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

In a courtyard of Ning Mansion, Bai Ye was lying quietly on the bed, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was a trace of residual blood at the corner of his mouth.

Duanmu Qingcang stood beside the bed, releasing his talents to heal Bai Ye's wounds.

After half a stick of incense, Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes, looked at Duanmu Qingcang, and said with a wry smile: "You saved my life again."

Duanmu Qingcang put away his talent and said calmly: "There is no need to be polite between you and me."

"I'm worrying you again this time." Bai Ye sighed.

"We are close friends, I'm not worried about you, who am I worried about?" Duanmu Qingcang looked at Bai Ye's look, feeling a little distressed, "Since some things have happened, don't think about them anymore. People can't be resurrected after death, so we should mourn and accept changes. "

Bai Ye was silent for a moment, and then said: "It is recorded in the "Ten Continents" that in Yingzhou, there is a god's fairy grass, and there is jade, which is thousands of feet high, and the spring is like wine, and it tastes sweet, so it is called jade. Body spring. Drinking several liters of it will make you drunk, and you will live forever.

There are people who are hundreds of years old. In the palace in the golden mountains of Yingzhou, there is a bright moon pearl, three inches in diameter, which shines on the palaces and also on the hundreds of valleys, showing the power of gathering souls. Mortals who die but still have lingering thoughts can gather these beads, condense them into shape, and then mold their bodies to be reborn. "

"Now that I have integrated the immortal bones into Rongrong's body, as long as I find the Moon Pearl, it will be possible for Rongrong to be reborn."

"Bai Ye, what are you going to do?" Duanmu Qingcang suddenly noticed a trace of determination in Bai Ye's eyes, "Shizhou disappeared into the world thousands of years ago, and now even a semi-saint can't find it. Where are the ten states? Don’t have any more illusions.”

Bai Ye did not respond to Duanmu Qingcang, but continued: "There are strange creatures in the mountains of Zhongzhou. They are called fairy-seeking fireflies. They bloom faintly in the dark night. Their lifespan is extremely short, and they often only last for a few seconds. In the blink of an eye, although the firefly is tiny, it can illuminate the road ahead and guide the direction. " "Even if Shizhou has really disappeared from the world, I will still find it. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will not give up. ”

Duanmu Qingcang suddenly reached out and grabbed Bai Ye's shoulders, looked into his eyes, and said: "Bai Ye, please wake up. Are you going to give up your future for a dead person? You have already done a lot for her. , that’s it.”

Bai Ye broke free of Duanmu Qingcang's hand, turned his back and said, "I know my own affairs."

"Is it worth it for you to give up your future for a dead person?" Duanmu Qingcang asked loudly.

Duanmu Qingcang couldn't understand why Bai Ye's obsession was so deep. In his opinion,

Bai Ye has already exhausted all benevolence and righteousness. Yin and Yang are separated. Life, separation and death are the normal state of life. Why should we be so persistent.

The most important thing is that if Bai Ye really goes to find the disappeared Yingzhou, it means that he will give up his cultivation of literature and art, and will face unimaginable suffering along the way. As Bai Ye's friend, Duanmu Qingcang cannot bear to Seeing him injured, he didn't want to see Bai Ye give up his good time and waste his talent.

"There is no resurrection from the dead, it's time for you to wake up."

Bai Ye's body trembled slightly, he was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Everyone has someone they want to protect, and for Rongrong, they will pay any price."

"Even if it means losing your own future? Even if it means sacrificing your own life?" Duanmu Qingcang asked loudly.

Bai Ye didn't speak, just stood silently in front of the window, looking into the distance.

Duanmu Qingcang took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and said: "Bai Ye, I respect your decision, but I still hope you don't let yourself get into trouble. You have to know that you are not just Ning Rongrong's wife. , he is also the elder brother of Yan Sheng Academy and the future successor of Confucianism.

You have your responsibilities, your future, and your way. If you really want to find Yingzhou and give up everything to protect a person who has passed away, your life will be full of regrets. "

Bai Ye didn't speak, but looked firmly into the distance.

Duanmu Qingcang continued: "I understand your feelings for Ning Rongrong, but there are some things that you and I can't touch. The reincarnation of heaven, the impermanence of fate, life and death, destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, and people cannot be resurrected after death. This is the world. The rules, no one can change them.”

"Bai Ye, I hope you can think calmly and don't do something you regret because of impulse."

"I think even Rongrong doesn't want to see you give up yourself for her."

Bai Ye was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I know my responsibilities, and I know what I should do. I will not give up."

Duanmu Qingcang sighed and said: "If you really make up your mind, I won't stop you, but I hope you remember that no matter what decision you make in the future, I will stand by your side and support you. ”

Bai Ye nodded and said, "I know."

Duanmu Qingcang stretched out his hand, patted Bai Ye's shoulder and said, "You should rest for a while first. It won't be too late to make a decision after you recover from your injuries."

After that, Duanmu Qingcang left Bai Ye's room, while Bai Ye fell into deep thought. No one knew what he was thinking. "

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On the other side, Ci Song and Mo Yao returned to Yan Sheng Academy together. Everything in the academy was as usual. Students were coming and going, discussing Confucian classics or poems and songs. It was a quiet and peaceful scene, and Ci It was no different when Song Song came to Yan Sheng Academy on the first day, but Ci Song himself felt as if he was in another world.

Perhaps the experience during this period was too exciting. He seemed to have experienced the ups and downs of life. He sat casually under a pavilion in the academy, recalling his three months of hard training, the change of mentality, and the various deeds he experienced in the battle between heaven and man, and still felt a little magical.

Now he is just a freshman who has been enrolled in Yansheng Academy for less than half a year, but he has experienced many things that he should not have experienced. He suddenly felt a little emotional. The growth brought by his experience in the past six months far exceeded the eighteen years on Blue Star. When he was on Blue Star, he was a nerd who only knew how to read. He was immersed in books every day. He had never really come into contact with this society. He knew almost nothing about human relationships and did many things for granted.

He was lucky. He was lucky to travel through Ci Song, with the cost of trial and error and the opportunity to constantly correct himself one after another, as well as the uncles who were really willing to guide him. If he had been in a remote place when he first traveled through, perhaps he would still be just a mediocre person now.

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