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

"You are Mr. Ning's disciple. Normally, I can't talk to you about the family affairs of the General's Mansion. But when I was young, I was fortunate enough to be taught several sword techniques by Mr. Ning. He had a great influence on me. Zhi De, so although there are some things that I can’t explain clearly, I can give you some hints about what happened between Ci Yang and Ci Mingxin’s father and son.”

Li Qingge rode his horse and said to Ci Song who was sitting in the carriage.

"Ciyang is a very kind child. His admiration for your father and your grandfather made him hang his head and prick his buttocks every day, and work hard. But he is indeed above the arts and does not have much talent until Even when I was fifteen, I didn’t realize the existence of talent.”

Hearing this, Ci Song asked curiously: "How old is cousin Ci Yang this year?"

"More than twenty-five."

"Twenty-five years old? Then when did my cousin become a painter?" Ci Song was a little curious.

"Sixteen years old."

Li Qingge smiled, and then his tone became emotional, "I know that you are Mr. Ning's disciple, and you are also the son of Ren Tu. There is no doubt about your talent. But if young Ci Yang can practice swordsmanship as soon as possible, maybe the talent is not in you." under."

"Yeah?"

Ci Song did not expect that Li Qingge would give Ci Yang such a high evaluation.

"Yes, when Ci Yang was fifteen years old, due to lack of talent in literature and art, he chose to abandon literature and pursue martial arts and practice swordsmanship. After only one year of practicing swordsmanship, he mastered ink with the sword, which is enough to show Ci Yang's talent in swordsmanship.

Li Qingge sighed, as if regretting, "If Ci Yang had practiced swordsmanship since childhood, he might have been able to use swordsmanship to enter one of the five major academies to experience the real world of literature. Why stay in this small city lord's mansion."

"I started painting at the age of sixteen, and reached the level of scholar at the age of twenty-five. Hey, it looks like my cousin is indeed very talented."

Ci Song sighed in his heart. He thought that Ci Yang's talent was average. Now it seems that he had preconceived the idea. After all, the first impression Ci Yang gave him at the beginning was that of a playboy.

"Young Ci, there is something I want to tell you. Of course, this is not a lecture, it is just a reminder. I hope you don't find me verbose." Li Qingge continued.

"Sir, please speak."

"The Ancient Classics in the Four Books and Five Classics says: The whole world is the land of the king, and the shores of the land are the ministers of the king. This sentence applies to ordinary people, and it is true, but it cannot restrain you. Anyone who can enter the Five Courts Those are all transcendent from the world, and people in the future will

It shines with the sun and the moon, and coexists with all living things. They disdain worldly things and overlook the world. This is indeed the case. "

Li Qingge's tone was a bit helpless, "So a genius like you will definitely choose to be born in the future.

But Ciyang is different. Ciyang grew up in a general's mansion since he was a child, and has always been taught to serve the court and honor his ancestors. His dream since he was a child is to follow the footsteps of his father and the ancestors of the Ci family, to be loyal to the country and to honor his family. "

"Sir, do you think I came to the City Lord's Mansion this time to compete with Ci Yang?" Ci Song said with a smile.

"Whether to fight or not to fight is not yours alone. I think back then, your father also said not to fight. But in the end, everyone in the world knows that the words of the God of War are in vain, so who can remember the words of the God of War?"

At this point, the carriage has arrived at the door of the City Lord's Mansion, and Li Qingge also said to Ci Song: "Major General Ci, the City Lord's Mansion has arrived, it's time for you to get off the car."

Ci Song walked out of the carriage, took a deep look at Li Qingge, and then turned around and entered the general's mansion.

When Ci Song returned to his room, Ning Ping'an was already waiting for him in the room, but he was playing with a piece of warm jade in his hand, with the word "Ning" engraved on it.

"How do you feel about Spring Hunt?" Ning Ping'an asked first.

"It's okay. If I hadn't been spoiled by a few guys today, maybe I wouldn't be back until tomorrow."

Ci Song sat on the chair and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Teacher, what sword techniques have you taught Ci Yang these days? The vertical sword technique?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"No, I broke all his bones." Ning Ping replied calmly.

"puff."

As soon as Ci Song drank the tea in his mouth, he spurted it out. He didn't expect that his teacher would attack Ci Yang after he had been away for three days?

"Teacher, did Ci Yang speak rudely to you, so you taught him a lesson like this?"

Ci Song was obviously shocked by Ning Ping'an's methods. After all, this was also Xizhou City and Ci Mingxin's territory.

"No, this boy is open-minded and eager to learn, has no bad intentions at all, and is extremely talented in swordsmanship. He is the person with the highest talent in swordsmanship among his peers that I have ever seen, except for you." Ning Ping'an explained.

"Then why did the teacher break his bones?" Ci Song was a little confused.

"Although his talent is good, he was too old when he was practicing swordsmanship. His bones were already set and he missed the best age for practicing swordsmanship. I broke his bones and muscles to help him and develop his swordsmanship talent even more." Thoroughly." Ning Ping'an explained.

"It seems that Ci Yang's talent is really good, and you can actually do so much for him." Ci Song nodded and said.

"It can only be said that the world has indeed changed. In our era, anyone who could reach the state of Juren before the age of thirty was enough to become a genius. But among today's students, any one of them in our era is enough to be called a genius. It's great. It's a pity that even though today's students are very talented, it's lucky to have one literary genius among a thousand people." Ning Ping'an sighed.

"Teacher, what kind of era is the era you are talking about?"

This was the first time Ci Song heard Ning Ping'an talk about his past.

"In that era, hundreds of schools of thought contended, and hundreds of rivalries contended. There were countless swordsmen, Dharma ministers, flying swords, and giants in the rivers and lakes. Hundreds of schools of thought in the temples each had their own ideas for governing the country. The situation in the world was turbulent. People are panicking.”

Ning Ping'an slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside the window, "In that era, there were sword masters in the mainland who cut the river with one sword, there were Dharmamen who moved the stars to fight, and there were giants who made all the heavens angry with them. Trembling, but above the temple, hundreds of schools of thought are contending and planning. "

Ning Ping'an's tone was a bit sad, "It's a pity that nowadays, the way of education is changing and the literature is declining day by day. It is difficult for anyone to become a saint. In order to get closer, most of those old people chose to invest in the first step." In the master’s palace, we are looking for ways to break through.”

"Ahem, these are not accessible to you now. Calculating the time, it's almost time. We will set off tomorrow, leaving Xizhou City and heading east."

Ning Ping'an adjusted her emotions and said to Ci Song.

"Teacher, are we leaving now?"

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