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

"When the Talent Banquet was first established, it was a stage for every student to show off their talents." You must have noticed that no one from Yan Sheng Academy has stood up so far, which makes people wonder whether they feel that such a grand event Not worthy of them. "

Zhou Ge's voice echoed throughout the banquet hall, full of provocation and disdain.

The students in other academies also began to whisper, "Oh, Zhou Ge didn't realize at all this time that what he just said has forced all the students in Yan Sheng Academy into a desperate situation."

"Yes, the current situation is already desperate for the students of Yan Sheng Academy. If they don't step forward to show their talents now, then they will never have a chance to prove themselves again."

"I think there will be something good to watch next."

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Zhou Ge's words made all the other students in the banquet hall focus on the students of Yan Sheng Academy. Others in Yan Sheng Academy looked disapproving. They had already started at the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party. Before, they had already thought about it. In previous years' talent banquet, Yan Sheng Academy had always received the lowest results. This time, they simply focused on the literary battle. This time, the talent banquet will be given to those with outstanding talents. The lyrics of Song Dynasty are enough for one person.

"This Zhou Ge is really an idiot." Zhong Qi, the son of the dean of Zilu Academy, was filled with disdain when he saw this scene. "Even if Yan Sheng Academy has a problem with our Zilu Academy, we can't openly target him. Did Zhou Ge lose his mind and forget my advice? "

Ning Ping'an also saw Zhou Ge's intention. He glanced at his disciple who was still hesitating to see when he would take the stage.

"Zhou Ge, you are a student sitting at the top of the seventy-second level. You just don't show off your talents. Instead, you are disrespectful. After you return to the academy, you will be punished to copy books in the bookstore and copy "The Analects of Confucius" a thousand times. ", the deadline is one year, do you understand?"

I saw Zhong Bo, the dean of Zilu Academy, speaking out. It was really embarrassing for Zhou Ge to provoke Yan Sheng Academy so openly, not to mention that it might arouse conflicts between the students of the two academies. If Mr. Ning was angered, Sir, the consequences are disastrous.

Although Zhong Bo is apparently the dean of Zilu Academy, he is only over sixty years old this year. In front of Ning Ping'an, he is not even considered a junior, but can only be regarded as a junior.

Regarding Ning Ping'an's deeds, he also learned from his father that hundreds of years ago, a declining Semi-Saint family offended Ning Pingan. After that, all the children of that family and three generations of blood relatives in the family were wiped out. The Semi-Saint family did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives. The Half-Saint Treasure from the family only wanted peace and safety and not to kill them all. However, this man was also a decisive person in the past. The treasure was collected, but the entire Half-Saint family was slaughtered by him.

"Although what this kid said is a bit harsh, part of it is reasonable. Ning Ping'an, at least one person from Yan Sheng Academy should show off the foundation of Yan Sheng Academy, right?" the master said to smooth things over.

"They got up whenever they wanted, and what did they have to do with me? But you, Zhong Bo, the disciples of Zilu Academy, are you all so rude?"

Ning Ping'an turned to look at Zhong Bo, the dean of Zilu Academy, with indifference in his eyes, "Do you think that with the emergence of a semi-sage ancestor from Zilu Academy, you can suppress Yan Sheng Academy?"

"Oh, it's just a half-saint. It's not like I haven't killed anyone before."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

Ning Ping'an's words are really too shocking. Half-Saints are already at the top of Tianyuan Continent. Today, in Tianyuan, the only remaining Half-Saints are not the living totems of their respective families. As long as they are still in the world, then their The family will never decline.

And Ning Ping'an actually said that he had killed a Half-Saint, so the biggest possibility is that he also broke through to a Half-Saint.

"Mr. Ning, it was Zhong Bo who failed to discipline him well. Please forgive me." Zhong Bo directly chose to give in and apologized to Ning Ping'an.

"Yan Sheng Academy was founded by Yan Sheng, one of the four great disciples of Confucius. Now a little student in your academy wants to influence the thoughts of the students in my academy. Does he regard himself as Yan Sheng, or is he talking about you? The academy compares itself to Confucius? "

Ning Ping'an's words were serious and did not save any face for the dean of the academy.

Zhong Bo, the dean of Zilu Academy, felt helpless when faced with Ning Ping'an's strong aura. In this world where strength is valued, Zhong Bo has long been accustomed to the law of the jungle. He knew that they could offend Yan Sheng Academy, but he couldn't afford to offend Ning Ping'an.

"Old sir, I understand."

Zhong Bo first saluted Ning Ping, then looked up at Zhou Ge, who was at the highest level, and slowly said: "Zhou Ge of Zilu Academy speaks arrogantly and disrespects the holy way. As the dean of Zilu Academy, I , hereby announce that the status of direct disciple of Zhou Gezi Road Academy will be abolished, the cultivation will be broken up, and the academy will be expelled. "

When Zhong Bo said these words, the eyes of other students in the entire banquet hall were focused on Zhou Ge, and Zhou Ge's face became pale.

"Dean, this..." Zhou Ge wanted to say something, but Zhong Bo didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Disperse!"

Zhong Bo just said the word "San", and Zhou Ge fell directly from the highest platform of the seventy-two steps to the ground like a deflated ball. Behind him, a bright light flashed, and Zhou Ge's figure completely disappeared. Disappeared in the talent banquet hall.

Zhong Bo turned to look at Ning Ping'an and asked in a low voice, "Old sir, are you satisfied with this punishment?"

Ning Pingan's eyes retracted from the place where Zhou Ge disappeared, and he stopped talking, as if he acquiesced to this punishment.

At the same time, in the entire venue, all the students present had changed their eyes when looking at Ning Pingan,

more fear and awe. Originally just a rumored figure, now standing in front of them alive, with just a few words, he made the head of a college abolish a direct disciple. Such majesty made them tremble with fear.

Not only the students present were shocked, but also Ci Song, who was Ning Pingan's direct disciple.

"Damn, the teacher is too handsome. Even if this person is the dean of Zilu Academy, he doesn't give him any face."

"Okay, Pingan, you are not a child anymore, and your temper should be a little bit smaller." The teacher came out to smooth things over again. As Ning Pingan's close friend, he was the only one who could say a few words at this time.

"The Talent Feast continues. Students of Yansheng Academy, I beg you to come out and show your talent. Even if it's just a formality, you won't be criticized by others in the future."

As the master said this, he looked at Ci Song and said, "Ci Song, you are the direct disciple of Mr. Ning and the chief of this tea party. If you are asked to show your talent, are you willing?"

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