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

"I still say what I said. My father is the dean of the Academy of Arts, and my senior brother is Mr. Han Yan's direct disciple. Even if I kill you today, they will not be angry with me because you are a loser."

Shang Qingqing's eyes were full of indifference, and Yang Wude in front of him seemed to be looking at a corpse.

"you!"

Yang Wude was immediately choked by Shang Wuqing's words and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Just wait, I will definitely vent my anger!"

After saying these harsh words, Yang Wude picked up his severed little finger, and then left the place with a group of martial arts disciples.

Shang Wuqing looked at the departing martial arts disciples with disdain and said, "Since uncle Shang Han left, this martial arts academy has really been in a mess."

Then Shang Wuqing turned around and looked at Ci Song, who was eating dates, and said, "Ci Song, it's you who defeated my brother twice, right?"

"That's right. Why, are you avenging Senior Brother Wuliang?"

Ci Song spit out another date core and asked Shang Qingqing.

"Hmph, although my brother is a direct disciple of Han Sheng Academy, his heart is too weak. I think he must have been merciful when he fought with you a few days ago."

Shang Wuqing looked at Ci Song quietly, then dispersed the talent in his hand, and said: "Ci Song, can you go to the Academy of Arts and fight with me?"

"No, I don't have time."

Ci Song directly rejected Shang Qingwu for a very simple reason. Although Shang Wuqing looked menacing and the sword he just slashed was very handsome, his cultivation level was only at the level of Juren.

Of course it's not that Ci Song looked down on students at the same level, but no matter how strong a student at the Juren level was, he would never be his opponent, and fighting him would be a waste of time.

"Huh? Are you scared?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Shang Qingqing's eyes. He didn't expect that the man who defeated his brother would give in so easily.

"I'm just weighing the pros and cons. If you fight me, you have no chance of winning. Even if you win, you won't be able to bring benefits to our hospital. Why fight if you only lose money but don't make any profit?"

Ci Song directly took out a red date and put it in his mouth, and then walked out in the opposite direction of the crowd with Zhuang Diemeng.

"This... this guy!"

Shang Wuqing looked at Ci Song's leaving figure, with a hint of anger in his eyes. What Ci Song said just now was that he looked down on himself.

"Ci Song, let's go to the liberal arts college. Anyway, we have no other place to go now." Zhuang Diemeng, who was walking beside Ci Song, said.

Ci Song took the last date in his hand and said while chewing it: "Zuanzhuan? My fellow Taoist, do you think they are calling me to go sightseeing? They are calling me to fight, otherwise you will fight with him when the time comes. ?”

"It's not impossible. It just so happens that I also want to see the strength of students from other schools."

Zhuang Diemeng nodded, looking thoughtful.

When Ci Song heard that Zhuang Die dreamed of fighting, he immediately became interested. He liked watching women fight the most, so he nodded quickly and said: "I think it will work."

Ci Song turned to look at Shang Qingqing, waved to him and said, "We just want to go to the liberal arts academy, please lead the way."

Shang Qingqing frowned when he saw Ci Song who had changed his attitude so much. He didn't hear the conversation between Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng, and didn't understand why Ci Song suddenly agreed to him.

But before him was an opportunity to vent his anger on his brother, and he absolutely couldn't miss it.

"You guys come with me."

Shang Qingqing led the way for Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng. Soon, the two came to the junction of the entrances of the two colleges. Here was a square. The east of the square was the liberal arts college and the west was the martial arts college. The gates of the two colleges faced each other. , there is a high platform in the center of the square, which looks like the place where the liberal arts academy and the martial arts academy compete.

"I want to challenge you, right on this high platform." Shang Wuqing pointed at the high platform.

"Before you challenge me, you have to prove your strength, right? As long as you can defeat this little girl next to me, I will fight you."

"Creak, creak, creak."

Shang Wuqing clenched his fist violently, veins popped out on the back of his hand, and the joints made a crisp sound. He suppressed his anger and agreed, "You actually let a child fight with me?"

Because Zhuang Diemeng is only a little over 1.5 meters tall, at first glance he thought he was a child. In addition, Shang Qingqing’s attention was always on Zhuang Diemeng, so he thought Zhuang Diemeng was the maid or sister of Ci Song Dynasty. .

"Hahaha, Xiaonizi, he said you are a child."

Ci Song burst into laughter, while Zhuang Diemeng on the side gave Shang Wuqing a vicious look and said, "You are the child, your whole family is a child! I am already an adult!"

After listening, Shang Qingqing showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Hahaha, Xiao Nizi, if he says that to you, please don't show mercy on the stage." Ci Song said directly to Huo Huo.

"Hmph, come on stage!"

Zhuang Diemeng gently raised her feet forward, and when she was about to fall, her figure disappeared from the sight of several people, and the next second Zhuang Mengdie appeared on the high platform.

"Isn't this the Harmony with Light and Dust that Uncle Zhuang Ya used? It seems that there is indeed something in this Zhuang Diemeng."

Ci Song recognized the footwork performed by Zhuang Diemeng and murmured in his heart. The reason why he let Zhuang Diemeng and Shang Wuqing fight was not because Ci Song really wanted to watch the excitement, but because he wanted to see what stage this little girl's real strength was.

Since he has promised to take care of Zhuang Diemeng, he naturally cannot deal with her harshly, so it is difficult to test her strength. Therefore, it is reasonable to let Shang Wuqing be Zhuang Diemeng's opponent. After all, both of them are good at it. It is the cultivation of the realm of raising people.

"Um?"

Shang Qingqing looked at the people on the high platform

Zhuang Diemeng had a look of surprise in his eyes, and then the wind blew under his feet, and he also stepped onto the high platform.

"Then let me be the referee. Don't worry, I will be absolutely fair and impartial."

Ci Song below said, "I announce that the game has begun!"

Zhuang Diemeng instantly pulled out the long, thin sword wrapped around his waist, and swung three black, three white, and six sword auras in succession. Then, following the six sword auras, Zhuang Diemeng rushed towards Shang Wuqing.

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