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

Zhong Bo returned to the Saint Tower of Zilu Academy, and the middle-aged man from the Master's Hall appeared on the main seat at some unknown time.

"Guan Qi, are you sitting in that seat?"

Zhong Bo said with obvious anger in his tone, staring at the middle-aged man fiercely.

"Zhong Bo, you'd better know what you're talking about. If I hadn't helped you back then, you would be just an ordinary scholar now." Guan Qi sneered, with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

"Guan Qi, you are just a domestic dog with a foreign surname raised by the First Master's Palace. Do you really think you can be on an equal footing with me by being with a half-saint?"

Zhong Bo's eyes flashed with cold light, looking condescending.

"I, Zhongbo, am the eleventh generation grandson of Saint Ziluya. What flows in my body is the blood of Saint Ziluya. You are a relative, but you are just clinging to the luck of the times and are short-sighted. Do you really think that you are a relative?" Are you a member of the First Master Hall?"

Zhong Bo continued, with a bit of disdain in his eyes, as if he regarded Guan Qi as an ant.

"You..." Guan Qi's face suddenly turned red when Zhong Bo said it right.

"Get off your seat."

Zhong Bo shouted coldly again. He was already very angry because of Zhong Qi's incident, but now he actually saw an outsider who didn't know the heights of the world sitting in the position of dean of Zilu Academy. It was simply an insult to Zilu Yasheng.

"Zhong Bo, don't bully others too much." A sinister look flashed in Guan Qi's eyes. Although he was just a mouthpiece of the First Master's Palace, he was still a literary giant after all. Although he was not as good as Zhong Bo, he was not someone who could be criticized. Bullying at will.

"Too much bullying? How can you taint the position of dean of the academy!"

Zhong Bo stepped forward, and the temperature in the entire hall dropped a few points. He exuded a powerful aura, which was so oppressive that Guan Qi could hardly breathe.

Guan Qi was shocked. He felt that Zhong Bo's aura was more powerful than the last time he took action. He even vaguely felt the Dao Fruit's aura. Could it be that Zhong Bo was about to break through to the semi-saint level?

"Zhong Bo, don't forget that although you are the direct grandson of Zilu Yasheng, your current achievements are all due to the gift of the Master Palace. Don't think that just because you are the dean of Zilu Academy, you can do whatever you want. "

Guan Qi said bravely. He knew that Zhong Bo did not dare to touch him. After all, he was also a member of the First Master Palace and had a big mountain behind him to rely on.

"Do whatever you want? You think too highly of yourself. Who do you think you are? How dare you point fingers in front of me?"

Zhong Bo's eyes turned cold, and a powerful aura instantly filled the entire hall, shrouding Guan Qi, and then lifted him to the ground.

"You must understand that Zilu Academy is not a subordinate force of your First Master's Palace. This is Zilu Yasheng's academy."

"Sage Ziluya opened Zilu Academy to pass on knowledge, not to train slaves for your First Master Palace."

"Although I, Zhong Bo, work for the First Master Palace, it does not mean that Zilu Academy is a vassal of your First Master Palace!"

Zhong Bo said coldly that although he was grateful to the Master Palace, he would not allow anyone to tarnish Zilu Academy.

Guan Qi got up from the ground in embarrassment, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he had already made up his mind. After returning to the First Master's Hall, he must report the matter and let the First Master's Hall come forward to punish Zhong Bo.

"Zhong Bo, don't be too happy, this matter won't end so easily." Guan Qi said fiercely.

Zhong Bo glanced at Guan Qi with disdain and said, "If you want to cause trouble for me, Zhong Bo, I have to see if you have the qualifications."

"Guan Qi, don't bark in front of me easily in the future, I can crush you to death at any time."

Zhong Bo raised his hand and waved, and an invisible force instantly sent Guan Qi flying out, hitting the wall of the hall, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You..." A trace of panic flashed in Guan Qi's eyes. He didn't expect that Zhong Bo would actually dare to take action against him.

Zhong Bo slowly walked to the main seat, picked up a brocade handkerchief from the table, and gently wiped the seat where Guan Qi was sitting just now. There was a bit of disdain and contempt in his eyes, as if the seat had been stained by relatives.

When he was almost done wiping, Zhong Bo didn't sit down. He just put the seat back under the table. Then he turned to look at Guan Qi and said, "Tell me what you want to see me for today."

Zhong Bo looked at Guan Qi with a bit of disdain and disgust in his eyes.

"You..." A trace of resentment flashed in Guan Qi's eyes, but he held it back. He knew that he was no match for Zhong Bo at this moment, and he didn't want to anger Zhong Bo anymore.

"Zhong Bo, I came here on orders from the First Master's Palace to ask you to deal with Ci Song and kill him at any cost." Guan Qi said slowly, trying to keep himself as calm as possible.

"It seems that the result of this battle between heaven and man has also reached the ears of the Master Palace. Are you half-saints afraid that another word will appear?" Zhong Bo sneered and continued: "I already know about this, you Just go back and resume your life.”

Seeing that Zhong Bo was about to see off the guests, Guan Qi immediately said: "Wait a minute, the half-saints from the First Master's Palace also said that the soul of the saint may be one of the ways to break through. They asked you to inquire more about Bai Ye's whereabouts. If you can , captured him alive."

"Capture Bai Ye alive?" A trace of doubt flashed in Zhong Bo's eyes, and an extremely terrifying guess suddenly emerged in his heart, but he still suppressed it.

"I can only provide you with Bai Ye's whereabouts, but I will not take action against Bai Ye. As the dean of Zilu Academy, I cannot attack a student." Zhong Bo responded.

"It's up to you. If you can catch Bai Ye, the gentleman promised that he would help us break through the sub-sage realm."

After that, Guan Qi left the room, leaving Zhongbo alone looking at the gray sky outside the window.

"The saints are not stagnant in things, but can move with the world. The world is turbid, why not stir up the mud and stir up the waves? Everyone is drunk, why not feed on the dregs and drink the sour? If I need to sacrifice other people's lives in the future to break through the sub-sage realm, I would rather give up."

Zhongbo sighed in his heart, then turned his head to look at the seat of the dean of Zilu Academy, sighed deeply, and said to himself: "Teacher, if you haven't retired yet, can you point out a clear way for Zhongbo?"

Since Zhongbo took over the position of the dean of Zilu Academy, he has never sat on the dean's seat, and he knows he is not worthy.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the atmosphere in the room gradually returned to calm, but Zhongbo's face was extremely serious.

"Forget it, let's leave this matter to Cang'er. It's time for him to go out for a walk."

While speaking, Zhongbo picked up ten bamboo slips with ten names written on them. Each name represents a direct disciple. The names on them are all students in the academy who took the initiative to petition Zhongbo and were willing to go to Yansheng Academy to be slaves.

Zhongbo carefully observed the names on them, then selected a bamboo slip and changed the "Jun Yi" on it to "Zhong Cang".

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