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

Ci Song shook his head slightly and shrugged helplessly, "After thinking about it, there is always something that doesn't make sense."

"What's wrong?"

Ningpingan looked at the disciple in front of him and asked.

Ci Song put the long sword into the scabbard and replied, "Teacher, do you think there is a possibility that Ci Yang wants to protect me, so he urges me to leave to avoid accidents?"

"Why do you see it?" Ning Ping'an asked.

Ci Song Chuanyin said: "When I have been in contact with him these past two days, I can clearly sense the changes in his personality. When there are no people from the City Lord's Mansion around him, his personality is easy-going and plain, and he has no intention of communicating with me. But when there are people from the City Lord's Mansion around him, especially in front of Ci Mingxin, his character becomes extremely arrogant and arrogant, which seems to be intentional. "

After hearing this, Ning Ping'an had a weird smile on his face, "You mean, this Ci Yang is also deliberately pretending to be a playboy? Just like you before?"

"I do have this feeling. This is what makes me confused. I pretended to be a dude because I realized that someone wanted to harm me, so I pretended to be a dude to make those people relax their vigilance and avoid being poisoned. But Ci Yang didn't Similarly, he is already the eldest son of the City Lord's Mansion and the next City Lord. There is no need for him to pretend to be a dandy, let alone in front of Ci Mingxin, because even if he is a dandy, given his status, Ci Mingxin cannot be right. How about him."

Ci Song asked the servants in the mansion about Ci Yang and learned that Ci Mingxin had seven sons. The most beloved of them was Ci Yang, born to the eldest lady in the mansion. Only Ci Yang had the surname of Ci Mingxin, and the other six sons Those who took their mother's surname were sent to the army by Ci Mingxin to guard the border. In Ci Mingxin's own words, only Ci Yang was worthy of the surname given by his adoptive father.

Ci Yang has been held in the palm of his hand since he was born. He has never been wronged in the slightest, let alone his life in danger. Everyone in the City Lord's Mansion calls Ci Yang the Young City Lord, which is enough to show his status in the City Lord's Mansion.

"Yes, then why do you mean it?" Ning Ping'an looked at Ci Song teasingly and asked with a smile.

"Could it be that Ci Yang found out that his father was a bad person? He wanted to destroy his relatives for justice, so he pretended to be a playboy in front of his father and deliberately hid in order to bring his father down one day?

Ning Ping'an crossed his hands and put them on his chest. He smiled and asked Ci Song, "If it were you, would you choose righteousness and choose to point the sword in your hand at your family?"

Hearing this, Ci Song quickly shook his head and waved his hand: "Teacher, frankly speaking, I can't do it. I am very selfish. To put it bluntly, I just help my relatives but not take care of them. After all, if something happens to me, my relatives will be the first to do it." help me."

"Then do you think Ci Yang can be made?" Ning Pingan asked.

"Definitely..."

Ci Song stopped mid-sentence and did not continue.

"It still needs training."

Ning Ping'an sighed, Ci Song still experienced too few things, his execution ability was sufficient, but he lacked judgment.

"Xiao Song, are you getting up so early to practice sword practice?"

Ci Mingxin's voice came from outside the square. Ci Song and Ning Ping'an turned around and saw Ci Mingxin walking towards them with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Xin." Ci Song said to Ci Mingxin.

I saw Ci Mingxin handing several wanted orders to Ci Song: "Xiao Song, I have found out the identities of those murderers. They are all wanted criminals in Xizhou City. They were responsible for yesterday's attack. You are It has done us a great favor in Xizhou City and eliminated one disaster."

"Yeah?"

Ci Song received the arrest warrant and took a quick look. These seven people were all criminals who committed major crimes in Xizhou City and were wanted by the city lord's palace. Among these seven people, the smallest one had a reward of three thousand taels of silver, and the largest one had a reward of ten thousand taels. Two pieces of silver.

"By the way, Xiao Song, this is the silver reward you deserved yesterday."

Ci Mingxin took out several banknotes from his arms and handed them to Ci Song.

"Uncle Xin, I..."

"Xiao Song, you are doing harm to the people, and you deserve this." Ci Mingxin forced the banknote into Ci Song's hand.

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was that my cousin killed two of the seven gangsters yesterday, so you should give these two to your cousin, not me."

With that said, Ci Song took out a few silver notes and returned them to Ci Mingxin according to the reward amount of the wanted order.

Ci Ming looked at the banknote in his hand and sighed, "Oh, if this boy Ci Yang has half the character of yours, I would be relieved. It's my fault, I dote on him too much."

"A father loves his son as much as the rain and dew nourish the grass and trees. How can he blame him for the lack of luxuriant growth?" Ci Song replied.

After hearing this, Ci Mingxin smiled and nodded, "What my nephew said is indeed the truth."

"Uncle Xin, do you have anything else to say?"

Ci Song continued to ask, after all, sending the bounty would not require Ci Mingxin to come in person, so Ci Song guessed that he had other things.

"That's right, our Xizhou City holds an event every year at the beginning of spring.

The Xizhou City Spring Hunting Conference lasts for three days. The young people in Xizhou City will participate together. It can be regarded as an activity to cultivate sentiments and cultivate one's character. Are you interested in participating, nephew? Ci Mingxin said with a smile.

"Spring Hunting Conference?"

Ci Song lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded and agreed: "It doesn't hurt to go for a while."

"Where is nephew Ning Xian? Do you want to go?" Ci Mingxin turned to ask Ning Ping'an.

"Me? I can't ride a horse, so I won't participate. By the way, will Master Ci Yang go?" Ning Ping'an asked.

"He was arrogant yesterday and went out without a guard, putting Xiao Song in danger. I won't let him go this spring hunt. Let him reflect on it at home." Ci Mingxin replied.

Ning Ping'an smiled and said, "That's perfect. I learned some swordsmanship from Grandmaster Ning. I see that the young city lord is also a swordsman. I will discuss swordsmanship with him tomorrow. How about it?"

Ci Mingxin heard this, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "Really? Nephew Ning, are you really willing to practice with Ci Yang?"

"I can't eat and drink for free when I come here. Although my swordsmanship is average, I think I can still learn some true teachings." Ning Ping'an replied.

"Okay, okay, then I'll thank my nephew Changsheng here."

Ci Mingxin was in a good mood for a while. After all, the young man in front of him was the descendant of Ning Ping'an. The swordsmanship he learned must have been inherited from Ning Ping'an's vertical swordsmanship. If he was willing to teach Ci Yang a few moves, it would be of great benefit to Ci Yang now.

Then he looked at Ci Song and said, "Then let the guards take you to the hunting ground outside the city tomorrow morning. Don't worry, I swear on my life that you will not encounter any danger during this spring hunt."

. . . . . . .