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

"Ci Song, come with me." After saying that, Ning Ping'an turned around and left.

Mo Yao, who was beside Ci Song, shouted: "Grandpa Ning, can I follow?"

"what ever."

"Hehe, Mr. Ning is such a nice person." Mo Yao's smile became even wider.

"Brothers, please chat first, and I will leave first."

Ci Song saluted the other students present and left the place together with Mo Yao.

The students from Yan Sheng Academy also gathered around Bai Ye and left the square, while Zhou Shan and the dozen or so Lu Academy students who followed him were stunned in place.

Especially Zhou Shan, Ning Ping'an's words really scared him. He had indeed seen his ancestor at the Zhou family's ancestor celebration ceremony, and also noticed that his ancestor had lost his

The thumb of the right hand and the little finger of the left hand, but I didn't expect that all of this was Ning Ping'an's handiwork.

My ancestor is now more than 1,300 years old, and he has broken through to the Half-Saint level as early as 600 years ago. According to this calculation, the ancestor's injuries can only be severed by Ning Ping'an during the Half-Saint period. Then Ning Lao Has your cultivation reached the level of Half-Saint long ago?

On the other side, Ci Song and Mo Yao followed Ning Ping'an all the way to a small courtyard, where the master was already sitting.

"Here we come, sit down." Seeing the three of them arriving in the small courtyard, the master pointed to a few stone benches on the left and motioned for them to sit down.

Ci Song responded respectfully and sat on the stone bench opposite the Master with Mo Yao.

"Hey, why haven't I received a good seed after so many years? Ci Qi Bai and Yan Zheng decades ago, and today's Ci Song and Bai Ye, you brothers really deserve to die."

The master turned to look at Ning Pingan, his tone full of regret.

"Your character and attitude are too cautious, and you have too many worries." Ning Ping'an said, "Take Yan Zheng as an example. Back then, you thought that Yan Zheng was a concubine with unhealthy blood, so you did not accept him as your direct successor."

"Well, I don't know what I was thinking back then. Nowadays, the world has changed, and family background is no longer the basis for measuring talent like it was back then. It's just that I woke up too late."

The Master sighed with emotion: "Now the Great Zhou Dynasty has shown signs of decline. Although the seven kingdoms are easy-going on the surface, they will one day go to war. At that time, the rituals and music will inevitably collapse again, and the world will be in ruins. Maybe it will lead to the next war. The battle of avenues.”

"Ping'an, do you think this world will be peaceful?" Ning Ping'an raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance without saying a word.

"Ci Song, you were provoked today. Do you have any resentment in your heart?" The master turned to look at Ci Song.

Ci Song lowered his head and said, "This disciple doesn't have any resentment yet."

"To have such a character is somewhat similar to that of your father."

The master waved his hand, and then said: "I came here this time to let you participate in this cultural battle."

"Master, my cultivation level is low. Is this a literary battle...?"

Ci Song wanted to refuse, but he heard the Master say: "Your father also participated in the Literary War when he was a scholar. I hope you can participate too. I don't force you to get good results. I just hope you can feel the differences between literati in advance. Fighting atmosphere.”

"Master, since you said so, then I will participate." Ci Song nodded.

The master showed a smile on his face, turned to look at Mo Yao, and said: "Okay, Yao'er, you can take Ci Song to rest. The humble house at the top of the mountain is where Ci Song's father lived. You can take Ci Song to rest." Let him go."

"Good teacher."

Ning Ping'an nodded slightly, Ci Song and Mo Yao stood up and left.

After the two of them left the small courtyard, the master was still sitting on the stone bench, tapping his fingers on the stone table, "Oh, I know you are blaming me for not protecting Qi Bai back then, but I also considered it for Confucianism and Taoism. Now Da Zhou It’s no longer the great Zhou Dynasty it used to be. The seven kingdoms have begun to target Confucianism and Taoism. Qi Bai’s actions will inevitably affect the world’s destiny. I do this to protect Confucianism and Taoism.”

Ning Ping'an raised his head and looked at the Master, "When Confucius became a saint, he could obviously monopolize the talents of heaven and earth and make all things belong to Confucianism and Taoism. However, Kong Sheng did not do this. He just attributed his own Confucianism and Taoism to heaven and earth. To be recognized by heaven and earth, rather than to steal the power of heaven and earth.”

"Since then, all the ways in heaven and earth can become saints, and Confucius has also been hailed as the teacher of all saints by future generations. All those who have become saints will worship Confucius."

"Hey, don't say it anymore, I already regret it." The master looked at Ning Ping'an and said, "I'm old and scared."

Ning Ping'an didn't say anything. He knew the Master's character very well and knew that the Master rarely said the word "regret" when doing things. Now that he had shown regret, it was hard for him to say anything more.

"Okay, let's just treat this conversation with you today as an old man like me complaining."

The master stood up, patted his clothes, turned around and left the courtyard.

Ci Song on the other side followed Mo Yao on the path leading to the mountain top of Xueshan Mountain.

While Mo Yao pulled Ci Song forward, she chatted with him about Ci Qi Bai's past.

"Uncle Ci's real name is considered taboo in today's Confucius and Saints School. Except for the Master who dares to call him by his first name, everyone calls Uncle Ci by the name of Ci Kuangsheng."

"Do you know the specific reason?" Ci Song asked.

"I don't know the specifics. I only know that the direct descendants of Kong Sheng in the college have a lot of resentment towards Uncle Ci. If Brother Ci Song's teacher hadn't been Mr. Ning, I'm afraid trouble would have come to him a long time ago." Mo Yao replied truthfully. .

"The school building where Uncle Ci lives has been closed for a long time, and no one has lived in it for a long time."

Mo Yao brought Ci Song to the top of the school mountain and walked into an ancient school building. Ci Song looked up and saw a plaque hanging on the door of the school building. The words on it were covered with dust.

Mo Yao pushed open the door and took Ci Song into the school building.

The school building was not large, with only one bedroom, a study, and a living room. The tables and chairs in the living room were covered with dust. Obviously, no one had cleaned them for a long time.

Mo Yao pointed to the bedroom on the right, "Uncle Ci lived in that bedroom back then. Since the teacher asked you to stay here for one night, he must have wanted you to get some of the literary luck that Uncle Ci left here."

As soon as Mo Yao entered the bedroom, she felt that her eyes were full of dust. She covered her nose, took out a handkerchief from her arms, wiped the tables and chairs, and sat down at the table.

"It's still early, I'll have someone clean up, you can come and live here after they've finished cleaning, how about that?"

Mo Yao looked at the dusty room, took out a sky-blue jade pendant, and then transmitted a message: "My humble home at the top of the mountain needs to be cleaned, please send a few bookboys to clean it."

Ci Song paced around the room, and suddenly, his eyes stopped on the pen holder on the desk, where a bamboo slip was placed.

He walked over and picked up the bamboo slip, which had four big characters written on it - Ci Qi Bai Ji.

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