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

"The real big picture?" Bai Ye sneered, "What do you have to do with what I said? Can they cure my wife's illness?"

Hearing this, the fake Ci Song's eyes flashed with a trace of complex emotions, "Brother Bai, are you going to put our Confucianism in a passive position just for your wife?"

"My Tao is only for my wife. This feeling truly exists between heaven and earth. The future you pursue is nothing but a delusion in my eyes."

Bai Ye said lightly, and his words revealed a trace of persistence, "I, Bai Ye, have done things all my life just to ask for my wife's lifelong safety. If anyone stops me, I will kill him."

Hearing this, the fake Ci Song's face changed slightly, as if he was greatly shocked. After a long time, the fake Ci Song slowly took out the Shuihan Sword, looked at Bai Ye, and said: "If you don't have the same Tao, you can't make plans together. Since Brother Bai and I can't convince ourselves to agree with each other, then today we can only fight."

Bai Ye looked at the fake Ci Song, without any contempt in his eyes. On the contrary, his eyes were full of appreciation.

"My path is not his path. My path is only to protect the one in my heart."

Bai Ye waved the wolf-hair brush in his hand again, and brilliant sword energy flew out from the tip of the brush and rushed towards the fake Ci Song.

Fake Ci Song held the Shuihan Sword, moved his body, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards Bai Ye.

"One sword light chilled fourteen states."

The sword energy and the stream of light collided in the air, making a deafening roar. The figures of the two people intertwined in the air, the sword energy was crisscrossed, and the light was flashing.

This was a fierce battle. The difference in strength between the two was huge, not only in the understanding and use of their own talents, but also in the difference in fighting skills.

The battle between Bai Ye and the fake Ci Song became more and more intense. Their figures kept intertwining in the venue, and the sword energy and pen energy were flying crisscrossed, dazzling.

As for Ci Song himself, he quietly watched the fake Ci Song fight with Bai Ye. From his perspective, the fake Ci Song's swordsmanship was full of flaws. Bai Ye had countless opportunities to kill the fake Ci Song with one move, but Bai Ye chose to turn a blind eye. Obviously, Bai Ye held back.

He didn't want to kill the fake Ci Song.

The fake Ci Song's words and deeds were especially like himself three months ago. He was both a jerk and a jerk, lacking courage, not knowing the importance of things, and even had some inexplicable literary youth disease, which made Ci Song more and more curious whether this fake Ci Song was an immortal bone.

The battle between Bai Ye and the fake Ci Song entered a white-hot stage. The figures of the two intertwined in the air, and the sword and pen energy flew in all directions, dazzling. Bai Ye's wolf hair brush was like a smart flying swallow, sometimes light and elegant, sometimes violent like thunder, and the brilliant sword energy bloomed from the tip of the pen, cutting through the void. The fake Ci Song used the Shuihan Sword as a medium to condense a huge sword formation, which was so cold that it seemed to freeze everything.

In this fierce battle, the auras between Bai Ye and the fake Ci Song kept colliding, as if two powerful torrents were impacting each other. Their figures were looming in the interweaving of sword energy and pen energy, and every fight caused a gust of wind, blowing each other's robes.

However, in this fierce battle, Bai Ye's heart was like still water, without any ripples.

"Brother Bai, why don't you use your full strength?" The fake Ci Song asked in the battle.

Bai Ye did not answer him, but the wolf hair brush in his hand was waving faster and faster, and the sword energy surged from the tip of the pen, forming a dazzling light curtain, tightly trapping the fake Ci Song.

The fake Ci Song was restricted by Bai Ye in place and could not move.

"Junior Brother Ci, you should take a rest first. Don't interfere in my brother's affairs."

Then Bai Ye turned his head to look at Mo Yao behind Bei Yuan, and found that she was actually standing there quietly watching "Ci Song" being restrained by herself, with an expression as calm as an outsider, which made Bai Ye very confused.

At this moment, Bai Ye heard a thunder. When he came to his senses and turned around, he found that a Taoist disciple with an ordinary appearance appeared next to "Ci Song". The Taoist disciple's hand emitted golden lightning, which directly pierced through "Ci Song's" chest.

The fake Ci Song's eyes were full of reluctance and doubt. He lowered his head to look at the wound on his chest. The golden lightning flashed at the wound, as if devouring his vitality.

"Who...who are you?" The fake Ci Song's voice was a little hoarse. He couldn't believe that this Taoist disciple would actually hurt him.

"Me?" Ci Song sneered and returned to his original voice, "Who do you say I am? Of course I am Ci Song."

Then Ci Song took off his mask and revealed his handsome face.

"How is this possible? How can there be two Ci Songs?"

All the Confucian scholars who knew Ci Song were stunned. How could there be two Ci Songs? Who is the real one and who is the fake one?

Zeng Xiangteng was also stunned. He never thought that the Taoist disciple Zhuang Ci he had always met was actually another Ci Song. What was going on?

"You, why did you pretend to be me?" The fake Ci Song's chest bled, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground in pain, covering his wound and trembling.

Ci Song squatted down and looked at the fake self. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He had to admit that this fake him really looked like himself, like himself three months ago, who was good for small things and evil for big things.

"I ask you, who are you?" Ci Song asked in a deep voice.

The fake Ci Song looked up at Ci Song, his eyes full of determination, and said, "I will not change my name, I am Ci Song."

"It seems to be similar to what I guessed. You must have learned part of my memory and thought you were Ci Song, so you can answer so firmly."

Ci Song stared at the fake Ci Song in front of him quietly, and said: "You learned my memory, imitated my clothes and weapons, and even recited my war poems to enhance your own combat power. In Fenglinzhou, the only one who can do this is Lord Shenlong and a piece of Lord Shenlong's shed bones."

"You are the immortal bone, right?" Ci Song looked at the fake Ci Song.

The fake Ci Song did not answer him, but just covered the bleeding wound and gasped in pain.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I will find evidence." Ci Song stood up and turned his eyes to Bai Ye. "Brother Bai, if this person pretending to be me is the Immortal Bone, then I will leave it to you to deal with."

"If not, then just think of it as me killing someone pretending to be me. Don't worry, I will always stand by your side. Even if you eliminate me today, it's worth it as long as you can get the Immortal Bone. My awareness is not as good as this fake. In my opinion, if a person lives a lifetime and does not live for his family, what is the meaning of life?"

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