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

Hearing this, Ci Song showed a trace of surprise on his face. He still understood that the law should not be passed down lightly. Wasn't it too hasty for Sun Buxiu to teach the military strategist's method to himself so easily? Didn't the military strategist care?

"Uncle Sun, you taught me this method so easily. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by military strategists?" Ci Song asked tentatively.

Sun Buxiu waved his hand and said: "Young master, you don't have to worry about this. This Ten Thousand Soldiers Art is not a secret method. Different schools will learn the Ten Thousand Soldiers Art to a greater or lesser extent. For example, in the five major academies, Yu Rumo When students reach a certain level, they will increase their level of imperialism by studying the Art of Ten Thousand Weapons."

Speaking of this, Sun Buxiu suddenly came to Ci Song's side and whispered: "After you finish learning the Ten Thousand Soldiers Art, I will secretly tell you the weaknesses of each military formation. This is the key point. You can't tell it to outsiders. ”

"yes."

Ci Song saluted Sun Buxiu. He knew that this uncle was really for his own good and even told him the most core secrets of the military strategist.

"Master, this is what I should do."

Having said that, Sun Buxiu also walked off the stage, and what came up next was a somewhat slovenly looking man, wearing a tattered Bagua Taoist robe, holding a peach wood sword, and hanging on his waist was a greasy-looking jade pendant. , a standard garb of a Taoist priest.

"Master, you may not be familiar with me, and we haven't met very often. Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhuang Ya."

"I've met Uncle Zhuang."

In Ci Song's memory, Uncle Zhuang was a crazy Taoist priest who stayed at his house. He practiced in the backyard of the General's Mansion every day. He often muttered some incomprehensible spells in his mouth. He looked crazy and kept talking. He often gestures at home with a mahogany sword and mutters something like "I have become something", which makes people confused.

Zhuang Ya glanced at Ci Song on the stage, showed a smile that he thought was very kind, and said: "Master, I have been away from Taoism for a long time, and my practice is no longer traditional Taoism, so I don't have much to teach you. But now you are a dragon and a phoenix, with blessings and misfortunes interdependent, and the yin and yang qi in your body have already reached perfection. How about you give up your current cultivation and practice Taoism with the old Taoist? "

Ci Song was directly confused by Zhuang Ya's words. Wasn't he here to teach him how to deal with Taoist students? Why did he suddenly let himself give up his cultivation to practice Taoism with him? This is completely different from what he said before.

"Uncle Zhuang, what do you mean?" Ci Song asked with some confusion.

"The meaning is very simple. If you give up practicing and practice Taoism with me, I can lead you to a higher realm." Zhuang Ya said confidently.

"Smelly Taoist priest, you are crazy. If you ask the young master to practice Taoism with you, you are afraid that you will harm him!" Sun Buxiu shouted at Zhuang Ya from below.

"Old Sun, you don't understand. If the young master practices Taoism now, he can become a scholar in three days, be born as a child in seven days, and become a scholar in fifteen days. I'm an old Taoist and I am sure that the young master will be able to break through to become a Jinshi within three months before the battle between heaven and man. "

Zhuang Ya's voice was a little hoarse, but it revealed an unfathomable charm. He looked at Ci Song, as if he saw a treasure that had not yet bloomed.

Sun Buxiu and Shang Han below were also shocked by this sentence. They knew Zhuang Ya's character. Although he was usually slovenly and crazy, he knew his heart better than anyone else and never said anything. Big talk, if what he says can be done, it will definitely be done.

Moreover, Zhuang Ya's favorite thing on weekdays is divination, calculating the heaven and earth. Even if every calculation will shorten his life, he still enjoys it. Moreover, listening to what Zhuang Ya just said, it also shows that he has calculated the heaven and earth. The human war will take place in three months,

"Uncle Zhuang, I..."

Ci Song didn't know how to answer for a while. He had never thought of giving up his current practice to practice Taoism. Although he knew little about Taoism, he could feel the temptation and sincerity in Zhuang Ya's words.

"Young Master, do you think I am incompetent as a Taoist? Well, let me show you my Taoist magic."

He was holding a mahogany sword, and black and white talents were released from him at the same time. The air in the entire martial arts arena became solemn. The tattered Taoist robe on Zhuang Ya's body moved without any wind, and the fallen leaves around him were also picked up and rotated around him.

"The color of heaven and earth."

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the world in Ci Song's eyes instantly turned into black and white, as if covered with thick ink and heavy colors, like an ink painting, breathtakingly beautiful.

"this..."

Ci Song felt the wonder of Taoist magic for the first time. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, and it was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Zhuang Ya's figure was looming in the wind. The mahogany sword in his hand emits a faint green light, which is in sharp contrast to the surrounding darkness.

"Yin and Yang are harmonious, and heaven and earth are one." Zhuang Ya whispered softly, and the peach wood sword in his hand drew a mysterious trajectory.

As he moved, the power of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be attracted, forming a huge cyclone with him as the center. These powers of heaven and earth seemed to have life, gathering towards Zhuangya.

"Everything is rejuvenated."

Zhuang Ya chanted again, and the talents in the whirlpool began to become orderly and flow in a wonderful way. The black and white talents are intertwined to form a beautiful and mysterious picture. Ci Song was so shocked by this scene that he was speechless. He had never seen such a mysterious sight, and he had never imagined that Taoist magic could be so powerful.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and time slowed down at this moment. Zhuang Ya's figure swayed in the wind, as ethereal as an immortal.

After a moment, the sky and the earth returned to their original colors. Zhuang Ya put away the peach wood sword, and his Taoist robe returned to its tattered appearance. He didn't seem to have consumed much energy.

"Did you see it? This is my Taoist magic. Master, if you follow the old Taoist, your future will be bright." Zhuang Ya looked at Ci Song and said lightly.

Ci Song was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Zhuang Ya firmly: "Uncle Zhuang, your magic is indeed very powerful, and I believe what you said. But I have found my own path now, and I hope to stick to it."

Although the Taoist magic looks really strong, Ci Song knows where his advantages are. If he really practices Taoism, he may become very strong in a short time, but the road ahead will inevitably be difficult. He has a cultural treasure from China for thousands of years in his mind, and Ci Song cannot waste it. Poetry is his best choice now.

"Master, are you really going to reconsider this? If you practice Taoism, you will avoid a lot of troubles and your future will be bright. I, the Taoist priest, will not harm you."

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