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

Before Ci Song could react, the man's right arm grew again, and the next second, the severed arm turned into a leaf of tea and flew into Ci Song's palm.

"This is part of my true body. I can use it to make tea, which can make the dead alive and produce flesh and white bones. This can be considered a reward from me."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, his voice like morning bells and evening drums, as if it contained some kind of great sound that people could not ignore.

Ci Song held the tea in his hand blankly and put it into his jade pendant.

"The chief position has been decided, let's see the battle for the second position."

The man in green robe waved, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. At this time, Ci Song unexpectedly found himself sitting in the courtyard. In the white night, Duanmu Qingcang and three direct disciples stood outside the tea shop, their eyes still blank. appearance.

"The seats will be decided soon, please wait for now." The middle-aged man appeared silently, sat down next to Ci Song, and said softly.

Ci Song replied politely, "Okay."

At the same time, in the environment experienced by the other four people, they all passed the first test without exception. Now each of them is facing the same emerald green giant as Ci Song. The test of the dragon.

The images of the five of them are not as understated as Ci Song's, because they are facing green dragons with the same cultivation level as them. Whether it is strength, dragon size, coercion, or attack level, they are stronger than them. What Ci Song faced was more thrilling and intense.

Each of the five of them suffered varying degrees of injuries. Among them, the three direct disciples of Kong Sheng Academy were the least injured, followed by Duanmu Qingcang, and the most seriously injured was Bai Ye.

At this time, Bai Ye's whole body was stained red with blood, and there were wounds everywhere on his body from the green dragon's claws. There was a deep wound on his left leg, and there was also a wound on his right arm that was deep enough to show the bone. As for the left arm, it has long since disappeared.

Despite this, Bai Ye's expression remained strong, because the emerald-green dragon he faced was even more miserable. The dragon that was supposed to be domineering and powerful had now been covered with wounds by Bai Ye and others. The entire huge body was densely covered with wounds. Green blood flowed from the wound.

"Roar!!!"

The green dragon let out a loud roar, and whipped its huge tail towards Bai Ye.

Bai Ye stretched out his blood-stained right hand, used his finger as a pen, and wrote the word "Zhen" in the air. The bloody word turned into a bloody light and shot straight towards the green dragon.

"boom!!!"

The green dragon's huge tail suddenly hit the blood glow. The blood glow shattered, but the power of the green dragon's tail whipped Bai Ye away.

"Ahem!"

Bai Ye spit out a mouthful of blood and once again dyed his robe that had been dyed crimson. He raised his hand and waved, writing the word "kill" again. This time, the word "kill" he wrote did not turn into blood like before. A streak of blood penetrated straight through the green dragon's body.

"Roar!!!"

The green dragon let out a shrill scream, but Bai Ye turned a blind eye and continued to write the word "kill".

Every word "kill" written by Bai Ye carries a strong killing intention. These killing intentions are condensed into essence, as if they turn into invisible sword lights, cutting the green dragon's body.

The originally arrogant emerald green dragon began to collapse under Bai Ye's attack. The green scales on its body were peeled off by Bai Ye's "kill" word. Its body was constantly broken, and green blood spattered everywhere. And out.

The words "kill" kept flying out of Bai Ye's hands one after another, leaving new wounds on the green dragon's body.

Until, the green dragon finally could no longer make any sound, and its huge body swayed in mid-air before turning into a line of blue smoke and dissipating.

"It's over. This chief position finally belongs to me, Yan Sheng Academy." Bai Ye's face remained expressionless, as if he didn't feel any pain.

The middle-aged man appeared at the right time, "Exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting for lives. I remember you, the little scholar who didn't hesitate to die five years ago."

Bai Ye dragged his remaining body and saluted the middle-aged man in front of him, "It is Bai Ye's honor to be remembered by Senior Silence. Unfortunately, Bai Ye's practice was still shallow five years ago, and he ultimately failed to pass this second test."

In Bai Ye's view, the reason why he failed the test five years ago was not because of his lack of talent, but because of his weak will.

"The way of books has always been endlessly changing."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly. He looked like a broken arrow and appeared in front of Bai Ye instantly. His hands flew around him like catkins, and powerful forces gathered on Bai Ye.

Bai Ye felt warm all over. The injury was completely healed, and the broken meridians were also repaired.

"The truth of the book is not about your age, but your heart. You have excellent foundation and your future is limitless. However, your obsession is too deep."

"Bai Ye is able to persist so far because of his obsession." Bai Ye replied.

"That's all."

A green light shot out from the center of the middle-aged man's eyebrows and went straight into Bai Ye's eyebrows. "This is the handwriting of Zi Xia, one of the three thousand disciples of Kong Sheng. It is not an exaggeration to consider this as a secondary reward."

"Second seat? Has someone passed before me? Who is it? Duanmu Qingcang?"

Before Bai Ye could respond, the scene in front of him suddenly happened. Bai Ye found himself in the courtyard, sitting next to Ci Song.

Bai Ye immediately looked outside the courtyard and saw that Duanmu Qingcang and the three students from Kongsheng Academy were still in the illusion, but he had completely regained his clarity and was sitting in the tea garden with Ci Song.

Ci Song saw Bai Ye suddenly turn into a white light and appear beside him, and realized that Bai Ye had passed the test.

"Brother Bai, congratulations on passing the test." Ci Song bowed and saluted.

"Brother Ci? Could it be that this chief is you?" Bai Ye was stunned.

He never expected that the chief position would be Ci Song, and he didn't expect that Ci Song passed the test before him. It's not that Bai Ye looked down on Ci Song. He recognized Ci Song's talent very much. It's just that Ci Song is only a boy now. Normally, he should not have been exposed to war poems, so the probability of passing the second test is not high.

"Brother Bai, I knew you would pass the test before the four of them."

Ci Song has great trust in this Brother Bai. After all, he has been with him for so long, and Ci Song has heard a little about his talent.

"Born in a poor place", "refused to be accepted as a disciple by the master", "a strong contender for the strongest among the younger generation of the Five Academy", "the hope for the future of literature", all kinds of bUffs are stacked up. If Ci Song had not traveled through time, I am afraid that the most dazzling person of this era would still belong to his senior brother Bai Ye.

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