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

"I know, but even if he is very talented, so what? Didn't the one in the Hall of First Master say that if we can't get the Literary Orb from Ci Qibai within ten years, then he will come by himself? Ten years, even if Ci Song is very powerful, what realm can he reach in ten years? Jinshi, Hanlin? Or a literary giant? If he doesn't become a semi-saint, he will be just a mortal after all."

Zhong Bo's tone was very calm, but it was a bit heartbreaking to the gray-robed man. He also knew in his heart that the one in the Hall of First Master was indeed terrifying. After all, he was one of the two sub-saints known to Confucianism. In addition to Master Xue Fufeng, only the one in the Hall of First Master broke through to the sub-saint realm before the Great Dao changed.

"It's hard to get the Wenyun Orb now, but it doesn't mean we can't get it in the future. If we can control Ci Song, then even if the person from the Master's Hall comes in person, we can have bargaining chips."

Zhong Bo seemed unwilling to continue this topic. He glanced at the gray-robed man indifferently, "Tell me about your plan. I'm curious about how you made my son and Mo Yao get engaged."

"Just like we did to Ci Qibai back then, let him do some crazy things for a woman. Let's make him and the Five Academy enemies first according to the original plan."

. . . . . .

The next morning, Ci Song woke up from his bedroom. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Yao

sitting beside his bed, holding his chin with one hand, looking at him with a pair of big eyes and smiling.

"Yao'er, why are you up so early?" Ci Song rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly.

"I usually get up early, Brother Ci Song, my father is waiting for you in the study, you should wash up quickly."

As she spoke, Mo Yao also started her actions. She pulled Ci Song up from the bed and took him to the mirror. Then she opened Ci Song's wardrobe and picked out a light blue gown to put on for Ci Song.

"Father? Uncle Mo is here?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"No, isn't your father my father?"

As she spoke, Mo Yao picked up the gown and compared it with Ci Song's figure.

"Yao'er, you changed your words too quickly, didn't you?" Ci Song looked at Mo Yao and said.

Hearing this, Mo Yao said disapprovingly: "What's so fast? Yesterday, I called him father in front of the teacher and Dean Yan, and my father recognized it."

Then she came to Ci Song and wanted to dress Ci Song.

"I can do it myself."

"I'm fine anyway. Besides, dressing my husband is what I should do."

Mo Yao's voice was very sweet. As she spoke, she arranged Ci Song's gown, her eyes full of happiness.

But Mo Yao's technique was very unfamiliar, and the clothes were indeed relatively complicated. Mo Yao struggled for a long time before finally putting on Ci Song's gown. Then she tied the belt for Ci Song and adjusted the collar. Then she stepped aside and quietly admired her masterpiece.

"Yao'er, you are really my good wife."

Ci Song turned around and said with a smile, then picked up the wooden comb on the table and combed her hair.

"That's right, don't you look at who I am!" Mo Yao said proudly.

After a simple wash, Ci Song said, "Okay, we should go see our father."

"I'll go with you."

Mo Yao didn't hesitate, and came directly to Ci Song and grabbed his hand. Ci Song didn't refuse, he gently held Mo Yao's hand, and the two walked out of the bedroom together.

Arriving outside the study, Ci Song let go of Mo Yao's hand, he tidied his clothes, and then knocked on the door.

"Father, I'm here."

"The door is not locked."

Ci Qibai's voice came from the room. Ci Song pushed open the door and walked into the study with Mo Yao.

Looking at Ci Qibai sitting behind the desk, Ci Song bowed and saluted, "Father."

"Yes."

Ci Qibai nodded, put down the book in his hand, looked at the two of them, and said: "I heard from Zhuang Ya yesterday that he calculated the four ominous hexagrams in this battle between heaven and man. My son, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid." Ci Song shook his head.

Mo Yao on the side looked at Ci Song with a puzzled and surprised expression, muttering in his heart: "What are the four evil omen? Is someone going to harm Brother Ci Song again?"

"I am very happy that you have this courage, but courage alone is not enough. From today on, I will follow my training standards back then and let your uncles strictly require you. This process will be very tiring. Can you stick to it?"

"Yes." Ci Song said firmly without any hesitation. Now that someone has begun to plan against him, he must make himself strong enough, so strong that the people around him can no longer be secretly harmed by others.

"Okay, since you have this determination, then after dinner, you will go to the martial arts field to train." Ci Qibai said with satisfaction.

Then Ci Qibai looked at Mo Yao and said slowly, "Yao'er, Lu Yong has told me everything that happened between you and Song'er in the Taiwei Mansion yesterday."

"Father, I..."

Mo Yao wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ci Qibai, "Yao'er, since you have chosen to be my daughter-in-law, no one will take you away from Song'er unless you leave voluntarily."

When Mo Yao heard this, the worry on her face disappeared, "Thank you, father."

"Father, I also want to say that since Yao'er is my future wife, I will definitely not let her get hurt." Ci Song also expressed his opinion on the side.

"Let's go to dinner. After dinner, Yao'er, come to the study alone. I have something to give you."

After that, Ci Qibai picked up the book and ignored the two.

Ci Song and Mo Yao left the study together. On the way to the room, Mo Yao suddenly said, "I didn't expect that father would be such a serious person on weekdays."

"Isn't he always like this?" Ci Song asked curiously.

Mo Yao shook his head and said, "No, the father I met at Yansheng Academy yesterday, his performance was completely different from today."

"Ah?"

Hearing Mo Yao say this, Ci Song was dumbfounded. In his memory, Ci Qibai has always been a peaceful, gentle, and traditional father who is intimidating without anger. He couldn't figure out why his father would be such an image in Mo Yao's eyes.

"The father I met yesterday was more like a romantic, talented, and unrestrained talent. He was graceful in every move."

After saying this, Mo Yao stopped and looked at Ci Song, and said carefully: "Could it be that father's current behavior is all pretended?"

"How is this possible?"

Ci Song shook his head and said: "Don't I know what kind of person my father is? He has always been like this and would never deliberately pretend."

"Is he pretending in front of his teacher?"

Mo Yao muttered, but did not continue to dwell on it. . . . . .