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

The crowd watching the sword energy in the sky was full of shock. Most of them also saw the battle between literati for the first time. They were amazed by the power of He Wei's writing.

"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, and no traces of people disappear in the thousands of paths."

Ci Song slowly chanted "Snow on the River". Along with the sound of chanting, the pedestrians around felt that their bodies seemed to be eroded by a chill and couldn't help shivering.

"Huh? It seems to be snowing?"

Some of the onlookers found that there was heavy snow in the sky. The snowflakes fell from the sky, fell on the ground, and fell on the pedestrians. The whole world became white.

"What's going on?"

Everyone looked up and saw thick clouds in the sky, covering the original scorching sun.

At this time, the gray-black sword energy released by He Wei instantly solidified one foot away from Ci Song. Then, amid the exclamations of the crowd, the several black sword energies instantly collapsed and dissipated into nothingness, and the snow also drifted on everyone present.

"Impossible!"

He Wei saw that his attack was easily broken by Ci Song, and a look of horror appeared on his face, "This, could this be?"

"An old man in a straw hat and raincoat is fishing alone in the cold river snow."

After Ci Song finished reciting the war poem, he immediately inserted the Shuihan Sword into the ground. The biting cold air was instantly released from the body of the Shuihan Sword. He Yun and more than a dozen other guards of the Taiwei Mansion were shrouded in the cold air and were instantly frozen. Everyone's expression and appearance remained the same as before they died.

Even the people around were attacked by the cold air and couldn't help trembling all over.

"Is this, is this still a human?"

"Is this the power of a scholar? Can he change the weather at will?"

"Isn't Ci Song an unlearned dandy? How could he master such a terrifying power?" The snow had stopped, and all the guards of the Taiwei Mansion were frozen and turned into ice sculptures. Everyone present was in great shock, staring at Ci Song blankly, with fear and shock that could not be concealed.

"I've said it before, this young master was dormant before. If someone didn't want to assassinate this young master, how could this young master pretend to be a dandy?"

Ci Song's voice reached the ears of everyone present, and everyone present looked at Ci Song in a daze. At this moment, Ci Song was like a god descending from heaven, so dazzling, and they also heard a very explosive news from Ci Song's words.

Someone actually wanted to assassinate the son of "General Ren Tu"? Ci Song deliberately disguised himself as a dandy in order to save his own life!

"Uncle Li, have some people move this ice sculpture away. If it blocks the road, it won't be good."

Ci Song put away the Shuihan Sword, returned to the carriage, and said to the driver.

"Don't worry, young master, I will have someone to clean it up."

The driver had a smile on his face. What Ci Song did today would surely spread throughout Zhongzhou. By then, the general's mansion would secretly add fuel to the flames, and his young master's title of "dandy" would be completely washed away.

The driver drove the carriage around and returned to the general's mansion. The onlookers gathered in front of the ice sculpture and looked around carefully. After all, this was the first time they had seen such a scene in their lives.

"It turns a living person into an ice sculpture in an instant. Is this the power that talent can trigger?"

"Is what Ci Song said before true? Then you have been pretending to be a playboy all these years?"

"A tiger father will have a dog son. I know that General Ren Tu's child cannot be an ordinary playboy."

In the crowd of onlookers, people kept exclaiming. They were really shocked by the power shown by Ci Song, and this ice sculpture became a tourist attraction for everyone to watch.

At the same time, in the Taiwei Mansion, Taiwei Mo sat in the main hall, drinking tea quietly, looking contented.

"Father, He Wei is dead, and the twelve guards we sent were also killed." Mo Quan walked quickly to the main hall and said to Taiwei Mo.

Taiwei Mo did not show any surprise on his face. He just put the teacup on the table with a faint smile on his face.

Seeing that his father seemed to have known about it, Mo Quan looked a little puzzled, "Father, you don't seem surprised?"

"Why are you surprised? There are many talented people in the Ci family general's mansion. How could He Wei, a mere scholar, survive?" Mo Taiwei said indifferently.

"Father, could it be that you deliberately let He Wei stop Ci Song for the purpose of..." Mo Quan did not finish his words.

"That's right. He Wei is arrogant and can't be used for a big job. I asked him to go to Korea to find the Legalists. What did he do? He actually told me that the Legalists were arrogant and unwilling to negotiate with my Taiwei Mansion? If I hadn't deliberately sent someone to follow He Wei secretly and learned that he was just enjoying the romance in Korea a few days ago and had no contact with the Legalists, I would have been deceived by him."

The tone of Taiwei Mo was full of disdain, "It's ironic that a scumbag like He Wei can reach the level of a Juren in terms of literary cultivation."

"So my father asked him to take a few guards to stop Ci Song's carriage after He Wei just returned to the Taiwei Mansion, in order to eliminate He Wei with the help of the General's Mansion." Mo Quan had guessed all his father's thoughts at this moment.

Taiwei Mo picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and a gloomy look appeared on his face, "Originally, I thought of letting him die outside directly, but thinking that he was at the level of a Juren and his literary cultivation was not too low, I let him play some of his remaining heat."

"The General's Mansion is violent in the street and kills the guests of the Grand Marshal's Mansion. If it gets out, it will certainly lose the support of the people. At that time, the king will certainly punish the General's Mansion because of the public opinion in Zhongzhou." Grand Marshal Mo analyzed with a smile.

Mo Quan sighed slightly. His father's idea was indeed very good. If He Wei really died in the hands of the guards of the General's Mansion, it would definitely cause an uproar. At that time, his father only needed to incite a little to trigger the condemnation of Zhongzhou. In the end, King Liang would be forced to hold the General's Mansion accountable. At that time, even if King Liang defended the General's Mansion again, the reputation of the General's Mansion would be frustrated again.

This is indeed a good calculation, but unfortunately, the premise of all this is based on the fact that the person who took action is the guard of the General's Mansion, not Ci Song.

"Father, you miscalculated."

Mo Quan showed a bitter smile on his face. His father was too smart this time.

"Miscalculated? What miscalculated?" Grand Marshal Mo showed a puzzled look on his face.

"He Wei and those guards died at the hands of Ci Song. Now the rumor has spread all over Zhongzhou City that Ci Song summoned snow with one sword and froze dozens of people."

"Pah."

The teacup in the hands of Lieutenant Mo fell to the ground and shattered.

"Are you telling the truth?" Lieutenant Mo's face was pale and his eyes were full of shock.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

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