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

As he spoke, Duanmu Qingcang was about to walk towards Ci Song. Ci Song also spoke at this time, "Senior Brother Duanmu, can a Mohist machine beast with a human level be a threat to you?"

Hearing this, Duanmu Qingcang was stunned. Could it be that Ci Song had a backup plan?

But after saying this, Ci Song himself smiled helplessly, "Forget it, it's definitely useless. Alas, if Uncle Gao knew that I didn't use his mechanism beast to defend against the enemy, wouldn't he be disappointed in me? "

Ci Song laughed at himself, and Mo Yao also covered his mouth with a smile, "Brother Ci Song, Uncle Gao won't blame you. After all, he said that the machine beast is for you to counter the Mo family students' machine beast."

"Yes, then I am here to congratulate Senior Brother Duanmu for winning the first place in heaven and for winning five years of mirage dragon blessing for our Confucian school." Ci Song cupped his fists and saluted Duanmu Qingcang.

Seeing this, Mo Yao also raised his hands to Duanmu Qingcang and said, "Congratulations, senior brother."

Duanmu Qingcang chuckled and waved his hands slowly. In front of him, Ci Song and Mo Yao transformed into a golden light and a blue light respectively, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"This time, the winner of Fenglin Peak has appeared, and he has been given a Taoist fruit seedling, a heart-nourishing pill, and a literary masterpiece."

Purple light flashed, and the mirage dragon shadow in the sky let out a dragon roar. After the words fell, three rays of light emitted from the shadow, and fell in front of Duanmu Qingcang.

Duanmu Qingcang looked at the three rays of light emanating from the sky, with no trace of joy on his face, as if these three items were dispensable to him.

From left to right are a seedling, a pill, and a long black knife.

He stretched out his hand to catch the long black knife, which was as long as a long sword. It was completely black and exuded a faint chill.

Duanmu Qingcang held the long knife and felt a powerful force emanating from it, "It's a very good knife."

He looked at the pill again and put it in his bag without taking it.

Then Duanmu Qingcang stretched out his hand to touch the last ray of light, and a green sprout appeared out of thin air in his arms. It was a Dao fruit seedling, exuding a faint fragrance.

Duanmu Qingcang felt that his mind had calmed down at this moment, and all the fatigue had dissipated, as if this Dao fruit seedling had the power to cleanse the soul.

"Is this the Dao Fruit seedling? It looks pretty good, but this thing is not suitable for me."

I saw Duanmu Qingcang slowly reaching out, holding the Dao Fruit seedling, and using his own talents to crush it to pieces. Duanmu Qingcang watched the Dao Fruit seedling in his hand turn into powder, without any regret on his face, as if this Waiting for spiritual objects is of no use to him.

"Junior, do you know that this Dao Fruit seedling is an immortal treasure comparable to the semi-saint treasure. Owning it is almost equivalent to stepping into the semi-saint realm. Are you acting without consideration?" Mirage Dragon's voice reached Duanmu. Qingxuanzhong.

Hearing this, Duanmu Qingcang just looked up at the phantom of the mirage in the sky, with a hint of indifference on his face, "The semi-saint realm? It's nothing to me. Throughout the ages, those who have Tao fruit seedlings have not broken through to the semi-saint realm. There are people everywhere, and among the vast majority of semi-saints left in the world, how many are there who have used the Aisle Fruit Seedlings to break through?"

"This..." The phantom of the mirage in the sky seemed speechless. It was naturally very clear how precious the Dao Fruit seedlings were.

"In my opinion, the most precious thing in the world is neither a panacea nor an ancient treasure."

Duanmu Qingcang spoke slowly, his voice very calm, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him, "It's talent and literary heart."

"My heart is strong and I will never change my ambition. Even if the road ahead is thorny, I will pursue my heart's goal and pursue the literary path. I will not regret it even if I die. Even without this Dao Fruit seedling, I can still break through to the Half Saint."

Duanmu Qingcang's words also made Mirage sigh in his heart. This kind of ambition is indeed extraordinary.

"If that's the case, then why do you still keep the Heart Nourishing Pill?" Mirage asked slowly, with a hint of relief in his voice.

"I left this elixir to my good friend. For some reason, I always have an ominous premonition that he may encounter inner demons in the near future."

Duanmu Qingcang murmured in a low voice. Under the influence of the Eyes of the Saint, he was born with the ability to perceive beyond ordinary people. When he used the Eyes of the Saint just now, he felt strong uneasiness. He always felt that Bai Ye would encounter The heart demon calamity, and the heart-nourishing pill may play a key role for friends.

The phantom of the mirage in the sky fell silent. After a long time, a melodious voice slowly spoke, "You have a firm Taoist heart and a pair of eyes that can see through all things. I hope you can go further in the literary world." The farther you go, the more you keep your original intention.”

As soon as the words fell, the mirage dragon's shadow completely disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

Duanmu Qingcang looked at the disappearing shadow of the mirage, with a hint of emotion on his face, "There are three thousand avenues in the world, and each has its own way to achieve enlightenment. Perhaps in the eyes of some people, my move is extremely foolish, but in my opinion Come on, this is the right way!”

After saying this, Duanmu Qingcang's figure trembled and disappeared between heaven and earth.

. . . . . . .

When Ci Song regained consciousness, he found himself sitting in the square of Kong Sheng Academy. Ci Song slowly opened his eyes. The square was full of people, and his teacher Ning Ping'an was standing beside him.

"woke up?"

"Um."

Ci Song nodded, perhaps because his soul had just returned to its original position, he only felt a little dazed.

His brain was groggy, and everything around him seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, but when he saw Ning Ping'an, all the discomfort disappeared instantly.

"How do you feel?" Ning Pingan asked.

"It feels like a dream, a very real dream." Ci Song answered truthfully.

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an slowly said: "Master, I apologize to you. In this battle between heaven and man, I did not help you at all. It was my dereliction of duty."

"Teacher, you don't need to blame yourself. Grandpa Cuo has already told me that you went to investigate the real culprit who cast the saint's curse on me, so you didn't have time to guide me in my practice." Ci Song looked at Ning Ping'an with a serious look on his face. color.

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an looked at Ci Song with a bit of relief in his eyes, "It seems that my senior brother has also worked hard on you. In three months, you can go from a weakling who can't even use a sword to a sword in the sky." You’ve suffered a lot during this period, right?”

"Teacher, Ci Song was able to get second place not only because of Grandpa Cuo and Ci Song himself, but also because of several uncles from the General's Mansion." Ci Song responded seriously.

"Yes, to have such a group of like-minded people supporting your father, I think your mother would be very happy if she knew about it."

Ning Ping'an sighed slowly, and just when he was about to continue saying something, a blue light flew out of the Caiqi Building, and a figure in blue appeared in everyone's sight. His appearance attracted the attention of everyone present.

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