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

Ning Ping'an explained with a smile, and then whipped the ox cart to go out of the city.

"Teacher, you are dressed like this, but it is a bit..."

"What?"

Ning Ping'an turned his head to look at Ci Song, with a faint smile on his lips.

"A bit of a compromise?"

"That's not what I meant. I just think that the teacher looks too much like a young man when he is dressed like this."

Ci Song hurriedly explained, fearing that the teacher would think he was mocking him.

"Your father once wrote a poem, one of the lines is: Dead trees still have spring, so why can't people grow young?"

Ning Ping'an said lightly, turned his head, and played a melodious flute.

The flute sounded melodious, and it seemed that all things were growing, and there were romantic flowers, and young men were walking around with swords.

Ci Song listened attentively, and gradually became intoxicated by the sound of the flute. The two of them looked like this, which naturally attracted the attention of passers-by. After all, Zhongzhou City is the capital of Daliang State, and it is very prosperous, and there are few such scenes.

"This young man's flute sounds so beautiful?"

"Looking at his appearance, I'm afraid he is not married yet. Let's go and ask him."

"The other boy sitting on the ox cart is also very handsome."

There were many people near the city gate, and Ning Ping'an's flute sounded melodious, which soon attracted a group of passers-by to watch. The passers-by were talking about it. Many people thought that Ci Song and Ning Ping'an were performing artists, so they gave them rewards and threw silver and gold characters on the ox cart.

"Teacher, let's go."

Ci Song was a little embarrassed. He never thought that the teacher would leave the city in this way.

"It's okay. We are traveling around the world, unrestrained and free."

Ning Ping'an played the flute while driving the ox cart out of the city. He didn't seem to care about the discussions of passers-by.

"I didn't expect the teacher to have such a side."

Ci Song found that he didn't know his teacher very well. This time, he could get to know his teacher better.

Soon, the two left the Zhongzhou city gate and drove on the official road.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

Ci Song sat on the swaying oxcart and turned to look at Ning Ping'an.

"Korea borders Daliang, so the first stop is naturally Korea, and I'll go to pay tribute to an old friend of mine."

Ning Ping'an leaned against the haystack behind the oxcart, holding a dogtail grass he got from somewhere in his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, looking relaxed and comfortable.

"Teacher, do we need to visit the other six countries on this trip?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Not really. We'll go wherever the oxcart takes us. If the oxcart takes us to Yunmeng Mountain, I'll take you to pay respect to your master."

Speaking of this, Ning Ping'an smiled and said, "I haven't been back for a long time. I wonder if the teacher has ascended to the fairyland or is living a carefree life somewhere."

Ci Song looked at the young man Ning Ping'an in front of him and always felt a little uncomfortable. After all, his teacher usually looked like a majestic old man, giving him the impression of being serious and unsmiling. I didn't expect that he would be so casual and free in private.

But think about it, Ning Ping'an was already famous in the world when he was young. He was a famous peerless swordsman on the mainland. His style was unparalleled. Now that he has returned to his youth, his mentality will also change.

"By the way, didn't my senior brother prepare a lot of simple-looking clothes for you? Take some time to change the clothes you are wearing now. If you encounter a robber, I won't help you."

Ning Ping'an turned his head to look at Ci Song and reminded him.

"You are my teacher. If you don't help me, who will? You have to recognize this relationship, right?" Ci Song also joked with Ning Ping'an.

"Then let's make a gentleman's agreement. During the trip, you and I will temporarily sever the master-disciple relationship."

Ning Ping'an put his hands behind his head, leaned back on the haystack, and covered his face with a hat.

"Ah?"

Ci Song never thought that Ning Ping'an would say such a thing. Is this really his teacher? Has he changed? Is this the legendary "contrast?"

"Ah, what? From now on, you can call me Brother Ning. I'll take a rest. You watch the cows and don't let him lead us into the ditch."

"Oh."

Ci Song nodded, then looked carefully at the road ahead, and observed the scene outside Zhongzhou City.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen the scene outside Zhongzhou City up close. There were many people coming and going on the official road. Of course, it was far worse than the scene inside Zhongzhou City. There were also travelers riding tall horses and foot merchants carrying bags, all walking slowly. The ox carts swaying on the official road became a different kind of scenery.

In his previous life, Ci Song liked to watch the bustling crowds, watching those people busy and running around, with joys and sorrows, and joys and sorrows. Perhaps this is life.

"Huh?"

Ci Song noticed that a group of carriages and horses dressed as messengers were coming towards him. The outermost layer was dressed as Daliang soldiers. They were heading to Zhongzhou City. The messenger carriages were all planted with blue flags with a large word written on them, but Ci Song did not know what the word was.

"Teacher, no, Brother Ning, can you see what the word is on it?"

Ci Song called out to Ning Ping'an, who was looking for him.

Ning Ping'an removed the bamboo hat covering his face, revealing one eye. He turned to look in the direction Ci Song was pointing. When he saw the words on the flag, he frowned slightly, and then whispered: "It's Qi." The envoys of the country, and Daliang's army protected them in the center. It seems that they have concluded an alliance with Daliang. "

"Making a covenant?"

Ci Song suddenly remembered that one of the methods used by the King of Qin in the previous life to conquer Liuhe was to make friends with distant vassals and attack closely. He first used diplomacy to make good friends with distant vassal states to avoid making too many enemies, and in exchange for time to eliminate the vassals bordering his own territory. This principle not only provided a solid strategic foundation for Qin to annex the six countries one by one and finally unify the world.

"Has Daliang already begun to implement the strategy of making friends from far away and attacking at close range at this time?" Ci Song murmured in his heart.

"Speaking of which, as the son of a king with a different surname in Daliang, if war comes, you will definitely fight on behalf of Daliang."

After that, Ning Ping'an put the hat back on and continued to sleep on the haystack.

"War?"

Ci Song responded and continued to look at the carriages and horses in the distance.

As the two teams of carriages and horses got closer and closer, Ci Song could clearly see the surroundings of the messenger's carriage. The soldiers in Daliang stood straight and looked straight. They were obviously the elite among the elite.

"Teacher, if Daliang really forms an alliance with Qi, will the countries neighboring Daliang agree?"

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