you know poetry?"

"Yes, Brother Yun, do you know poetry?"

Not only the four asked, but Ke Ling also asked.

And Yang Yun is in a dilemma at the moment.

Do you do? Apparently not. However, if I have read 300 poems of the Tang and Song dynasties, if this is used to copy them, is it considered my own in this different world? If I recite a poem and then tell others openly that I did it myself, will my conscience hurt, and will I feel ashamed and embarrassed?

"Brother Yun, it turns out that you were coaxing me just now, obviously Keling wanted to listen to Brother Yun to make poems. ”

After Ke Ling finished writing, her expression was full of loss, looking at her like this, as a man, she felt so painful in her heart.

"Don't worry, actually...... Actually, I'm still half-a.knew!"

Gu Hongliang gave Yang Yun a roll of the eyes.

"What half will not be, will be will, will not be no, what does this half mean?"

"Little brother, don't talk about it, the inheritance of this immortal emperor and old thief has nothing to do with us, let's just come to see the excitement today, I think it's better to go back and play chess!"

"That's right, it's better to go back to the lower prison and ponder your chess skills, it's a pure waste of time here. ”

Seeing that the three of them were leaving, Yang Yun was also very helpless, didn't he see that Ke Ling wanted to cry when she was sad now. I blamed myself for blowing some cheating before, but now it's okay, a good girl's tears are about to fall. In the past few days, I have been served a lot of good food and drink, and it is not a sin to make Keling sad.

"You all come back to me, in fact, this is the case," Yang Yun said this, and at the same time, a sense of shame spontaneously arose, "That, I haven't told you, in fact, I have obtained the talent inheritance of poets, immortals, saints, ghosts, demons, poets and others in my dreams......"

Before the words were finished, Gu Hongliang and the four of them almost didn't spit on Yang Yun.

"Little brother, you just got it in heaven, and you got it in your dreams, when we were three-year-olds!"

"Let's go, don't listen to the little brother's rumors, and what are the poems and fairy poems, why don't you call the god of poetry yourself!"