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

When the young man saw Ci Song's puzzled look, he understood everything in an instant, and then asked: "This young man doesn't seem to be a local, right?"

"Yes." Ci Song nodded.

"Well, young man, our caravan not only accepts coins, but also gold and silver. You can give me ten taels of gold for this piece of cloth. Of course, the measurement of these ten taels must be carried out according to Korean standards." The young man said.

"Then weigh it yourself. If it is not enough, I will make up for it."

After that, Ci Song took out thirty taels of gold and handed it to the young man. The young man weighed it with his hand and smiled: "Young man, here are thirty-four taels. I will give you some."

The young man took out a few gold from his purse and handed them to Ci Song.

"Young man, see if there is anything else you want to buy." The young man shouted immediately.

"Let me take a look."

Ci Song turned his head to look at Zhuang Diemeng who was still in a daze, stretched his hand in front of her, and snapped his fingers at him.

"What's wrong? What are you daydreaming about?"

"Hmm?"

Zhuang Diemeng came back to his senses, then shook his head gently and said, "Nothing, I'm just thinking about something."

"What is it?"

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, they treat all things as straw dogs; saints are not benevolent, they treat the people as straw dogs."

Zhuang Diemeng blurted out and asked again: "Are our actions today the same as heaven and earth, and the same as saints?"

"You really know how to flatter yourself, comparing yourself to heaven and earth and saints, you have such a big face. As the saying goes, the highest good is like water, water is good for all things but does not compete, it stays in what everyone hates, so it is close to Tao. Live in a good place; have a good heart; be good with heaven; speak truthfully; do things well; act at the right time. Only by not competing, there is no blame."

Ci Song also answered Zhuang Diemeng's question with the words in the Tao Te Ching.

"Hey? How do you know the famous sayings in my Taoist Heart Sutra? Are you a Taoist disciple, or am I a Taoist disciple?"

Zhuang Diemeng turned his head, and his eyebrows were wrinkled into a "chuan" character. If Ci Song hadn't said that Zhuang Ya was now in his house, Zhuang Diemeng would have directly regarded Ci Song as a spy and executed him.

"The secret of heaven cannot be leaked." Ci Song pretended to be profound.

"Tsk, you are so young, why are you pretending to be mature."

Zhuang Diemeng snorted coldly, turned his head with a pout, and looked at the goods. Ci Song didn't say much, and he also began to select some goods.

It must be said that the caravan may not be so popular in other countries, but it is very popular in South Korea, which emphasizes agriculture and suppresses commerce.

The people of South Korea don't see such a rich variety of goods on weekdays. Even if those goods are expensive, they are happy to spend them crazily.

Zhuang Diemeng bought a lot of things, such as cloth, jewelry, and some messy gadgets, and spent three hundred taels of gold.

She naturally didn't have that much money, so she took out the magic weapon to exchange with Ci Song. Ci Song only spent 300 taels of gold and got three magic weapons from Zhuang Diemeng, namely a jade pendant, a bracelet and a sword tassel, all of which belonged to the defensive type.

Except for the jade pendant, the bracelet and the sword tassel were all selected by Ci Song from Zhuang Diemeng's jade pendant. When Ci Song saw that there were at least hundreds of magic weapons lying in Zhuang Diemeng's jade pendant, Ci Song finally understood that this little girl was indeed a "treasure", and these magic weapons were magic weapons that could only be used for the Juren realm.

"Let's go, you are happy with your purchases, how about we go somewhere else to have a look?"

"Okay!"

Not long after Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng left, when they walked to a street, a group of men in purple robes who looked to be around 26 or 27 years old blocked Ci Song and the others at the corner of the street.

"You guys, you've been following Ci Song all the way. Do you want to attack me, a Confucian student, in this imperial capital?"

Ci Song looked at the people in front of him with contempt, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Boy, I heard that you defeated Shang Wuliang and became famous in Han Sheng Academy."

One of the young men questioned Ci Song.

"That's right."

Ci Song admitted it directly. According to the clothes of the young men, they looked like students from Han Sheng Academy.

"A little Confucian student is so arrogant. Today, we will teach you a lesson on behalf of the academy."

Another young man stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. The purple talent on his body was looming, and he looked like he was about to explode.

"Okay, we came here today to invite Confucian students to exchange ideas. Why do the students of your martial arts academy look like barbarians?"

A young man in a purple robe walked in front of everyone. He was handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and he was 80% similar to Shang Wuliang.

Another young man in a purple robe stepped forward. He was also wearing a purple robe, but its style was closer to a training suit than a long gown worn by scholars.

"Yang Wude, it seems that you really don't have any brains. Have you forgotten who was scared to the point of peeing his pants by my sword a few days ago?"

As soon as these words came out, the students of the Academy of Literature burst into laughter.

"Shang Wuqing, no matter how powerful you are, you are just an ordinary student of the Academy of Literature. You can't compare with your brother Shang Wuliang at all!"

Yang Wude was hit in the heart and broke down directly.

Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng on the side each held a hand of fresh dates they had just bought, quietly

watching the students of the two academies "fighting" with each other.

"I thought they were all here to pick a fight with you, but I didn't expect them to fight each other."

Zhuang Diemeng spat out a date pit with a bit of ridicule in his tone.

Ci Song nodded, spit out a date pit, and replied: "I thought so too. I was ready to fight, but I didn't expect them to fight first."

At this moment, Shang Wuqing walked forward slowly, and a wisp of red talent surrounded his body, gathering in the palm of his hand to form a blood-red talent sword.

"Martial Academy has always respected martial arts, and the strongest fighter is the martial arts academy's eldest brother. Yang Wude, do you think you deserve this title?"

"Also, the reason why I stayed in the literary academy is because our father is the dean of the literary academy. Although my talent is a few points lower than my brother, my heart is much more cruel than my brother."

Shang Wuqing stepped lightly and came to Yang Wude's side in an instant. Before he could react, Yang Wude's left little finger was cut off.

"Ah!"

Yang Wude screamed, and his whole body was full of talent because of the severe pain. In addition to the little finger of his left hand being cut off, the clothes on his left arm were torn into pieces by the talent.

"You and I cannot coexist!"

Yang Wude gritted his teeth and stared at Shang Wuqing with bloodshot eyes, "I will tell the teacher about this when I go back and let him do justice!"

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