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

"What's wrong, Uncle Shi Yue?"

Ci Song didn't understand why Shi Yue, who was kind and benevolent just a second ago, suddenly turned hostile.

"Master, I..."

Before Shi Yue finished explaining, Duanmu Qingcang suddenly said, "The moon in the stone, the green scenery, I remembered that the three gentlemen who resigned from Zigong Academy together that year were Shi Yue, Lu Yong, and Feng Guang."

"Duanmu Qingcang greets Mr. Shi Yue." Duanmu Qingcang saluted Shi Yue.

"Duanmu Qingcang? Are you the son of Duanmu Weili?"

"That's right."

After hearing Duanmu Qingcang's answer, Shi Yue looked at Duanmu Qingcang carefully again, but this time his expression was much more relaxed.

"I didn't expect Qingcang to meet you here. My father often mentioned you to me, saying that you are his most respected senior brother." Duanmu Qingcang said respectfully to Shi Yue.

"What's going on? How did they recognize each other so quickly?"

Ci Song and Zhang Wuyan were both bewildered. It was obvious that they didn't know the past between Duanmu Qing and Shi Yue, especially Ci Song. He had never thought that his uncle Shi Yue, who was guarding the library at home, was actually a teacher at Zigong Academy, and was also the senior brother of the dean of Zigong Academy?

Thinking of this, Ci Song suddenly remembered that Uncle Shi Yue once said that he seemed to be a great scholar. This could be a teacher in the four major academies. Mr. Yi, who taught him the Four Books and Five Classics, was a great scholar.

"It's all in the past. Now I'm just a servant in the general's mansion who guards the library. Don't mention the teacher."

Shi Yue waved his hand lightly, then turned to look at Ci Song, and said earnestly: "Young Master, you have now become a disciple of Yansheng Academy. I still have to tell you some things in advance."

"Uncle Shi Yue, please speak."

"The master once said that anyone who enters the general's mansion from the three academies will be killed without mercy." Shi Yue said slowly.

Ci Song, Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan were not fools, so they naturally understood what Shi Yue meant. The three academies must refer to the three academies, Zilu Academy, Zigong Academy and Zengsheng Academy, except Yansheng Academy. As for this one, it must be Confucius Academy.

"Then why did Uncle Feng Guang and Uncle Lu Yong let Brother Duanmu in?"

Ci Song was puzzled. If the matter was really as serious as Shi Yue said, why did the guards let them in?

Hearing this, Shi Yue smiled indifferently and pointed at Duanmu Qingcang, "If the young master brought someone else today instead of Duanmu Qingcang, it is estimated that Old Feng and Old Donkey would have killed them long ago."

"The reason why I was able to enter the general's mansion safely is because my father was good friends with Mr. Feng and Mr. Lu, and he had a close personal relationship with Uncle Shi Yue. They were all old friends of Uncle Ci. I am right, Uncle Shi Yue."

Duanmu Qingcang replied neither servile nor overbearing.

Under the sunlight, Shi Yue's calm face showed a touch of reminiscence. "Yes, the days when your father, I, Lv Yong, and Feng Guang were in Confucius Academy were indeed memorable. But now we have parted ways. He is now the dean of the world-famous Zigong Academy, and I am just a servant guarding the general's mansion."

Ci Song felt a headache. He never thought that the uncle Shi Yue in his original memory, who was always idle and happy and made jokes from time to time, actually had such a past. And looking at Uncle Shi Yue, it seems that he was indeed an extraordinary person back then.

"Damn, it turns out that even the previous Ci Song didn't know these people in his family very well?" Ci Song complained in his heart.

"Okay, when people get old, they like to miss something. Master, Master and Mr. Gongsun are in the study now. I, the old slave, have to pack up the books."

After that, Shi Yue turned around and picked up the books on the ground, no longer paying attention to the three people.

Duanmu Qingcang saw this and bowed to Shi Yue's back. Although Zhang Wuyan didn't know who this person was, he could hear from Duanmu Qingcang's words that this person and his teacher were once close friends, so he followed Duanmu Qingcang to bow to Shi Yue.

"Let's go."

Although Ci Song was very curious, he didn't ask directly. After all, if he asked Duanmu Qingcang, he might not know a lot, but if he asked Grandpa Cuo, he would definitely know.

Soon, he brought the two to his study. Before Ci Song opened his mouth, a full-bodied voice came out in the air.

"Master, I didn't expect you to bring a friend today."

A sharp sword light cut through the sky, like a meteor in the night sky, instantly illuminating the surroundings. With the advent of the sword light, Gongsun Cuo, dressed in a slender black robe, appeared in front of Ci Song and the other two.

With a head full of black and white hair, like stars, the old but tall figure was like a mountain, steady and solemn, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Grandpa Cuo, are you practicing sword?"

Ci Song did not expect Gongsun Cuo to have such a strong momentum today, and his mind was even shocked.

Gongsun Cuo smiled slightly, and a soft light flashed in his eyes, as if it was the kindness of an elder to a younger generation. "Practice sword, stretch your muscles, I will compete with your teacher in a while, I can't lose."

"Master, are these two children from Zigong Academy around you new friends?"

Gongsun Cuo looked at Zhang Wuyan and Duanmu Qingcang, his eyes were like a sharp sword, as if he could see through the two at a glance.

"Grandpa Cuo, this is Duanmu Qingcang from Zigong Academy, and this is Zhang Wuyan."

Ci Song pointed at Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan and said.

"Meet Mr. Gongsun."

Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan saluted. They were sweating profusely at this time, especially Duanmu Qingcang. He had never expected Gongsun Cuo to appear in Ci Song's house, and he even called Ci Song "Young Master". Could it be that such a person has become a servant of the general's mansion?

"Duanmu Qingcang? Are you the child of Wei Li?" Gongsun Cuo asked.

"That's right." Duanmu Qingcang nodded.

"I didn't expect that the young boy back then has grown up so much. Time flies so fast." Gongsun Cuo smiled and didn't care too much.

"The master is in the room, you can go find him. I will practice sword again. Young Master, you are free."

Gongsun Cuo's voice fell, and his figure had disappeared from the spot, leaving only a dazzling sword light across the sky.

"Let's go."

Ci Song interrupted the shock of Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan.

Soon, the three of them came to the study room. The door was closed. Ci Song went forward and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." A strong voice came from the room.

Ci Song pushed the door open and entered, followed by Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan. When the three entered the room, they found that there was no one else in the room, only a middle-aged man sitting in the room, dressed in brocade and mink fur, with extraordinary demeanor.

"Father, the child is back."

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