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

"Brother Ci Song, we haven't seen each other for half a year, right?" Mo Yao, who was in Ci Song's arms, said softly.

"Yes, it has been six months and seven days since we separated."

Ci Song lamented that in the past six months, he had spent most of his time on the road. Although the speed of the ox-cart was much faster than that of the horse-drawn carriage, the Tianyuan Continent was too large. He had not come to Korea until not long ago. The capital of the country.

"It's been a long, long time. Let's not be separated from each other in the future, okay?"

Mo Yao raised her head and looked at Ci Song, her eyes full of love.

"Yes." Ci Song gently stroked Mo Yao's head, his eyes full of endearment.

"Wow, Ci Song, your wife is really beautiful."

Zhuang Diemeng's voice came from behind Ci Song.

When Mo Yao came back to her senses, she saw a girl who was a head shorter than herself but extremely handsome. She had long pure white hair and a pure white robe, which made her look particularly cold, but the girl behaved Showing a completely different temperament from what you wear.

The girl was standing on tiptoes, trying hard to see her face clearly.

"Who are you?"

Mo Yao lowered his head and looked at Zhuang Diemeng, with a bit of confusion in his tone.

"My name is Zhuang Diemeng. I come from Taoism. Dao Ziling is my brother." Zhuang Diemeng introduced himself.

Mo Yao left Ci Song's arms and extended her hand to Zhuang Diemeng to show her kindness, "Hello, I'm Mo Yao. Thank you for helping Brother Ci Song just now."

Hearing this, Zhuang Diemeng shook his head in embarrassment, "Actually, all this is my fault. If I hadn't suddenly had a whim and wanted to come here for a visit, perhaps what happened today wouldn't have happened."

"Hey, Ci Song, the two guys from Han Sheng Academy are already here. You can handle the matters here by yourself."

Ci Song turned his head and he didn't know when Wang Ling'er had come to his side. Then Wang Ling'er said: "My disciple is now a Jinshi. You have to take good care of her. If you dare to bully her, even my two Big brother can’t protect you either.”

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ling'er came to Mo Yao's side, and her tone became gentle, "Yao'er, I have done what I said, and I brought you to see Ci Song. You have to practice hard, you know Yet?"

"I understand, teacher." Mo Yao nodded quickly.

"Okay, I'll leave first."

After that, Wang Ling'er's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, but before it disappeared, Mo Yao caught a glimpse of her teacher's eyes staying on Zhuang Diemeng.

"Yao'er, you and this little girl chat first, I will handle today's matter."

"good."

Ci Song stepped forward again, looked at the many Legalist students present, and said to Shang Ming: "Dean Shang, what do you Legalists want to do with me today?"

"According to our Legalist rules, anyone who causes trouble and kills people will be punished with lingchi." Shang Ming said slowly.

"So?" Ci Song looked at Shang Ming and said calmly.

"So I suggest that the poem should be sent to Song Dynasty in order to rectify the voice of Legalism."

The Legalist students in the liberal arts college behind Shang Ming all shouted loudly.

"Really? Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Ci Song stretched his head to look at the Legalist disciple and said, "You dare to touch a hair on my head today. Believe it or not, tomorrow Daliang Kingdom will prepare for a national war with South Korea!"

As soon as these words came out, people who knew Ci Song's identity realized that Ci Song was not just a simple Confucian student, he was the son of King Yi of Daliang, a man who was famous in Tianyuan Continent.

But the only people who know the truth of the matter are Shang Ming and Shang Qingqing. In Korea, only Han Sheng Academy appears in the list of heaven and man. The other four academies are not qualified to participate in the battle of heaven and man. Shang Ming and Shang Qingqing are also From Shang Wuliang, he learned that a young man named Ci Song had defeated him, so he searched specifically for Ci Song's identity, and found out that this young man was actually the son of Ci Qi Bai.

It can be said that the reason why these Legalist students dared to have such a bad attitude towards Ci Song was because in their view, Ci Song was just a Confucian scholar with excellent talent but arrogant words.

"Returning the country to war? Do you think you are the royal family of Daliang, and you will declare war when you say war?" a martial arts disciple roared.

Hearing this, Ci Song had a look of confusion on his face. He thought he could calm everyone present with just one sentence, but he didn't expect that these Legalist disciples didn't seem to know his identity?

"My dear friend Ci, let's just let this go for today, how about that?"

The old voice reached the ears of everyone present, and they saw Shang Wuliang helping Han Yan to walk into the crowd. =

"Mr. Han."

After everyone present saw Han Yan, they all made way for him and saluted him.

"Little friend Ci, although I don't know the whole story, I believe that you did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. I think someone must have made a mistake in what happened today."

Mr. Han slowly walked to Ci Song and said to Ci Song.

Shang Wuliang looked at his younger brother and Shang Ming, sighed slightly, and then stopped looking at them.

"Since Mr. Han said so, let's just pretend that what happened today never happened." Ci Song nodded in agreement.

But when the students from the martial arts academy heard this, they were immediately unhappy. They didn't understand why Mr. Han, a highly respected man who had always protected his shortcomings, would choose to help a Confucian student.

"Did I hear wrongly? Mr. Han actually wants to help that kid?"

"Is this boy related to Mr. Han as brother-in-law?"

"Then our dean, how will the death of senior brother and second senior brother be counted?"

. . . . . .

The students from the martial arts academy began to communicate in low voices, and Ci Song heard their voices clearly. He also understood that the students from the martial arts academy were just a bunch of stupid young people who didn't even know their identities.

"Mr. Han, it seems that these martial arts students don't really want to reconcile. They really won't shed tears until they see the coffin."

Ci Song joked with Han Yan.

Han Yan just smiled slightly and said: "There is no way, after all, their generation is used to being arrogant in Korea, just like the tiny frogs in the deep well, thinking that what they see through the narrow wellhead is the entire sky. , when did I, a Legalist student, degenerate into this? That’s all, little friend, as long as this matter does not affect the national war, you can do whatever you want. "

Ci Song heard endless disappointment from Han Yan's words. He slowly turned his head and looked at the students of the martial arts academy. He said in a tough tone: "You guys really don't know what is good or bad. Are you staying in a small place like Korea?" I’m used to it, and I feel that Legalists are heaven, and anyone who offends your Legalists will be severely punished, right?”

"Then I will be the first to break this routine today. Since Mr. Han has said everything, I will break your day today!"

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