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

"Sir, Mo Yao is not afraid of hardship." Mo Yao looked at Ning Pingan firmly.

"Yao'er, do you want to travel to various countries with us?"

Ci Song didn't expect Mo Yao to go with him, but after thinking about it, he thought it would be good for Mo Yao to go with him. At least he wouldn't be as bored along the way as he and Ning Ping'an were.

"Brother Ci Song, just let me follow you and your husband. After all, such opportunities are rare." Mo Yao took Ci Song's hand and shook it.

"Well, since you've already said that, Yao'er, what else can I say?" Ci Song said with a smile.

"In that case, let's leave immediately." Ning Ping'an said as he looked at the sky getting late.

I saw Ning Ping'an releasing his azure talent, condensing three long blue swords and floating in front of several people, "Let's go, the record list of the battle between heaven and man will be announced tomorrow, and you can watch it at Yan Sheng Academy by then." arrive."

Duanmu Qingcang didn't think much, stepped directly onto the flying sword, took a stance, and stood next to Ning Ping'an.

Mo Yao also jumped onto another flying sword, while Ci Song hugged Mo Yao's slender waist and flew into the sky together.

The flying sword pierced the air and cut through the sky, and the figures of several people quickly disappeared into the sky.

Looking at the people leaving through the sky, the master couldn't help but sigh: "Wei Li, your son is indeed very good, much better than you were back then."

"That's for sure. At least he treats his friendship much more thoughtfully than me." Duanmu Weili sighed, "Master, do you think Bai Ye can get through this?"

The Master did not answer Duanmu Weili's question, but looked up at the figures that had disappeared in the sky, and said slowly: "Some things are beyond our control. Let everything take its course."

"At least in my heart, no matter how depraved the kid Bai Ye is, he will never do such a treacherous and ungrateful thing like Zhong Bo did."

Hearing this, Duanmu Weili also sighed and said: "Indeed, Zhong Bo has extremely average talent but great ambition. If he had not joined the Master's Hall, he would have stopped being a great scholar in this life. You also looked at him back then. He is the direct bloodline of Saint Ziluya, and he was admitted to the Confucius School out of desperation after being born in a famous family."

"But I didn't expect that in order to make a breakthrough, he would choose to work hard for the First Master Palace and do so many stupid things. He is not worthy of being the dean of Zilu Academy."

"I'm just afraid now that Bai Ye can resurrect his wife and choose to work for the First Master Palace."

The master murmured softly, and then disappeared from the spot, and Duanmu Weili was also preparing to return to the academy with the students of his academy.

Ning Ping'an and his party came to Daliang Zhongzhou at an extremely fast speed, Ning Ping'an returned to the academy, while Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang went to Ning Mansion under the leadership of Mo Yao.

When they reached the west of Zhongzhou City, they heard the sound of the death knell ringing continuously.

"Dangdangdang..."

The sound of the bell is thick and the sound is heard.

The three of them walked quickly and arrived in front of a solemn mansion.

There are white flags hanging in front of the mansion, and a sign with white characters on a black background hanging on the lintel, with the two characters "Ning Mansion" written on it. Duanmu Qingcang felt a sad atmosphere coming towards him, and his heart couldn't help but feel heavy.

The guard at the door saw someone approaching and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Stop, this is Ning Mansion, no one can enter."

"We are students from Yan Sheng Academy and Zigong Academy, and are Bai Ye's friends. We are here to express our condolences." Duanmu Qingcang said with cupped hands.

Hearing this, the guard's expression became respectful, "I wonder if you have a greeting card?"

"We don't have a greeting card, but you can inform us that Duanmu Qingcang is here to express his condolences." Duanmu Qingcang explained.

"No need to go to such trouble." Ci Song stepped forward, looked at the guard, and said, "My name is Ci Song. You should have heard my name. I'm here to express my condolences today. Will you let me in?"

After hearing the name "Ci Song", all the guards showed panic on their faces, and they quickly bowed and saluted, "It turns out to be Major General Ci. You, it's an honor for us that you can come to our Ning Mansion. Hurry up." Please come in."

The guards immediately bowed and saluted, making way for Ci Song and others to enter.

"Senior Brother Duanmu, you go first, and I will arrive soon." Ci Song first said to Duanmu Qingcang.

After Duanmu Qingcang cupped his hands and thanked him, he entered Ning Mansion alone.

Just when Ci Song wanted to say something to Mo Yao, Mo Yao took the lead and said, "Brother Ci Song, I won't go in. My clothes are inappropriate for Ning Mansion. I'll wait for you outside."

Hearing this, Ci Song smiled and nodded. Mo Yao thought of going with him. After all, Mo Yao was wearing a bright red Confucian robe. It was really inappropriate to appear at the funeral scene. At the very least, he would be criticized. If he was criticized again, If someone recognizes his identity, I'm afraid his reputation in Zhongzhou will not be very good in the future.

"If there is any danger, just shout and I will appear by your side immediately." Ci Song warned Mo Yao.

"good."

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There was a solemn atmosphere in the Ning Mansion, with white flags fluttering and the death bell ringing. As a wealthy person in Zhongzhou City, the funeral arrangements for the eldest lady in the mansion were naturally extremely grand. A mourning hall had been built in the mansion, and Ning Rong was placed in the middle of the mourning hall. Rong’s spiritual place.

On both sides of the mourning hall, the servants of the Ning Mansion cried until their tears dried up. The maids and old women in the Ning Mansion also knelt on both sides. Servants of the Ning Mansion in white mourning clothes kept entering the mourning hall to burn paper for the coffin, place tributes, and worship Ning Rongrong. The sandalwood in the incense burner burned slowly, emitting a faint fragrance.

In the middle of the mourning hall, there was a figure kneeling in hemp and white hair. From the back, at first glance, it looked like an old man, but Duanmu Qingcang looked carefully and found that his back was straight and more familiar. This person turned out to be Bai Ye?

But his hair, why...

After Duanmu Qingcang walked in, he came to Bai Ye's side silently. He saw Bai Ye kneeling in the center of the mourning hall, facing Ning Rongrong's spirit tablet, with an expressionless face and empty eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

The young woman lying quietly in the coffin had a peaceful face, as if she was just asleep.

Duanmu Qingcang didn't say anything, he just came to Bai Ye and knelt down. He understood how sad Bai Ye was at the moment. Some things didn't need words to express. In just a few days, Bai Ye's black hair had turned as white as snow, and the whole person looked much older.

Duanmu Qingcang bowed three times to Ning Rongrong's spirit tablet. This was the most painful thing in the world. The thousands of words he wanted to say turned into a sigh when they came to his lips.

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