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

"Confusing and fragmented, Ci Yang is a very contradictory person. When I met with him today, I could sense the kindness hidden in his words. Especially in front of my grandfather's tomb, Ci Yang preached to me impassionedly. If he really wanted to harm me, there was no need to say so much."

"But today we encountered someone who robbed the Tao. If I guessed correctly, these people should have been sent by him."

Ci Song sat at the table and slowly talked about the clues he had obtained today, "On the one hand, he released his kindness to me, but on the other hand, he wanted to kill me. I don't quite understand what Ci Yang wanted to do."

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an put down the tea cup in his hand and asked with a smile: "How dare you confirm that these people are sent by Ci Yang, what if Ci Mingxin wants to silence you?"

"As you said before, my uncle Xin is not an ordinary person. Even if something happens to me, he will not be under his jurisdiction. On the contrary, he will even send some people to protect me to prevent me from being assassinated by others. If he really wants to harm me, he must at least wait for me to leave Xizhou City, and before that, he must let me leave."

Suddenly Ci Song seemed to have figured out something, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Ci Yang had tried to drive him out of Xizhou City many times before. Was it to cooperate with Ci Mingxin? He drove himself out of the city, and then Ci Mingxin made a move?

And Ci Yang's impassioned speech in front of his grandfather's mausoleum before was more like a deliberate act for himself?

"No, if Ci Yang really wants to harm me, then there is no need for today's robbery. I have told Ci Mingxin that I will leave Xizhou City in seven days. Even if he really wants to harm me, he can do it. Wait until seven days later.”

Ci Song suddenly fell into a conflict. He couldn't figure it out for a while. Since Ci Yang had no need to take action, what was the purpose of today's robbery and killing?

Ning Ping'an did not give Ci Song any guidance. He brought Ci Song to Xizhou City in order to train him.

Let him face these problems independently and find the answers by himself.

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At night, in Ci Mingxin's study, Ci Yangzheng looked at Ci Mingxin with an unhappy face and said, "Father, I told you that I was not the one who ordered the robbery and murder today. It has nothing to do with me, and neither do I." Victim."

"That's enough, Ci Yang, if it weren't for you, who else in Zhongzhou City would have the courage to rob and kill the young city lord?"

Seeing this, Ci Mingxin was immediately furious. He looked at his son in front of him and shouted sharply.

"I told you it wasn't me!"

Seeing this, Ci Yang became excited and retorted loudly.

"Then who do you think it will be?"

Ci Ming looked at his son in front of him heartily, and threw out a piece of paper in front of Ci Yang, and said sternly: "Do you really think you can hide it from me? I have already checked the identities of those assassins. Come out and see for yourself!”

Ci Yang was stunned for a moment, looking extremely shocked.

"Do you really think that if you fish out a few death row prisoners from Xizhou Prison and let them dress up as assassins to assassinate Ci Song, I won't be able to find out?"

"I..."

Ci Yang was suddenly speechless. He looked at his father in front of him with a look of shock, as if he didn't expect that his father would find out so clearly.

"Ci Yang, I know that you are not angry in your heart and have deep opinions about Ci and Song Dynasties, just like I do about Ci Qi Bai. We are different from them. They are superior literati who can enter the five major academies and truly integrate into the world of literati. Mohists who are detached from the secular world, and even if we are talented and can enter the realm of literature and art, we will always be secular people, unable to get rid of the shackles, and can only struggle in this world of mortals, so you put away your little thoughts, I don’t want you to You're going the wrong way."

Seeing this, Ci Mingxin scolded Ci Yangdao.

"Yes, father." Ci Yang lowered his head and said slowly.

"Father, that Ci Song..."

"I know what you are going to say, Ci Yang, put your little thoughts away. Ci Song is not as simple as you think. Think about it, Ci Qi Bai's children all died before the age of ten and died among saints. Curse, only Ci Song survived. He must have more trump cards than you think, and he is also a direct disciple of Ning Pingan of Yan Sheng Academy. Ning Pingan even sent his juniors to protect Ci Song. You know this What does it mean?"

Ci Mingxin interrupted Ci Yang's words and asked and answered: "It means that as long as something goes wrong with Ci Song, our entire city lord's palace will be buried with Ci Song! Ning Ping'an came to me before because he suspected Ci Qi Bai. The death of this child is related to me, so Ciyang, I hope you won’t do anything stupid.”

"I see."

Hearing this, Ci Yang nodded somewhat dullly, then looked up at his father and asked softly: "Father, does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Ci Mingxin did not answer Ci Yang's question, but just sighed and then changed the subject, "Anyway, from now on, you are not allowed to have any other thoughts about Ci Song. At least in Xizhou City, nothing can happen to him. You understand. ?"

Seeing this, Ci Yang was slightly startled, nodded slowly and said, "I understand, father."

"Um."

Seeing this, Ci Mingxin nodded, then waved his hand and said: "Okay, you can go out."

"yes."

Ci Yang stood up slowly, then turned and left the study.

Looking at his son's leaving figure, a hint of gloom flashed across Ci Mingxin's face, and then he said to himself: "If Ci Song was still that dude, everything would be much easier to handle."

In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song and Ning Ping'an were sparring in the martial arts field again. The two of them went back and forth, seemingly evenly matched.

This shocked Ning Ping'an. The swordsmanship he used today was no different from yesterday, but when he fought with Ci Song today, he obviously felt a little strenuous. Ci Song's progress was far greater than he imagined.

A flash of sword light flashed, and Ci Song's expression suddenly changed. The long sword in his hand flew out, and Ning Ping'an's sword finger directly touched his eyebrows.

"That's it for today."

Ning Ping'an slowly sheathed her sword, looked at Ci Song, and said.

"It seems that your talent in swordsmanship is higher than I thought. No wonder my senior brother praises you generously in front of me. You deserve his praise."

Ci Song rubbed his shoulders slightly, walked to the edge of the martial arts stage, and pulled out the long sword, "Teacher, why do I feel that I am weaker than yesterday? Yesterday, I could still take hundreds of your moves. Today, it has only been five." After ten moves, I couldn’t resist it.”

"I deliberately raised my standards to make the gap between you and me wider and wider, so you lost faster today." Ning Ping'an slowly explained.

"By the way, have you figured out what happened yesterday?"

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