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

As for Ci Song himself, he also sensed his body at the same time. He did not find anything abnormal. His talent and cultivation were still at the level of a nine-needle scholar, and there was no immortal tower in his dantian.

Ci Song was confused. His body was indeed different from before, but he could not tell exactly where it was different. It seemed to have become more pure.

"No, this opportunity is too hasty. At least you have to let me break through, right?"

Ci Song complained in his heart. He did not know what happened in the palace. He only knew that he was stunned by the golden rune and then had a good sleep.

And he slept really comfortably. He had not slept so soundly for a long time.

Ci Song did not know that at this time, in his soul, an extremely weak golden rune was slowly lighting up, constantly awakening the power that was originally dormant in his body.

"Alas, our group should be the worst in this battle between heaven and man. We wasted so much time and did not get any opportunities."

Mo Lin sat down on the ground directly, lying casually, looking up at the dark purple sky.

"That's true. Just like what we just talked about, the trial of the senior in white robe seemed to be just for fun. He didn't even think about letting us pass. Even Junior Brother Zhuang didn't make it to the end." Zeng Xiangteng murmured in his heart.

"Yeah, anyway, we didn't get the Dao fruit seedlings in the Immortal Mansion this time. It's so pitiful." Mo Lin complained again, "It seems that we can only pin our hopes on the top of Fenglin."

Mo Lin and Zeng Xiangteng chatted with each other, and Ci Song on the side listened very seriously. It was indeed as they said. This trial did look a bit like a joke. The first level of picking lotus leaves and the second level of fishing for towers in the lake seemed to be forced, and he basically passed the level without any effort.

Ci Song always felt that this trial seemed to be deliberately designed for him. How could the fierce beast in the second level be the loach dragon he knew? Especially the third level, it was a joke. The Immortal Tower came over automatically and wanted to recognize me as its master, and then I passed it without doing anything.

"Is that white-robed man related to my father? Do they know each other?"

Such an idea suddenly popped up in Ci Song's mind, but he quickly put it aside. After all, this was not the problem he should consider now.

"Brother Zhuang, what are you thinking about?" Zeng Xiangteng saw Ci Song suddenly in a daze and asked.

"Nothing, just thinking about where we are going next." Ci Song came back to his senses and said.

"The next place we are going to is naturally to the top of Fenglin, where there will definitely be Dao fruit seedlings." Mo Lin explained to Ci Song.

Ci Song nodded and said, "Then let's wait until Lord Shenlong informs us of the start time of Fenglin Peak."

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At the same time, Confucius' blessed land, this is the place where Confucius left blessings after ascending to heaven. This is the holy land of all Confucian disciples and the place of faith in their hearts.

This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The sky is sunny and the warm sunshine shines on the earth. Through the gaps in the leaves, the mottled light and shadows are reflected on the grass, leaving beautiful silhouettes.

But contrary to this beautiful scene, there is a strong smell of blood in the air. The blood splashes in the field, dyeing the green grass red. The disciples wearing Confucian robes fell in the blood one by one. Their expressions are painful and hideous. They are obviously suffering from great pain.

In this quiet place, the battle continues, and the traces left by the battle are shocking.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The figures collided quickly in the air, leaving a trail of afterimages. Their figures flashed with dazzling golden light. Every time the weapons collided, they could spark sparks. They were in a fierce battle.

There are less than 40 Confucian disciples left here now. The rest have fallen in the blood. As for the Legalist disciples, there is only Shang Wuliang left. At this moment, their bodies are covered with wounds, their clothes are tattered, and they are covered with blood.

The only ones who were unscathed were Bei Yuan and Mo Yao, and their eyes were focused on the people fighting in the sky.

At this moment, Shang Wuliang, Wu Yun, Zhong Cang, Duanmu Qingcang, and the fake Ci Song were knocked to the ground by a red light.

Then a figure slowly appeared in front of everyone. He was handsome in a dark red Confucian robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders. His face was pale, like a piece of white paper, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, which was incompatible with his Confucian aura.

"Everyone, don't resist. Bai Ye only wants to end the battle between heaven and man as soon as possible and obtain the immortal bone. So I hope you can help me kill the remaining weaklings and open the Fenglin Peak as soon as possible. How about it?"

Bai Ye spoke slowly, his voice with a hint of smile, and his words made everyone's face change.

Zhongsang below looked at Ci Song angrily and shouted, "Bai Ye, you killed your fellow disciples today and disregarded etiquette. What's the difference between you and the devil?"

"Etiquette?" Bai Ye sneered, "This battle between heaven and man is the law of the jungle, and fighting is a foregone conclusion. Why should we care about these false words? What's more, everyone present has the right to say something about me, Bai Ye, except you, Zhongsang, who has no right at all."

Bai Ye waved the wolf-hair brush in his hand to shake off the blood on it, "Zhongsang, you secretly joined forces with the students of Zilu Academy and deliberately wanted to make me look bad in the battle of literature and Taoism. Do you think I don't know these things?"

Hearing this, Zhong Chang's face became even uglier.

Under the azure sky, Bai Ye's figure was particularly eye-catching. He gently waved the wolf-hair brush in his hand, and every stroke was fierce, as if he wanted to include the whole world in his brush.

"Do you think you can compete with me?"

Bai Ye's eyes swept over the crowd with a disdainful smile, "In this battle between heaven and man, only the strong can survive. Don't worry, as long as we kill another thirty people, there will probably be only a hundred people left in Fenglinzhou."

Duanmu Qingcang held a deep blue long sword in his hand, and his pupils flashed with dazzling golden light similar to Bai Ye's. He said: "Bai Ye, I know you did this for your wife, but you did it too much, not to mention that there are other schools in this battle between heaven and man."

"It doesn't matter. Except for our Confucianism, the military school with the largest number of people has been killed by me, and there are only a dozen people left in Taoism and Yin-Yang School. The disciples of other schools have long been eliminated, but I didn't expect that the Legalists actually reached a deal with Zengsheng Academy and exchanged students."

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