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

After the dinner, the guests left the City Lord's Mansion one after another, leaving only Ci Mingxin, Ci Song, Ci Yang and Ning Ping'an in the hall.

"How was the dinner today? Is my nephew Ci Song satisfied?" Ci Mingxin looked at Ci Song and asked with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Xin, you are too polite. I feel really bad for such a grand dinner." Ci Song replied.

"Since my nephew can come to my house as a guest, I will naturally treat him well."

Ci Mingxin waved his hand, then sighed slightly, and continued: "Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for so many years. The responsibility is on me. As your uncle, I have to compensate you well."

"How about this, I will let Ci Yang take you around the city tomorrow, and then go to worship your grandfather?"

When Ci Song heard that he was going to worship his grandfather, he immediately agreed, "Then I will trouble Uncle Xin."

"If my nephew needs anything, please let me know, and Ci Yang will definitely do his best." Ci Mingxin said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ci Yang stood up from his seat, walked to Ci Mingxin, and bowed, saying, "Father, I have a few words to say to my brother..."

"Sit down."

Ci Mingxin interrupted directly, "This matter is settled. You take Xiao Song around tomorrow. You do whatever he says. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Ci Yang nodded reluctantly, then turned around and left the hall.

"Xiao Song, I am a little drunk today, so I won't accompany you and nephew Ning."

Ci Mingxin patted Ci Song's shoulder and turned to leave the hall.

Ning Ping'an and Ci Song returned to the courtyard together. On the way, Ci Song talked to Ning Ping'an about what he saw and heard tonight.

"Teacher, Ci Yang is not simple." Ci Song took the lead in speaking.

"Oh? What did you see?"

Ci Song observed Ci Yang tonight and found a callus on the base of his right hand, which was formed when he practiced sword for many years. The reason why Ci Song judged that Ci Yang practiced sword, not other weapons, was because the callus on his hand was exactly the same as Ci Yang's.

"He has a callus on his right hand, and he is also a sword practitioner, but he uses his left hand to hold chopsticks, and he deliberately hides his callus. If not, I would not have noticed this detail."

"Also, although his eyes seem gloomy, his behavior is weird, and he seems to be deliberately suppressing his emotions."

"Such behavior obviously means he has something to hide."

After hearing Ci Song's analysis, Ning Ping'an continued to ask: "What do you think of Ci Mingxin?"

"Ci Mingxin is very cunning, and his emotions are not revealed on his face. He is meticulous. Today, he performed flawlessly, and I can't see his flaws yet." Ci Song replied.

"It's normal that you can't see through him. He has lived for more than 80 years. His experience, cunningness, and thoughts are not what you can spy on now." Ning Ping'an said.

"So I plan to start with Ci Yang. Going out for fun tomorrow is a good opportunity." Ci Song responded with a smile.

"Since you have already thought about it, it's up to you tomorrow." At this point, the two have returned to the courtyard, where the moonlight is strong.

"I'm tired, you should rest early."

After saying that, Ning Ping'an also turned around and left, entering another room.

In the courtyard, only Ci Song was left. He looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and the expression on his face flickered.

. . . .

The next morning, the sound of cocks crowing sounded, and the sky gradually brightened.

Busy sounds rang out in the city lord's mansion. The servants were busy cleaning the courtyard, and the maids were busy preparing breakfast.

"Young master, it's time for breakfast."

The maids brought the breakfast into the room and placed it on the table.

However, no one answered in the bedroom. When the maids went in again, they found that Ci Song was not in the room.

Then a servant walked into the room and said to the maid: "The young master went to the martial arts field to practice sword early in the morning. You go to prepare a bathtub and boil some hot water for the young master to bathe after he comes back."

"Yes."

At this time, Ci Song and Ning Ping'an walked into the martial arts field of the City Lord's Mansion. The layout of this martial arts field is very similar to the martial arts field in his own general's mansion, but the area is much smaller.

Ning Ping'an was sitting in the martial arts field at this time. He was wearing a gray robe today, holding an unknown long sword in his left hand, and practicing with Ci Song.

Ci Song held the Hanguang Sword in his left hand and fought with Ning Ping'an. Ning Ping'an used the "vertical" sword method that was simplified a hundred times. Unlike the "horizontal" sword method that emphasizes winning by force, the vertical sword attacks the momentum in order to seek the truth, which is the closing.

The vertical sword method emphasizes lightness and erraticness, floating outside the visible and fitting into the invisible, so there is a saying "vertical sword floating absolutely", which is different from the "horizontal" sword method, which is a combination of hardness and softness, hardness in softness, and hardness and softness. The vertical sword is mainly soft, emphasizing lightness and erraticness, but there is also hardness in softness.

When the two fought, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the robes were flying, the sword shadows were like the wind, the sword moves were vertical and horizontal, and the offensive was like a tide.

Ci Song held the Han Guang Sword, his body was agile, and he responded with basic sword moves. Ning Ping'an responded with the "vertical" sword method, his body was erratic, the sword shadows were like the wind, and each sword stopped just an inch in front of Ci Song, but this inch was just enough to force back Ci Song's offensive.

"I lost again."

Ning Ping'an easily defeated Ci Song's offensive again, and the long sword in his hand was only an inch away from Ci Song's throat.

"Don't be discouraged. You have just started practicing the left-hand sword. Some habits will subconsciously follow the right-hand sword's way of drawing the sword. This needs to be corrected slowly."

Ning Ping'an put the long sword in his hand into the scabbard and continued: "When you can really use the left-hand sword as freely as the right-hand sword, you can start to learn the real vertical sword method."

The next words Ning Ping'an chose to transmit the voice to tell Ci Song, "The vertical sword is free, coming and going suddenly, the vanity steals the breath, the true meaning is generated, the qi runs through the whole body, the mind is focused on one point, the man and the sword become one, and the self and the object are forgotten. This is the vertical sword. Even if your father Dear, it took nearly twenty years to master the vertical and horizontal sword techniques. "

"So you still have a long way to go, just learn slowly."

"Yes."

Ci Song nodded seriously, with fighting spirit in his eyes. Just when he was about to say something, he heard a mocking voice from behind:

"I didn't expect that a dignified young general would practice swordsmanship early in the morning. It's really eye-opening."

After hearing this voice, Ci Song slowly turned around and saw Ci Yang holding a long sword, standing at the entrance of the martial arts field, with a hint of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

Then he slowly walked onto the martial arts stage, stood with a sword, looked at Ci Song quietly, and said: "Ci Song, do you dare to compete with me? How about just competing in swordsmanship?"

"Are you going to compete in swordsmanship with me?"

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