Jing Xiong said a lot before asking, "Dare to ask the name of this battle word?"

This word is called mountain slope sheep? Tongshan nostalgia. ”

Chu He asked with some surprise: "This poem is a war word?"

Jing Xiong said with a solemn face: "It's definitely a battle word, I felt the power of this word before, and my luck has recovered a lot." ”

Chu He was indeed a little curious about the source of the literati's power, but he also didn't expect that it would actually come from literary works.

Still, he knew, there must be something mysterious about it that he didn't know.

If you can have such means and abilities to penetrate the world by reading poetry well, then on the earth, I am afraid that there are few people who are not immortals and supermen.

This hillside Yangtong Mountain is nostalgic, but it is one of the poems of Chinese language textbooks, and there may not be many who can memorize it backwards, but there are not 10 million bachelors who are familiar with it and can recite it, not 10 million but 8 million, but I don't see anyone who is familiar with this poem can call the wind and rain and drive the clouds.

He also chanted in a low voice a few times, but nothing abnormal happened, and Tianyan didn't see that his luck had changed, it was still the original twelve o'clock.

"Master Jing, you said that this word is a war word, why did I read it a few times but didn't feel any change?"

Jing Xiong laughed and said, "What do you think the war words are?

"If this is the case, wouldn't the scholar be able to recite the scriptures of the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Ancient Sages by heart, and make the scholars as numerous as dogs, and the great Confucians all over the place?"

He then explained: "The power of our literati comes from the classic words of the ancient sages, and we can also draw strength from poetry and songs, but power is by no means something that can be obtained at will. ”

"Even the most powerful war words fall into the hands of ordinary literati, who cannot comprehend and understand the meaning, and there is no difference between them and ordinary words. ”

Chu He was still puzzled: "Master Jing, in fact, I also have some understanding of the artistic conception of this word, why can't I still feel the slightest bit of power?"

Jing Xiong's face was straight: "Although war words and war poems are rare, from ancient times to the present, those ancient sages, hundreds of schools, as well as countless outstanding scholars and Confucians of various dynasties, and even some unparalleled talents, have left a large number of war poems and war words. ”

"Even if some of the classic sacred texts of the ancient sages are not obtained by ordinary literati, there are always pieces of words that are passed down, but I don't know how many literati students still can't get strength from them. ”

"Your question has to be explained from the most fundamental source of power of our literati. ”

Jing Xiong's expression became more and more solemn: "The source of our literati's strength comes from the True Words. Each true text and holy words have a powerful power, and only by mastering these true words can we summon the power of poetry and songs, as well as the classic works of the hundred schools of thought. ”

"In fact, when I recited the nostalgia of Yangtong Mountain on the slope before, I used the true words of the holy words, and I found that the poems contain the power to condense and restore luck!"

Chu He was a little frustrated when he heard Jing Xiong say this.

He originally thought that he could be a copyist, even if most of the literary styles of later generations were different from the poems and songs here, but in the history of two thousand years, I don't know how many great Confucian writers have emerged, and how many gorgeous chapters have been born.

Now he feels that he is a little naïve, there is really no free lunch in the world, even if there are thousands of good articles, they can't be used directly.

Jing Xiong looked at Chu He's depressed expression, although he couldn't think of what Chu He had in mind, but he also knew that Chu He was lost because the cultivation of the literati was not easy.

He smiled and said: "Little Brother Chu, you don't have to be disappointed, which literati doesn't need to practice hard, be familiar with the classics of the hundred schools of thought, study the meaning of the scriptures for many years, and practice the true words of the ancient sages, so that you can comprehend the power of the Tao of Literature?"

"Jing Mouguan's little brother is naturally intelligent, if he can study hard, he will definitely be able to cultivate literature and achieve great Confucianism in the future. ”

"Martial artists refine their bodies, literati cultivate their minds, they can only deliberately study, specialize, and comprehend the heavens and the earth, and then they can cultivate an indestructible literary heart, and finally the soul will not be extinguished, enter and exit the nine heavens, and travel in the sky!"

Having said that, Chu He asked with some reluctance: "According to what Master Jing said, it is necessary to practice the True Text and Sacred Words in order to summon the power of poetry and songs, so isn't it an ordinary student, and it is useless to make war poems and war words that have been passed down through the ages?"

Jing Xiong shook his head and said, "This is wrong!"

"Let's not talk about ordinary students, whether they can make such a hand-me-down war poem and war lyrics, just the war poems and war words themselves have extremely important significance!"

"You must know that the realm level of the literati, the magic spells, do not rely on their own literary strength alone, but more importantly, their luck! This is also the same level, the reason why the literati are often stronger than the warriors, because the literati can gather luck and exert the power of luck!"

Chu He's heart moved: "What Master Jing means is that once such a chapter is made, it will be able to spread to the world, be known to all the people, and gather luck?"

Jing Xiong nodded: "Exactly!"

"The cultivation of the literati is the most difficult to start with, if you can't comprehend the true words of the text, you can't really get in touch with the source of the literati's power!"

"Once you enter the Wendao, the role of this hand-me-down poem is immeasurable, and countless literati and scholars in the world, as long as they use the power of this hand-me-down war poem, they will think of who wrote the war poem. ”

"In this way, it is not a problem to educate all the people, gather huge luck, and in turn, promote the cultivation of the literati to improve their realm!"

Chu He exhaled, it turned out that making war poems and war lyrics was not really useless, but it was just useless for his current self.

In this way, the masterpieces in my memory can't be taken out casually.

At least you have to wait for yourself to repair the text again, master the power of the true text and holy words, and can play the role of war poems and words, and then take out these masterpieces and increase your literary name and luck to yourself!

Of course, even if you can't improve your combat power much, the name of the text alone is extremely important.

The Three Kingdoms is the most important name, and having this fame is similar to having an army of 100,000.

Liu Daer did not hesitate to worship Lu Zhi as a teacher, and he was also a registered disciple, in order to increase his prestige and fame. Liu Biao entered Jingzhou alone, and he was able to get the support of many high-ranking scholars, relying on fame.

Along the way, Chu He was not ashamed to ask, but he had gained a lot, Jing Xiong, a bachelor, was not in vain, he really had thousands of scrolls in his belly, and he was extremely rich in knowledge and experience, and he answered Chu He's questions in detail one by one.

Jing Xiong also has his own plans, since he can't be Chu He's teacher, at this time, it is a very good choice to get closer to Chu He.

He practiced the Book of Changes, could calculate the blessings and misfortunes, peeked into the heavens, and clearly saw that the purple clouds in the forehead of the Chu River were shrouded, and if he could grow up, he would definitely not be in the pool in the future.

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, what you have seen and heard along the way, has greatly touched Chu He, just as Chu He asked Jing Xiong about his cultivation, he passed through a mountain col, and suddenly, a group of strongmen came out.

Chu He was stunned in his heart, fixed his eyes, and was immediately overjoyed.

This roadblock strongman is led by his old acquaintance!

This time, there is really a way to heaven, and he doesn't go, and there is no door to hell to break through!