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

Hearing Zeng Xiangteng and Zhong Chang's serious analysis and advice for him, Ci Song couldn't help but feel a little grateful in his heart, "Thank you for your advice, I still want to go up and take a look. If I really can't reach the top, I will return directly."

"Okay, then we will no longer stop you. I wish you can reach the top." Zeng Xiangteng said.

Zhong Chang also added: "If you can't bear the pressure, don't force yourself. You are still young and there will be many opportunities to reach the top in the future."

"Thank you, senior brothers." Ci Song saluted the two and climbed up again.

"The three direct disciples of Confucius Academy, plus Bai Fengzi from Yansheng Academy, and Duanmu Qingcang from Zigong Academy, the five people are already competing for seats fiercely. Now there is another Ci Song, and the competition is probably even more exciting." Zeng Xiangteng said excitedly.

"Yes, Duanmu Qingcang and Bai Ye, these two people's talents can obviously become the direct disciples of Confucius Academy, but for various reasons, they stayed in different academies. Their talents are stronger than the three people in Confucius Academy, but sometimes luck is needed in this tea party." Zhongshang spoke slowly.

"It's none of my business, so I don't worry about it. Come on, brother Zhongshang, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Today, I finally have some free time. I'll toast you a cup."

Zeng Xiangteng poured a cup of tea for Zhongshang, and the two drank a cup of tea. Zeng Xiangteng continued: "I think the original intention of the Five Colleges Tea Party was to strengthen the exchanges between the students of the Five Colleges, so that the Five Colleges can maintain a good relationship."

"Alas, it's a pity that the Five Colleges Tea Party should have been a grand event for the students of the Five Colleges, but now it has become a stage for the Five Colleges to show off their muscles."

Zhongshang sighed, and Zeng Xiangteng stopped talking. As for Zhang Wuyan, he was still immersed in the joy of meeting Ci Qibai, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Ci Song didn't know about the conversation between Zeng Xiangteng and Zhong Chang, and climbed up on his own. Since he stepped into the 715th step, he could feel that his body was under great pressure. His limbs seemed to be crushed by an invisible big hand, and his internal organs were as painful as being pierced by needles.

"Sure enough, this pressure is not something that ordinary people can bear. It's really too heavy."

Ci Song clenched his teeth and clenched his fingers. His white palms turned yellow due to excessive force. He was under great pressure and climbed up with difficulty.

But this pressure was indeed beyond his tolerance for him.

"If this continues, I will definitely collapse."

Ci Song knew in his heart that his talent was indeed very good, but he was only twelve years old after all, and his body was still developing. It was really too much to let him bear such a great pressure now.

"I just don't believe this." Ci Song growled. He felt a force surging in his body. He heard the sound of dragons and phoenixes. Then

there was a force in his body. This force quickly traveled through his body, making him feel as if he was injected with a powerful force. The originally unbearable pressure no longer posed any threat to him at this time.

The original fatigue and soreness on Ci Song's body had disappeared, replaced by a vigorous sense of power.

"Dragon roars and phoenixes cry. This dragon roar should be the dragon energy added when entering the ink. The phoenix cry is the blessing of Confucius' true phoenix. Their appearance at this moment, does it mean that under some high-pressure conditions, this dragon and phoenix cry can improve my talent?"

Ci Song didn't know much about these things, but the pressure on him had completely disappeared at this time, so he quickened his pace and rushed all the way to the highest point, the 720th step.

When Ci Song came to the 720th step, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he suddenly found himself outside a courtyard.

This courtyard is ancient and fragrant, with blue tiles and white walls, red lanterns hanging high, bluestone paving, and an old tree with lush branches and leaves in the middle of the courtyard, and it is unknown how many years it has grown.

"Is this the teahouse on the 720th step?" Ci Song said to himself. He looked up and saw five figures standing outside the teahouse. They were Bai Ye, Duanmu Qingcang, and the three disciples of Confucius Academy. Among these three disciples, one Ci Song knew, who was Brother Wu who had fought with him before.

"Junior Brother Ci, you are here as expected."

Bai Ye came to Ci Song excitedly, with a look of joy on his face.

"Senior Brother Bai."

Ci Song nodded and greeted Bai Ye, then looked at Duanmu Qingcang and the three disciples of Confucius Academy. Their eyes were all focused on the teahouse not far away.

Ci Song also immediately cast his eyes over. He wanted to see what was hidden in the teahouse on the 720th step.

But when Ci Song looked at the teahouse, his body trembled violently, countless images appeared in his eyes, and bursts of Buddhist sounds seemed to ring in his ears. His body seemed to be wrapped in an invisible vortex, which was about to swallow him.

Ci Song felt that his soul was pulled out of his body. He looked at his body and the back of the figure walking forward. The feeling of powerlessness and fear surged into his heart like a tide.

"What's going on?" Ci Song wanted to scream, but he found that he couldn't even scream. All his senses seemed to be deprived by the invisible vortex.

In a trance, Ci Song felt that he had come to a chaotic world. There was no time and space in this world, only endless chaos.

"Wake up."

Bai Ye's voice reached Ci Song's ears, and Ci Song suddenly woke up, sweating profusely at this moment.

"This... what on earth is going on?"

Ci Song stared at the tea shop, his hands clenched, and his white palms had turned pale.

The scene just now was too real, so real that Ci Song could not explain it with common sense. He seemed to have really entered an illusion, an illusion born from the heart.

"Junior Brother Ci, are you okay?"

Bai Ye looked at Ci Song, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"It's okay."

Ci Song took a deep breath and shook his head. Ci Song didn't understand what happened to him just now.

"It's mirage. Everything you experienced just now is just an illusion." Bai Ye on the side slowly said.

"How could this mirage appear here?" Ci Song was puzzled.

Bai Ye explained: "It should be the mirage dragon left by Confucius' mount in the past."

"So that's it." Ci Song nodded.

Then he began to observe the other four people standing outside the courtyard without moving. Ci Song found that although they had their eyes open, there was no light in their eyes, and they could even be said to be empty.

"What's wrong with them?"

"They have begun the final assessment, the final test from Lord Jianmo."

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