Jiang Ning's talent was very rich, but there was an indescribable murkiness to it.
The old banyan tree did not react when she saw Jiang Ning mobilizing her spiritual energy. She knew very well that if Jiang Ning wanted to kill her now, she would not even have the chance to retaliate.
Jiang Ning was too powerful. He was a supreme expert.
Those below the strongest were all ants. These words were not just for show.
Countless people pursued the ultimate, but it was too difficult to achieve it. It could also be said that it was almost impossible. However, once one achieved it, one would be invincible in the world and suppress everything!
"Why is his talent so turbid? It was as if it was composed of countless complicated talents.”
The old banyan tree did not understand, it was suspicious of Jiang Ning's talent.
The so-called turbid was not bad. Sometimes, turbid was even better than pure.
The old banyan tree had dealt with several Confucian experts and had also seen the talent of a Confucian Saint. However, it was the first time she had seen someone as turbid as Jiang Ning.
"Even if a person's talent has several styles, it should be from the same root. However, his talent is actually inextricably linked, and each strand can be independent.”
The old banyan tree could not imagine how this was done.
The cultivation of Confucianism was a process of reading and learning. Everyone's personality was different, resulting in different talents. Sharp, tactful, overbearing, restrained, cold-blooded, gentle, all kinds of talents. Some people would have several styles of talents at the same time, and when they mixed together, it would appear turbid. However, no matter how many types of talents a person had, they were ultimately born from the same root.
However, Jiang Ning's talent was an exception.
The famous poems in Jiang Ning's mind came from all over the world. There were poems from the Song Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, the Han and Wei Dynasties, Li Bai, Wang Anshi, Du Fu, and Su Shi. Therefore, Jiang Ning's talent was inextricably linked, and every thread could be independent.
The old banyan tree didn't know that Jiang Ning was a transmigrator, so naturally, he didn't know the reason why Jiang Ning's talent was turbid.
"Perhaps it was because of this that he became an ultimate existence.”
In the end, the old banyan tree explained in his heart.
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"W-what are you doing?!"
Seeing that Jiang Ning had used his talent, although the old banyan tree did not move, the village chief of the Desolate Village was stunned. He quickly stood up and protected the children behind him.
"Don't panic. He's helping me. He has no ill intentions. Take the children and retreat to the side first.”
The old banyan tree spoke to calm the village chief down.
"What?"
The village chief was shocked. He found it hard to believe that a stranger was helping the old banyan tree? However, he did not dare to be negligent. He quickly followed the old banyan tree's instructions and brought the children to the village entrance.
In the group of children behind the village chief, Huang Hao's eyes lit up. Unlike the other children, he could actually see Jiang Ning's talent.
"What kind of power is that? How spectacular! It seemed completely different from the rune power that Grandpa Village Chief had used.”
Huang Hao felt that it was very magical and looked at it very seriously.
On the other side, after Jiang Ning released a large amount of talent from his body, the surrounding Heavenly Dao energy immediately welcomed him.
Compared to the thickness of a bucket and the thickness of a bowl, the amount of talent that Jiang Ning had used this time could be described as an entire river. It was very spectacular and grand!
However, even if it was a River-level talent, it was still a drop in the ocean compared to the total amount of talent in Jiang Ning's dantian.
"It's about to begin."
Jiang Ning said softly. After adjusting her state of mind, she began to recite Bai Juyi's "Grass."
"The grass on the Li Li Plains withers and thrives every year.”
His voice wasn't loud, but as soon as he spoke, the surrounding scenery changed.
It was summer now, and the vegetation was flourishing. At this moment, all the plants in the area covered by Jiangning's spiritual energy seemed to be breathing. They were transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye. They withered, died of old age, sprouted new leaves, and flourished. Then, they withered, died of old age, and changed one cycle after another.
The flowers bloomed and fell in the blink of an eye!
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