Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"What are you doing?"

Mo Yao immediately understood that she seemed to have made a bad decision. She should not have been greedy and went into the tea shop to drink tea. Now it was better, and she could not continue upward.

Seeing Mo Yao's reaction, Ci Song also confirmed his guess, "It seems like what I thought, after choosing a seat, there is no way to move forward."

"Brother Ci Song, I can't accompany you on the next journey. You can climb up by yourself. Senior Brother Bai Ye and my three senior brothers are all on top."

Mo Yao sighed helplessly and squatted directly on the steps.

"How about I stay here with you? Anyway, there are only a few people who can reach the 700th level." Ci Song said softly.

Ci Song didn't have a particularly strong desire to climb to the top, so he simply thought it would be good to stay here and accompany Mo Yao.

Hearing this, Mo Yao shook his head and refused, saying: "No! Brother Ci Song, you keep going up, you can't stay here!"

"Why?" Ci Song was very puzzled.

"No reason, just walk up until you feel you can't walk any further!"

Having said that, Mo Yao actually pushed Ci Song directly to the 701st level.

"Brother Ci Song, just keep going up. You are now shouldering my hopes for you!"

Ci Song, who was pushed by Mo Yao, almost didn't react. He stood on the 701st step, looking down at Mo Yao in red, his heart full of doubts.

"Yao'er, do you really want me to keep going up?"

"Go ahead, brother Ci Song. Brother Bai Ye, I've said it before. He's waiting for you up there." Mo Yao said with a smile.

"Then I'll go up and take a look first. If it doesn't work, I'll come down and stay with you."

"good!"

After saying that, Ci Song turned around and continued climbing up. Watching Ci Song leave, Mo Yao also returned to the tea shop.

Mo Yao poured herself a cup of tea and murmured to herself: "As long as brother Ci Song can get good results this time, then I will have the confidence to have a good chat with grandpa about my marriage to brother Ci Song. What? Five years' appointment. In five years, I will become an old witch. What if Brother Cisong doesn't want me anymore? "

Mo Yao's little plan was crackling. How could she not want Ci Song to stay here with her? But in order to marry Ci Song earlier, this short separation is nothing!

Ci Song on the other side quickly climbed to the 710th floor. There were actually three people sitting in the tea shop here, yellow, purple and blue. The Confucian robes of three different colors represented that they came from different academies. Among them , Ci Song saw an acquaintance.

The genius who was about the same age as him and was also a poet, was a student from Zigong Academy, Zhang Wuyan.

"Hey, someone can come here? He is still a student of Yan Sheng Academy. No, he looks about the same age as Junior Brother Wu Yan. He should be a scholar of Yan Sheng Academy."

Wearing purple Confucian robes, the student from Zeng Sheng Academy was the first to speak.

"Junior brother, please stay here. Do you know Gao's name?" a student from Zilu Academy asked.

"I have met two senior brothers, Ci Song." Ci Song saluted the two of them.

"Are you Ci Song?"

"Are you Ci Song? Ci Kuangsheng's son, Ci Song?"

After hearing Ci Song's self-introduction, the faces of the three of them were shocked.

"That's right." Ci Song nodded.

The student from Zeng Sheng Academy was the first to come to his senses, "My friend Zeng Xiangteng, I heard recently that the son of Ci Song Dynasty, a son of Ci Song Dynasty, has been dormant in the dark these years. Although he appears to be a child of a playboy family, in fact, he has been hiding his edge. Today, See, it really lives up to its reputation.”

But the student's words shocked Ci Song. How did he know that he was pretending to be a playboy?

"I have also heard about Junior Brother Ci." A student from Zilu Academy also said, "Xia Zhongqi, yesterday I saw some changes in the ranking of Qu Sheng's poem stele, and the name of Ci Song was ranked fifth on the list. Among them, this kind of talent can never be matched by ordinary people. "

Seeing that Zhong Qi and Zeng Xiangteng were so friendly, Ci Song quickly returned the greeting and said, "Two senior brothers are overly complimentary."

"Are you the Ci Song Dynasty blessed by Qu Sheng?" Zhang Wuyan walked out of the tea shop with a look of envy on his face.

"you know me?"

Ci Song looked at Zhang Wuyan doubtfully. He didn't seem to have anything to do with him, right?

"Your father Ci Qibai is still in the Zhongzhou General's Mansion?" Zhang Wuyan continued to ask.

"Yeah, I met him some time ago." Ci Song replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Wuyan's eyes showed a bit of fanaticism, "Really? In that case, I wonder if I can go to Daliang Zhongzhou City to visit him after the Wuyuan Tea Party?"

"Ahem, sure, of course. My father is quite a kind person. He shouldn't refuse others to visit him."

When they heard Ci Song's use of the word "harmony" as an adjective, the expressions of Zhong Qi and Zeng Xiangteng suddenly became a little strange.

They have heard about Ci Qibai's deeds from their parents since they were children. Ci Qibai became famous at a young age, with an extreme and public personality. Among his peers, he will always be the most dazzling existence. He is proficient in all kinds of poetry, lyrics and songs, and even his husband can do it. Impressed by his talent.

But such a genius made a huge mistake. Since then, he has disappeared from the sight of Confucianism. Such an arrogant person cannot be related to the word "harmony", right?

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ci." Zhang Wuyan looked excited, his hands trembled slightly, and he quickly saluted Ci Song.

"No need to be polite, my father would be very happy if someone could visit me."

Ci Song already understood that Zhang Wuyan in front of him must be his father's little fanboy. Just from his tone, Ci Song could hear Zhang Wuyan's heartfelt admiration and respect for his father.

"Since Junior Brother Ci is here, how about sitting at the same table with us?" Zeng Xiangteng took the lead in inviting.

"What you said, Junior Brother Ci Song must be thinking about going to the next level, how can you persuade him to stay?" Zhong Chang said.

Hearing this, Zeng Xiangteng explained: "Have you forgotten how many people are up there? I let Junior Brother Ci Song stay for his sake."

"That's right, I heard from my father that there are only two seats in the shop on the top of the tea mountain, and five people have already gone up. Let's not talk about who among the five people can compete for these two seats. Among the remaining three people, two must have to go down again and go to the tea shop on the 700th step."

"So, you said that I let Junior Brother Ci stay for his sake?" Zeng Xiangteng slowly explained the reason.

Zhong Chang finally reacted, "Hiss, what you said makes sense. Any seat that is occupied by someone else cannot be fought for by others. Although Junior Brother Ci is very talented, he is still too young and lacks experience. It is indeed a very good choice for him to stay at this level."

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