"So the secret of breaking through the nine products is in this mountain of books??" Fang Yi opened his mouth and asked again, this was actually Fang Yi's guess, but in fact, Fang Yi knew very well, basically that's the case.

Otherwise, there is no need for Mr. Big to bring himself to this sea of books.

And the key thing is that Fang Yi climbed to the top of the Book Mountain before, and really entered the sea of learning.

"Hahaha, in the end, this sentence was set out." Mr. Big suddenly laughed at this point, but he didn't deny it, because it was the case itself.

The secret of breaking through the nine products is in this mountain of books.

……

"Well, I'd like to hear about it." Fang Yi spoke again.

"Fang Yi, do you remember what I just said, why can't a fifth Confucian and Taoist saint appear in this Fang Heaven and Earth?" Mr. Big asked again.

"Lack of talent." Fang Yi replied.

"That's right, it is precisely because of the lack of talent, if you don't have enough talent, you can't give birth to the Nine Rank Confucian Sage." Mr. Big smiled and said, "This is an unsolvable problem, and at the same time, it is also the way to solve all problems. ”

"Find plenty of talent??" Fang Yi spoke.

"Of course, finding enough talent is the key to solving all problems."

But when he said this, Fang Yi's heart suddenly moved, and then he asked: "Then what do you mean, even if Song Zhiwen obtained the skill of the dragon, and if that Yun Wuji obtained all the dragon fortune of Dali at that time and became a veritable true dragon emperor, would it be that Song Zhiwen still couldn't become a saint?" ”

Because, at the heart of the problem of all this, there is not enough talent.

Yes, not having enough talent means that even if Song Zhiwen has the skill of following the dragon, even if his background is so profound, even if he has been an eight-rank Confucian for many years, these are useless.

Because he didn't have enough talent to support his cultivation, Song Zhiwen couldn't break through the Nine Grades.

"I can't." Mr. Big gave a positive answer, of course all this is the case, Song Zhiwen could not break through to the ninth grade, the most fundamental reason is because of the lack of talent.

"Song Zhiwen is not so fateful." Mr. Big's eyes were cold at this time, and then he continued to speak: "And to be honest, Song Zhiwen can break through to the half-saint, which is beyond my expectations. ”

……

"Speaking of which, I can give you another thorough explanation, I am not optimistic that Song Zhiwen will become a Confucian and Taoist saint, so it is basically impossible for Song Zhiwen to become a Confucian saint powerhouse." Mr. Big said this, and then looked at Fang Yi: "Fang Yi, when I say this, can you understand the meaning of my words?" ”

Fang Yi's heart moved, and he was about to say something, but Mr. Big spoke first.

"That's right, because only I can create more talents, and I can help the Confucianism and Taoism powerhouses to promote and break through." Mr. Big looked at Fang Yi with a smile.

Fang Yi understood at this time.

He knew what Mr. Big meant, and finally understood why Mr. Big had such confidence.

"The core of the problem is still on this mountain of books." Fang Yi knew it at this time.

"Shushan is the last gift left to us by the master, no, to be precise, it is the penultimate gift, because the last gift is actually Xuehai." At this time, Mr. Big opened his mouth in shock: "The Book Mountain is actually a terrifying talent. ”

"So you can understand it in popular terms that the book mountain is a condensed to the extreme, and extremely powerful talent, it is a gift left by the master to Confucianism and Taoism, and if this book mountain is melted, enough talent can help Confucianism and Taoism monks to be promoted to the ninth grade."

"But the Book Mountain is a sealed treasure, even if anyone else knows what the Book Mountain is, they will not be able to unseal the Book Mountain at all, and naturally they will not be able to obtain the endless talents in this Book Mountain."

"And the descendants of our Master, who have the blood of our Master, are the key to unlocking these seals."

At this time, Mr. Big completely explained the secret of the nine products of Confucianism and Taoism.

"Since there are enough talents in the Book Mountain, the existence of Xuehai is ......" As both Shushan and Xuehai know, and climbed to the top of Shushan and entered the existence of Xuehai, Fang Yi has already understood the secret of Shushan at this time, so what about Xuehai.

According to Mr. Big, Xuehai is the last gift left by the master to Confucianism and Taoism.

……

"Xuehai, when you get to Xuehai, you will know." Mr. Big continued to climb the stairs and walked up step by step.

Fang Yi followed Mr. Na Da to the top step by step, and at this time, when he looked at the stairs they walked through the book mountain, he found that there were no steps, the whole world was a white and vast fog, that was a dense fog formed by the condensation of talents, those talents were extremely terrifying, rolling like a sea of clouds, this was completely countless, these talents were too much, and they were too terrifying.

"Speaking of which, you don't really need that." Mr. Big continued: "You have an amazing poetic talent, and you can create thousands of ancient poems. ”

"Those poems of yours can lead to the movement of the stars of literary songs, and then lower the talent, and even create the talent yourself." Mr. Big continued: "Theoretically speaking, you can rely on yourself to continue to create poems for the ages, and then you can continue to gain talent, so that you can still break through to the ninth grade without relying on the gift left by this master. ”

"No, no, no, Mr. Big said and laughed, where do I have so many ancient poems...... Fang Yi shook his head, and then spoke, but in fact, Fang Yi knew very well in his heart, if he said that he relied on those ancient poems, he didn't know that he was going to be able to do the year of the dog, and the talent brought by the ancient poems was limited, and it was impossible to say that there was infinite talent.

Now that I want to break through to the nine grades of Confucianism and Taoism, is it possible to do nothing else and write poems every day to gain talent?

What about funny??

Even if he said that he had to be forced to such a point, Fang Yi felt that it was not impossible, anyway, he had a lot of poems here, and he was not afraid of running out of things at all.

He can write poems one after another, and lift himself to the ninth grade.

But this is too difficult, Fang Yi doesn't need to be so difficult, what Fang Yi thinks about is very simple, just rely on how good this ready-made talent is in Shushan, why bother to cry and earn talent by yourself.

"Thank you, Mr. Big." Fang Yi looked at the book mountain at this time, and couldn't help but say a word of thanks.

This time, the ladder above the book mountain has become a sea of talents, which means that the key of Mr. Big has played a role and began to help Fang Yi unlock his talent.

So at this time, Fang Yi naturally wanted to thank him.