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

"Brother Duanmu, if you do this, others will secretly make up stories about you."

Ci Song naturally understood the interests involved, so he reminded Duanmu Qingcang.

"Make up stories? How can a mere rumor hurt me? Besides, everything I do is from my heart, and I don't care about other people's opinions."

"If anyone is dissatisfied, let's fight, and I, Duanmu Qingcang, will take over."

Duanmu Qingcang, as his name suggests, is majestic and domineering. He exudes an innate self-confidence and arrogance, as if there is nothing in the world that he can't solve.

When Ci Song heard this, an indescribable pride emerged in his heart. Seeing such an upright person, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration for Duanmu Qingcang in his heart. No wonder Brother Bai Ye was willing to be friends with him.

Offstage, the students watching were also shocked by Duanmu Qingcang's words and deeds. Most of them admired his pride, while some students thought he was too arrogant, and some even looked down on him.

However, no matter how others view him, Duanmu Qingcang doesn't care. He is a madman in the world, and his behavior is naturally wild and unrestrained. If he cares about other people's opinions, then what is his name Duanmu Qingcang?

Then Duanmu Qingcang stepped down and returned to his seat. His fellow apprentices also came over and hurriedly asked this senior brother about Ci Song's strength.

"Although Ci Song is a scholar, the sword just now is not something that ordinary candidates can take. If I hadn't broken through to Jinshi some time ago, I might have been seriously injured. Yansheng Academy has Ci Song, and Yansheng Academy is enough in the future."

Hearing this, the students around were all shocked. Duanmu Qingcang was such a proud person. Apart from Bai Fengzi, the only student in the four major academies who could be praised by him was Zeng Xiangteng. Even Zhongsang, who received the true teachings of the sub-sage, was not taken seriously by Duanmu Qingcang. There was no other reason. A person who received the true teachings of the sub-sage was still a candidate. As the only one in the four major academies who had not yet broken through to Jinshi, Duanmu Qingcang really looked down on him.

And Duanmu Qingcang's words today were enough to show that Ci Song's talent had been recognized by him.

Then, Duanmu Qingcang turned to Zhang Wuyan who was sitting next to him and said, "Wuyan, it seems that Ci Song will become the object you have been pursuing in the future. It is a blessing to be born in the same era as a genius."

"Brother, I will try my best to catch up with Ci Song and strive to surpass him in the future." Zhang Wuyan answered firmly.

"Okay, Wuyan has such an ambition, and he will become a great man in the future." Duanmu Qingcang stroked Zhang Wuyan's head and praised him immediately.

Ci Song on the stage has recovered at this time. He found that although the battle with Duanmu Qingcang just now consumed a lot of his physical strength, his own talent did not consume much, only half of it, and he recovered quickly. This made Ci Song very puzzled. He had just released such a powerful attack, why didn't he consume much?

Ci Song has just started fighting. He doesn't know that this is the biggest advantage of literati who use poetry to write. The power he gets from reciting war poems does not come from his own talent, but from heaven and earth, so what is consumed is naturally the power of heaven and earth.

This is also one of the reasons why the combat power of people who use poetry to write is far superior to those who use the six arts to write. The talent of the world is endless. As long as the war poems recited by the literati who use poetry to write are strong enough, they can obtain endless power. The talent cultivated by people who use the six arts to write is limited. In addition, they consume their own talent when they attack, so they are naturally much worse in endurance.

However, Ci Song cannot fully understand the advantages of writing poetry to write. After all, he has not experienced enough battles, and his understanding and application of war poems are far from enough.

At the same time, a voice came from the seats of Zeng Sheng Academy below the stage, "Since that's the case, let me see the sword of Junior Brother Bai Ye."

Hearing the sound of a phoenix, Zeng Xiangteng, wearing a purple Confucian robe with a phoenix embroidered on his body, appeared on the stage.

"Junior Brother Ci, we meet again." Zeng Xiangteng smiled and saluted Ci Song.

Seeing this, Ci Song immediately returned the greeting and said, "Hello, Senior Brother Zeng."

"Zeng Xiangteng? He actually took the initiative to go on stage?" Dongfang Qingcang showed a trace of surprise on his face. He looked in the direction of Yansheng Academy and found that Bai Ye also showed a trace of surprise on his face.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother, can't this Senior Brother Zeng go on stage?"

Zhang Wuyan was a little curious. He had chatted with Zeng Xiangteng in the tea shop on the 710th floor and didn't find anything special about this Senior Brother Zeng. Why did his senior brother get nervous instead?

Duanmu Qingcang waved his hand and said, "Of course he can go on stage, but I didn't expect him to take the initiative to go on stage. It seems that Ci Song is really interesting. Even this 'uncompetitive phoenix' can't restrain himself."

"Uncompetitive phoenix? Is this what Senior Brother Zeng called him?"

"Of course."

At the same time, Zeng Xiangteng on the stage had already chatted with Ci Song, "Junior Brother Ci, I just want to see your swordsmanship, and please use all your strength to fight."

"I will do my best, Senior Brother, please show mercy." Ci Song saluted.

"Of course."

As he spoke, a red talent burst out from Zeng Xiangteng's palm like a flame, and there was another phoenix cry. The talent condensed into a fiery red phoenix feather longbow, which was held in Zeng Xiangteng's hand.

"Junior Brother Ci, please."

Zeng Xiangteng smiled slightly, signaling Ci Song to attack first. Ci Song did not act pretentiously. He condensed a blue-gold long sword again and attacked Zeng Xiangteng directly without any hesitation.

A blue-gold sword light instantly cut through the sky and slashed towards Zeng Xiangteng.

Zeng Xiangteng pulled the longbow in his hand slowly, and a red arrow condensed on the longbow, flew out of the string, and went straight to the blue-gold sword light.

"Bang!"

After the two collided, the blue-gold sword light instantly dissipated into nothingness. At the same time, the longbow in Zeng Xiangteng's hand shook again, and the arrow instantly turned into dozens of small arrows and flew towards Ci Song.

"What a fast arrow speed." Ci Song said inwardly, and hurriedly recited the poem "Presenting Qian Shangfu" again, "Three thousand guests are drunk in the hall, and the sword light chills fourteen states!"

The blue-gold sword light condensed instantly, and drew a sword energy in the void. The sword light was like a net, destroying all the incoming arrows, and they turned into a group of heaven and earth talents and disappeared into nothingness.

"As expected of Junior Brother Ci, you blocked my attack so easily." Zeng Xiangteng said with a smile.

Then he pulled the bowstring again, "Junior Brother Ci, be careful with this attack."

"Buzz..."

A slight roar sounded, and the red talent gathered in Zeng Xiangteng's hand again. A large red arrow flew into the sky in an instant, and instantly turned into thousands of small arrows, densely shooting towards Ci Song.

"Damn, so many?"

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