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

"In three days, there will be a literary battle. This time, I will not lose to anyone." Bai Ye clenched the Langhao pen in his hand and whispered.

Ci Song stretched out and said, "Oh, it's finally over. My mission is completed."

He had heard Bai Ye and other senior brothers say before that this literary battle would be left to these senior brothers, and Ci Song only needed to participate in the talent banquet.

"Brother Ci Song!"

Before Ci Song could recover, Mo Yao rushed directly into Ci Song's arms in front of everyone present. Ci Song was a little stunned. He didn't expect Mo Yao to be so proactive. He could only use it subconsciously. He hugged Mo Yao with both hands.

The students present looked at the scene with their eyes and noses, and all of them pretended not to see it, but there was a turmoil in their hearts.

In this banquet of talents, besides Ci Song, the one who attracted the most attention was Mo Yao. Needless to say, Ci Song's performance this time, everyone knew that there was another rising literary star in Yan Sheng Academy this time.

In addition to the Song Ci, Mo Yao also shined this time. Her Yao Qin music made everyone present bow their heads, and her talent was also matched by few others. Moreover, Mo Yao was not only outstanding in talent, but also extremely beautiful in appearance. Female students were rare, and female students like Mo Yao with both talents and appearance were rare.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh that Ci Song's good fortune was really beyond the reach of ordinary people. Mo Yao's hands were wrapped around Ci Song's neck. She raised her head, looking at Ci Song with a pair of spiritual eyes, her lips parted slightly, "Brother Ci Song, you are really amazing, I admire you so much." !”

Ci Song was immediately at a loss. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Mo Yao, there are so many people watching, shouldn't we pay more attention?"

Mo Yao smiled and said: "Brother Ci Song, I just think your performance just now was so amazing, I can't help it."

After saying that, Mo Yao gently let go of his hands, gently held Ci Song's shoulders, and said: "Brother Ci Song, Master said that after this talent banquet, he will go to Daliang Zhongzhou City, Master You’ve agreed to take me with you, and I think it’s time for you and my family to meet.”

Hearing this, Ci Song's face showed a trace of joy. He was naturally happy that Mo Yao could go home. "It's okay to meet, but you know my reputation. Mr. Mo doesn't seem to like me very much."

"Those are all misunderstandings. I will definitely be able to explain it to you when the time comes." Mo Yao vowed.

"Okay, then I'll rely on you to turn around my reputation." Ci Song smiled and stroked Mo Yao's head, his tone full of tenderness.

On the other side, the students from Yan Sheng Academy had all gathered around Bai Ye and Ci Song, and they were all celebrating their victory at the tea banquet and the talent banquet.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye, you and Junior Brother Ci Song are really good. If the dean knows that the first two of these tea banquets are from Yan Sheng Academy, he will be happy."

"That's natural. Our Yan Sheng Academy hasn't achieved such results for a long time."

"The four sentences that Junior Brother Ci said at this talent banquet are even more shocking. Such enlightening words come from the mouth of a twelve-year-old boy, Junior Brother Ci. It is really amazing."

"Senior Brother Bai Ye, Junior Brother Ci Song, you are all the pride of our Yan Sheng Academy!"

Bai Ye cupped his hands and said to everyone, "You classmates are so complimentary."

Ci Song also turned to look at the students and said to everyone: "Ci Song is just talking. As for the next literary battle, it still depends on your senior brothers."

"Junior Brother Ci, please don't be too humble."

After this talent banquet, other students at Yan Sheng Academy no longer looked down upon Bai Ye and Ci Song as before. They were truly proud to be associated with such talented classmates.

Just when everyone was immersed in such a joyful environment, a group of students from Zilu Academy wearing yellow robes came towards the direction of the crowd. The leader of the group came menacingly.

"You, Yan Sheng Academy, really don't know what to say. You have one Ci Song and one Bai Ye. Do you think you can win over my Zilu Academy with just the two of them?"

"This is Zhou Shan from Zilu Academy. Is he looking for trouble?" A student from Yan Sheng Academy recognized the leader's identity.

"Zhou Shan? I have heard of this name. Before Zhong Qi grew up, he was also the leader of the younger generation of Zilu Academy."

"I remembered that he was supposed to attend the last Five Academy Tea Party, but for unknown reasons, he missed it. Calculating his age, he should be twenty-nine, right?" Another person from Yan Sheng Academy The student sighed.

In addition to the age limit of over 15 and under 30 years old, the Five Court Tea Party also has another restriction. Generally speaking, each student can only participate in the Five Court Tea Party once. Of course, there are exceptions, that is, Ci Song's current scholar status, scholars can follow the academy to participate in the Five Academy Tea Party many times.

Scholars are generally used by the academy to train a new generation of leaders. After reaching the age of twenty, they can no longer become scholars and compete as formal disciples.

Take Bai Ye as an example. He is twenty-three years old this year. Before this tea party, he had participated in the Five Courtyard Tea Party twice as a scholar, so he is already very familiar with the process. And at the age of twenty-three, whether it is talent or Talents are at the peak of life.

And Zhou Shan, who came to stir up trouble, was once a scholar. He could have participated in the Wen Dao Competition at the age of twenty-four and become famous in one fell swoop. However, for some unknown reason, he did not participate in the last tea party, but participated in the competition this time. , he has been called the "eldest man" of the younger generation.

"Senior Brother Zhou Shan, you said something rude because you wanted to ask me for advice during the literary battle?"

Bai Ye spoke coldly. He had known for a long time that Zhou Shan and Zhou Ge were cousins, and they had a close friendship in Zilu Academy. Now that Zhou Ge was expelled from Zilu Academy for saying Ning Ping An, this person would definitely have a grudge against Ci Song.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Wei Shan said loudly, "Bai Ye, don't think too much of yourself. You are just a Jinshi who just broke through. Do you think you can really defeat me?"

"You'll know after you try it," Bai Ye said coldly.

"I'm not here to look for you, right? Bai Ye. I hope I can see you participating in this cultural battle. I do want to see how strong Mr. Ning's disciple is."

Zhou Shan turned to look at Ci Song, his tone full of sarcasm, "I hope Mr. Ning's disciple will not be a coward who is afraid of war."

"Whether my disciple is a coward or not, what does it have to do with you?" Ning Ping'an, dressed in black robe, appeared behind Zhou Shan at some point.

"Luoyang Zhou family, I remember that you still have a half-sage still alive. What's his name? I remembered, Zhou Ji, right?" Ning Ping'an's words seemed to come from Jiuyou. Although his tone was calm, the coldness was biting.

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