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

"Now that everyone has arrived, we'll set off together."

Bai Ye took out a calligraphy and painting from the jade pendant of his direct disciple, and looked at the painting from the Song Dynasty, and found that in the painting was a Kunpeng bird, soaring in the sky with its wings spread.

"Is this the Kunpeng bird that reaches the sky?"

Ci Song was shocked. The Kunpeng bird painted in this painting was so lifelike, as if it might burst out of the painting at any time and fly across the nine heavens.

The ink written by Bai Ye flickered like a stream of light, and his fingers gently slid through the air, writing the word "present". This word seems to carry some mysterious power and exudes a deep light. The Kunpeng bird in his calligraphy and painting seems to be attracted by the power of the calligraphy and gradually emerges from the painting.

The next second, the figure of the Kunpeng bird became more and more clear. It had a fish body and bird wings, and its feathers shone with a metallic luster. Its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, as if it wanted to cover the entire sky. Under the wings. It was a majestic and mysterious existence, and its appearance made everything around it seem so small.

"This, this must be thousands of meters away, right?"

When Ci Song looked at such a huge Kunpeng, he was dumbfounded. He immediately understood the meaning of the sentence "A mayfly is sent to the heaven and earth, a drop in the vast sea." He was as small as a mayfly in front of this Kunpeng.

The Sky-Bearing Kunpeng bird hovered in the air, lowering its head to look at everyone. Its eyes were deep and bright, as if it could see through everyone's heart. It slowly scanned the crowd, seeming to confirm the identity of each human being.

Bai Ye and the students from Yan Sheng Academy all jumped up and jumped on the Kunpeng bird's back one after another. Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan first bowed to the Kunpeng bird, and then Duanmu Qingcang jumped on with Zhang Wuyan. Got Kunpeng.

"Ci Song, this time you just go back with Bai Ye and the others."

Ning Ping'an's voice reached Ci Song's ears, and Ning Ping'an's palms were blue before he could release his energy. A sky-blue long sword appeared at his feet. Ning Ping'an's feet splashed, and he appeared above Kunpeng in an instant.

He put his hands behind his back, looked down at the crowd, and said loudly: "Since it is you who are going back to Yan Sheng Academy this time, I will not go with you."

After saying that, Ning Ping'an's figure disappeared above Kunpengniao's head, leaving only a blue sword energy floating in the air.

"So handsome, teacher, I want to learn this!"

Ci Song couldn't help but sigh when he saw Ning Ping'an flying away with his sword.

"Okay, brother Ci Song, don't be in a daze, senior brother Bai Ye is still waiting for you."

Mo Yao's voice brought Ci Song back to reality. Ci Song looked up and found Bai Ye standing above Kunpeng, waiting for him.

"Then I'm leaving, Mo Yao, goodbye."

Ci Song just turned around to say goodbye to Mo Yao, and saw Mo Yao holding Ci Song in his arms, "Goodbye, Brother Ci Song!"

Then Mo Yao let go of Ci Song, showed a shy smile, and watched Ci Song jump on the back of the Kunpeng bird. Ci Song stood there, feeling the slight trembling from under his feet, as if he was connected to the world. Some kind of wonderful resonance.

"Set off!"

Bai Ye gave an order, and the Kunpeng Bird instantly spread its wings and flew high. It waved its huge wings and set off a gust of wind, which raised the dust on the ground and made the surroundings blurry.

As the Kunpeng bird took off, the clouds in the sky continued to flow backwards, and the scenery below became smaller and smaller until it was completely invisible.

Ci Song couldn't help but show a shocked look. He had never seen such a strange spiritual beast, and he never thought that one day he would be able to fly in the nine heavens on such a spiritual beast.

During the flight, Ci Song asked curiously: "Brother Bai Ye, this sky-reaching Kunpeng bird is really magical. I wonder how it was obtained?"

When Bai Ye heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he chuckled and said, "This Sky-Bearing Kunpeng Bird is also a fairy in the painting. As for its origin, it has something to do with you."

"Is it related to me?" Ci Song was very surprised. He had never seen such a divine beast before, let alone what it had to do with him.

"Yes, Ci Song. This picture of the Kunpeng reaching the sky was a gift given to the teacher by Uncle Ci. The Kunpeng bird on it was drawn by your father, General Ci."

Bai Ye's tone was full of awe and respect.

Ci Song's face showed a look of shock, "It was actually painted by my father? Isn't he a literati who writes poetry into ink? Why can he also create a painting fairy?"

"Although General Ci uses poetry to incorporate ink, his six arts are no less than those of literati who incorporate six arts into ink. Especially in calligraphy and painting, General Ci is even more accomplished. He gave this painting to his teacher in the hope that the teacher can do the same. The Kunpeng bird in this painting is unfettered and soars into the sky."

Bai Ye explained. "I see."

Ci Song was deeply moved. He had never thought that his father had such high attainments in calligraphy and painting. Compared with his father, who was well versed in all six arts and had deep attainments in poetry, he could only memorize poetry. It was really Ashamed.

"Junior Brother Ci, after this battle between heaven and man is over, this Sky-Bearing Kunpeng Diagram will be handed over to you. When the next tea party in the Fifth Academy is held, you will lead other students to ride this Sky-Breaking Kunpeng Bird to and from various places. Academy."

Bai Ye looked at the mist-shrouded scenery ahead and chuckled.

Ci Song pointed at himself with a finger, showing a suspicious expression, "Me?"

"Yes, this can be regarded as the inheritance of our Yan Sheng Academy."

. . . . . . .

Soon after Zilu Academy left, Zigong Academy and Zengsheng Academy also

Also left one after another. Outside the firewood room in the outer courtyard of Confucius Academy, an old man with an old face and a haggard look slowly opened his eyes. His eyes revealed a deep and steady wisdom, as if he had experienced countless years of precipitation. He looked up at the Kunpeng bird that dissipated in the sky, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"I really didn't expect that Ci Qibai's talent could appear in Confucius Academy."

The old man's words echoed in the firewood room, as if with a deep feeling. He stood there, staring at the firewood room in front of him, as if looking for something.

As the old man's voice fell, a figure in yellow also appeared in front of the firewood room. The person who came was Zhongbo, the dean of Zilu Academy.

Zhongbo was very eye-catching in a yellow robe. His face was deep and his eyes were sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts.

After seeing the old man, he half-knelt and saluted to the old man, saying: "Hello, Mr. Kong."

"Xiao Bo, get up."

The old man stood up from the chair, slowly walked to Zhongbo, and helped Zhongbo up. His eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was an ordinary old man.

"Thank you, Mr. Kong." Zhongbo said respectfully.

"Xiao Bo, why did you come to see me today?" The old man's tone was a little puzzled.

"Ci Qibai's parent-child Ci Song seems to have lifted the curse of the saint."

As soon as Zhongbo said this, a ripple suddenly appeared in Mr. Kong's deep eyes.

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