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

"Mo Yao, you'd better tell me the rules of civilized combat. This murderous combat sounds too violent and is not suitable for an elegant person like me."

Mo Yao was amused by Ci Song's words. She covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Okay, then I will tell you the rules of literary warfare."

"Literary battles are somewhat similar to ring battles. Generally speaking, there will be a defender standing on the ring to defend the ring, and then other academies can send students to compete."

Hearing this, Ci Song asked curiously: "Then whoever stands on the ring in the end will be the winner?"

Mo Yao chuckled and shook his head and explained: "Of course not. The final winner is determined based on the number of wins of each academy student. Every time a student from another academy is defeated, it can be counted as a victory." Ci Song Diandian Head, he thinks this setting is quite interesting.

"These are some rules of literary warfare. Of course, there are some specific details. You need to really participate in them to understand." Mo Yao said. "Then is this literary battle limited to the competition trial among academy students?" Ci Song asked.

"Of course not. As long as one academy initiates a challenge, the literary battle can be upgraded to a murderous battle." "So casual?" Ci Song said in surprise. "Yes, after all, if one party is humiliated in the sparring trial, it is possible that in the subsequent killing battle, the civil war will be upgraded to a killing battle due to the resentment in the heart."

Ci Song secretly said: "This rule seems to be to protect every student from life threats, but in fact it lays a thunderbolt for every student. As long as there is resentment in the heart, it is possible to step on this thunderstorm and destroy yourself." and others to death.”

"Brother Ci Song, you have to be careful. The Zhou Shan we saw today doesn't seem to be a good person. If you meet him in a literary battle, it's not an exaggeration to admit defeat." Mo Yao warned.

After hearing this, Ci Song smiled: "Don't worry, I won't step on that thunder."

"Yeah." Mo Yao nodded.

The two chatted for a long time, and it was not until late at night that Ci Song returned to Xueshan's humble residence. At this time, the room had been tidied up spotlessly. Not only had the bedding been replaced with new ones, but even the four treasures of the study were new and unopened.

Ci Song was lying on the bed, a little unable to sleep. He was thinking about what Mo Yao told him during the day: "To put it bluntly, this literary battle is a stage for the academies to show off their muscles. It would be okay if it was just that. After all, Han Chuang has studied hard for so long, and it is a good thing that he should have a stage to show himself. But the scary thing is that if the students participating in one academy are not strong enough, other academies may use this opportunity to suppress other academies. Even worse, it escalated into a murderous battle, directly cutting off the hope of two generations of the academy."

"No wonder Senior Brother Bai and other senior brothers looked like they were looking forward to death before they came.

This literary war, for these academies, is simply a war without gunpowder.

Logically speaking, this literary battle should be a competition that both sides can control, but what Mo Yao said today made him feel that this literary battle is more like a big gamble, and it is a gamble with no winner. .

Ci Song thought in his mind: "If this is true, then this literary war will be a disaster for the academy. If one mistake is not made, the fate of the entire academy will be affected."

"If you want to turn a disaster into a favorable situation, you must first ensure that you will not become a victim in that murderous battle. And if you want to ensure that you will not become a victim, you must ensure the strength of yourself and the college. It seems that I will "It is a very correct decision to give Kong Sheng's calligraphy treasures as a gift to Brother Bai." "

Soon Ci Song fell into sleep and had a dreamless night.

In the next few days, Ci Song clearly felt that the atmosphere in Kong Sheng Academy had changed a lot. There was almost no interaction between the four colleges. Even if students from both sides met, they pretended not to see each other.

This atmosphere lasted until the start of the Wen Dao War. The students from the Fourth Academy gathered under the huge platform in front of the Caiqi Building. Ning Ping'an and the three deans stood on the platform. They were all waiting for the Master's arrival. Master Zhu personally announced the beginning of the civil war.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. I have gained some insights in the past few days, so I am a little late. I hope you can forgive me."

I saw the Master wearing linen clothes and straw sandals, walking toward the crowd. From Ci Song's perspective, the Master had only walked a few steps, but had already arrived in front of the students from hundreds of meters away.

"Hey, how can there be no spectator seats in this literary battle?"

As the master spoke, he wrote the word "seat" with his finger. The next second, a huge bamboo frame appeared out of thin air around the high platform. There were cotton pads on the bamboo frame, making it very comfortable to sit on it.

"It's done, please take your seats." After the master finished speaking, the students from the four colleges sat on the bamboo frame one after another.

When Ci Song sat on the bamboo frame, he felt that it was very soft and comfortable. Sitting on it was not bumpy at all, and the height of the bamboo frame was just right, allowing him to see everything on the high platform clearly.

Bai Ye, who was sitting next to Ci Song, smiled and explained: "This bamboo frame and cotton pad should have been written by the master with literary style. Now one of the master's books should be unrivaled in the world."

"Are these written in a literary style?"

Just when Ci Song was surprised, Master stood in the center of the high platform, facing the students, and said: "I will not do some tedious procedures. I announce that the literary battle begins!"

As the voice spread, the Master, Ning Ping'an, and the other three deans disappeared at the same time and appeared on the five seats at the highest point of the bamboo frame.

At the same time, the leader from Confucius Academy, named Kong Liang, walked onto the platform, "Yan Sheng Academy won the first place in the Talent Banquet. The guardian should be the students of Yan Sheng Academy. Please send students to the stage."

"Guardian? It should be another name for the defender, right?"

Before Ci Song came back to his senses, Bai Ye beside him stood up and jumped onto the platform. He slowly took out the wolf hair brush that Ci Song gave him, and white talent emerged from his body.

This is completely different from his usual image. On weekdays, he gives people the feeling of a warm jade, but at this time, he is more like a sword out of the sheath, with a fierce momentum. Bai Ye is wearing a white Confucian robe and holding a wolf hair brush, like a white swordsman holding a sword, standing proudly.

"What? Yansheng Academy actually sent Crazy Bai to the stage? Are they crazy?"

The students from the other three academies all looked incredulous when they saw Bai Ye on the stage.

"What is Yansheng Academy doing? What should we do if Crazy Bai comes to the stage?"

"Is it a new tactic? Or do they have a new back-up?"

"Whether they have a back-up or not, I won't go on the stage anyway. Who dares to fight this madman?"

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