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

"Killing Dao War? My son, are you wrong? This tea party of the five academies is a battle of literature and art?"

Ci Qibai took a long time to react, and then he came back to his senses from the shock, looking at his son with doubts in his eyes.

"No, I am not wrong, it is indeed a killing Dao War. The cause of this incident is still because of a disciple of Zilu Academy named Zhou Ge."

Ci Song told his father the cause and effect of the killing Dao War, including Zhou Ge deliberately mocking himself and Yansheng Academy, and then because of his inappropriate remarks, he was abolished as a direct disciple and expelled from the academy. In order to avenge Zhou Ge, Zhou Shan took out the semi-saint treasure to fight Bai Ye in the battle of literature and art, but was eventually killed, which led to the entire battle of literature and art escalating into a killing Dao War.

Then Ci Song expressed his guess, "Father, I suspect that this killing Dao War was deliberately carried out by Zilu Academy, and their purpose is to attack Yansheng Academy."

"Oh? Tell me what you think." Ci Qibai released his own light golden talent and cleaned the ground.

"Because the development of all this is too natural, the traces are too obvious. Just like Zhou Ge, as a disciple of Zilu Academy, he dared to deliberately mock Yansheng Academy in front of the statue of Confucius in the Holy Temple. Even if Zhou Ge is brainless, he should not act like this."

"Go on." Ci Qibai picked up a cup again and poured himself another cup of tea.

"I suspect that someone behind this instructed Zhou Ge to do this. This person is most likely Zhou Shan, in order to deliberately provoke the conflict between Zilu Academy and Yansheng Academy." Ci Song said.

"Why can't it be the person behind Zhou Shan who asked him to do this?" Ci Qibai asked back.

"Zhou Ge is too stupid. He might let something slip at any time. It's better to let Zhou Shan be the lobbyist. Even if Zhou Ge lets something slip, he will only expose Zhou Shan, which has nothing to do with the person behind Zhou Shan."

"To put it bluntly, Zhou Ge is a dispensable and discarded pawn who can be abandoned at any time. He has never been involved in the game from beginning to end. As for the person behind Zhou Shan, I guess it should be the dean of Zilu Academy."

A cold light flashed in Ci Qibai's eyes, "You mean, this killing war was deliberately instigated by Zhongbo? The purpose is to suppress Yansheng Academy?"

Ci Song nodded, "I suspect so."

"Then according to what you said, the person behind this is well-intentioned."

Ci Qibai put down the teacup in his hand, and a faint voice came from his mouth, "However, from my understanding of Zhongbo, he is such a cautious person, it is impossible for him to do such a reckless thing."

"Why?"

"Because Yansheng Academy now has Bai Ye, as long as the master is still alive, even the old guys in the Xianshi Hall will not dare to touch him, let alone Zhongbo, a literary giant."

Hearing his father mention the "Xianshi Hall" again, Ci Song could no longer suppress his confusion and asked, "Father, what exactly is this Xianshi Hall?"

"You don't need to know this for the time being."

Ci Qibai wanted to evade him again, so Ci Song said directly, "Father, Dean Yan has something to tell you."

"What?"

"Dean Yan said that my brothers and sisters all died under the curse of the saint, and I have also been cursed by the saint. As for the murderer, Dean Yan suspects that it is a semi-saint from the Xianshi Hall."

"What did you say?"

At this moment, a burst of breath suddenly burst out from Ci Qibai's body. The air in the room suddenly became tense, as if an invisible force was constantly expanding. Tables, chairs, and even cups and other objects were trembling in the light golden talent released from him, as if they felt the threat of this power.

These objects were shattered one by one under his talent, and even the hard floor was shaking under his feet, as if it was about to crack. The whole room was trembling under this power, as if the end of the world was coming.

And Ci Qibai himself was also shaken back several steps by the talent he released. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but then disappeared. He gritted his teeth, released his talent, and barely stabilized his body.

"What happened?"

A red sword light flashed, and Gongsun Cuo appeared in the room. Seeing the miserable situation in the room, his face suddenly changed.

"What happened? Master, what's wrong with you?"

Gongsun Cuo walked quickly to Ci Qibai and supported him.

Ci Qibai waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"Uncle Cuo, it's the Sage's Curse. For so many years, I have been going in the wrong direction." Ci Qibai's voice was a little hoarse, "Qingyan and the others were all killed by the Sage's Curse."

"The Sage's Curse?"

Gongsun Cuo was stunned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Hasn't this curse been sealed by the Master's Hall, and no one in the world can use it anymore?"

Then, a look of shock appeared on Gongsun Cuo's face, "Could it be that the old stubborn people in the Master's Hall are the ones who secretly harmed Qingyan and the others?"

"Yan Zheng told me about this. He won't tell me things he is not sure about. It seems that those people still don't want to let me go."

Ci Qibai's hands trembled slightly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed on his face, "I have promised those old guys that I will no longer have any involvement with Confucianism, but they still won't let it go. It's fine if they don't dare to attack me, but they actually turned their target to my child, which is unforgivable."

""This time, I want them to know that I, Ci Qibai, am not easy to mess with. "

Ci Qibai took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. A trace of determination and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his voice became cold and hard, "Uncle Cuo, you should get ready immediately, and we will go to the Master's Hall."

"Qibai, this matter still needs to be considered in the long run. Now you are just a literary master, and you need a certain amount of accumulation before you can go further."

Gongsun Cuo knew that Ci Qibai had lost his mind at this time, and he had to persuade him, "No need."

Ci Qibai decisively rejected Gongsun Cuo's proposal, and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Cuo, you don't need to persuade me anymore. This time, I will never tolerate it again. I am afraid that he will become an enemy of the entire Xianshi Hall. I will sacrifice my life to kill all these treacherous old guys. "

"What's more, Ci Song is still under the curse of the saint, and we must find a solution."

Hearing that Ci Song was also under the curse of the saint, Gongsun Cuo

had a flash of shock in his eyes, and then became angry, "In this case, let's go to the Xianshi Hall and settle this old account with those old guys."

Seeing that his father was about to do something that sounded dangerous, Ci Song rushed up to stop him.

He held Ci Qibai's hand tightly, his eyes full of determination, "Father, Grandpa Cuo, don't be impulsive. Although I am under the curse of the saint, this curse has been resolved by the blessing of the saint of Qu Sheng, and you don't need to worry about me anymore. "

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