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

"Teacher, are we leaving now?"

Ci Song was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the teacher would let him leave. He didn't find out anything.

Ning Ping'an disagreed and said, "I told you that I brought you here to visit relatives, not to check for anything. Now that seven days have passed and the relatives have almost left, it's time for us to set off."

"ah?"

"What's so good? Let me ask you, even if you know that Ci Mingxin is related to the deaths of your brothers, what can you do?" Ning Pingan looked at Ci Song and asked.

"Of course to avenge my brother, I kill someone to pay for my life." Ci Song replied without thinking.

"Having said that, have you ever thought about it? Ci Mingxin's identity is the lord of Xizhou City and concurrently the Ci Family General. These are the positions your grandfather held back then, and his supporters are also your grandfather's old troops. If you really kill him, what will your grandfather's old men think?"

Ning Ping'an's words made Ci Song fall silent. He really hadn't thought so much.

"What's more, Ci Mingxin may not really be related to the deaths of your brothers. Even if it is related, can you ensure that there are others behind him? Can you find out? Even if you find any clues, then you Can we ensure that the person behind him will not prepare a back-up plan for Ci Mingxin?"

Ning Ping'an asked Ci Song speechless with a series of questions, and he also knew that he did not think too much about what he did.

When Ning Ping'an saw Ci Song lowered his head, he consoled him: "I don't blame you for this. After all, you follow my senior brother most of the time. My senior brother has always been a reckless and wanton person, and he always does things Depending on your temperament, it will inevitably lead to you developing some bad habits.”

"That's why I take you on a trip to hone your character.

Let you see the prosperity of this world and feel the differences in warmth and coldness in this world, so that you can grow better. "

Ci Song was slightly startled by Ning Pingan's words. He raised his head and looked at Ning Pingan, his eyes full of gratitude, "Teacher, thank you for your teaching."

In Ci Yang's bedroom, Ci Yang's body had almost recovered. This was not only due to Ning Ping'an retaining a trace of talent in Ci Yang's body, which allowed him to recover so quickly. In just three days, the broken bones The recovery is almost complete.

Ci Mingxin looked at Ci Yang lying on the bed, his eyes full of distress, but he also knew that the young man named Ning Changsheng severely injured him in order to help Ci Yang and reshape his bones.

"Dear, I want to kill that Ning Changsheng, I want to kill him!"

Ci Yang had a painful and ferocious expression, his hands gripped the sheets tightly, as if he wanted to tear them apart, and his eyes were full of resentment and anger. "shut up!"

Ci Mingxin shouted angrily and interrupted Ci Yang's words. He looked at Ci Yang with disappointment in his eyes, "Do you know that Ning Changsheng beat you seriously to help you reshape your bones? His intention was not to hurt you."

"I know!"

Ci Yang roared, his eyes filled with anger, "Of course I know, but why should he help me? Who is he? Why should I accept his favor?"

"What do you want?"

Ci Mingxin looked at Ci Yang, his eyes also full of anger, "Are you going to take revenge on that Ning Changsheng? Are you going to kill him? Do you know that he is a descendant of Ning Ping'an, and everyone in our City Lord's Mansion has joined us Get up, can you block Ning Ping'an's sword?"

"I……"

Seeing that Ci Yang was speechless, Ci Mingxin looked at Ci Yang and said earnestly, "What you have to do now is not to take revenge on him, but to take good care of your body. You will thank him in the future."

After saying that, Ci Mingxin gently stroked Ci Yang's head, then turned around and left Ci Yang's room.

After Ci Mingxin left, Ci Yang's expression returned to normal. He was lying on the bed. Under the bed was a swordsmanship book given to him by Ning Ping'an.

. . . . . .

In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song and Ning Ping'an got on the ox cart again, and Ci Mingxin personally came to the gate of the city lord's mansion to see Ci Song off.

"Xiao Song, immortal nephew, why don't you stay here a little longer?"

Ci Mingxin looked at the two people on the oxcart and said some words of caution.

"Uncle Bu Xin, Brother Ning and I have other things to do." Ci Song replied.

Hearing this, Ci Ming did not try to persuade you to stay, but said, "In that case, how about I send the city guards to escort you for hundreds of miles?"

"Uncle Xin, with Brother Ning here, even a strong man at the Jinshi level cannot pose a threat to us, so I won't bother you." Ci Song continued to refuse.

"In that case, I wish you a safe journey."

Seeing Ning Ping'an's agreement, Ci Mingxin did not insist. He cupped his hands and said a blessing, and then watched Ning Ping'an and Ci Song leave thinking about the direction of the city gate.

As soon as the carriage left Xizhou City, Ning Ping'an burst into laughter.

"You kid, you didn't forget to set a trap for Ci Mingxin before you left."

"Teacher, it is essential to be on guard against others. If after we have traveled hundreds of miles, a strong person who exceeds the Jinshi level 'occasionally' wants to take action against us, it will prove that Ci Mingxin really wants to harm me. If he had been more cautious, Even if we wait until we reach the next resting place, we will send someone to take action, but as long as the person who takes action has a higher level than a Jinshi, this word Mingxin will never be able to get rid of it. "

Ci Song leaned his head back on the haystack and expressed his thoughts, "Since we can't find anything from them, we might as well use ourselves as bait to see who will jump out. Then we can follow the clues and find some clues."

"Finally, you have put some thought into it. This alone is much better than my senior brother."

Ning Ping'an laughed and drove the ox cart away. Ci Song closed his eyes and fell into thought. This Xizhou City was the first stop of his travels. It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings, especially when he saw that his grandfather made his mausoleum into a military tent, a sense of pride emerged in his heart.

"The green mountains are thousands of miles away, but I am worried about them.

The north wind is blowing, and the fragrance of the guest is far away.

I am cold before leaving the army, but I have no problem with my hometown.

Soul, return to your hometown, and come to serve the king with loyalty.

I will die in a foreign land, but I will leave my love to my hometown.

I will pray for you in my heart, and I will die in the mountains and rivers."

Ci Song recited this poem slowly, and his talent also surged, silently strengthening his body.

"This poem is much worse than the ones you recited before."

Ning Ping'an covered Ci Song's face with his bamboo hat and asked with a smile.

"I am just an ordinary person. It is impossible for me to recite a poem casually and become famous for generations. I have to have my own feelings occasionally."

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