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

Ci Song slowly raised his right hand, and a strong suction force was released in his palm, pulling the martial arts student who had just raised the questioning voice in front of him, and then slapped him hard.

Snap!

The loud slap sounded, along with the sound of broken bones.

The student who was slapped collapsed weakly in Ci Song's hand, with five clearly visible finger marks on his face, and his tooth sockets collapsed.

"Ah!!!"

The young student wailed in pain, but Ci Song ignored him and looked at other martial arts students.

"Don't you like to whisper? Keep talking."

"Ci Song, you are so presumptuous!"

The teachers of the martial arts academy had also come to the square at this time, and saw Ci Song's unscrupulous actions, and they were furious.

"Ci Song, you are so unscrupulous and arrogant. I, Han Guo, will definitely not sit idly by!"

"Really?"

Ci Song looked at the martial arts teacher with a look of disdain in his eyes. "If Uncle Shang Han knew that the academy he had taught before actually let a Jinshi be a teacher, would he be very sad?"

"You!"

The martial arts teacher did not dare to attack Ci Song because of Mr. Han's face, but Han Yan said at this time: "Goodness is born like spring, and evil dies like autumn, so we should persuade with all our strength and enjoy it to the fullest. This is called the harmony between the upper and the lower. I have already reminded you, and I have said all. I don't want to get involved in the rest of the things. Wuliang, you stay, I will go back first."

After that, Han Yan slowly let go of his hand, turned around and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Father, brother, this matter has nothing to do with the literary academy, you should not get involved in this matter."

Shang Wuliang sent a message to his father Shang Ming and his brother Shang Wuqing.

"Brother, are we really going to let Ci Song go like this?" Shang Wuqing said unwillingly.

"We Legalists are already highly valued in Korea, and we are indeed a bit arrogant, which is why Ci Song treats us Legalists so badly. I think if we let Ci Song do this, I am afraid that our Legalists will be disappointed in the future."

"Brother, don't you think that our Legalists and Confucians are very similar now?"

After Shang Wuliang finished his voice transmission, he changed the topic and talked to Shang Wuqing about the cause of Ci Song's farce today.

On Ci Song's side, the Legalist disciple he held in his hand had lost his life, and his body was thrown to the ground by Ci Song casually.

"Why, Mr. Han is gone, and you don't dare to attack me. Is this the only courage you have in your martial arts academy?"

Ci Song took out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood in his hand, looked at the group of martial arts teachers in front of him, and said jokingly.

"You... you are going too far!"

In a tense atmosphere, an old man was furious, his talent was surging, and he was obviously extremely angry. This man was the old dean of the martial arts academy who had retired behind the scenes. He was already 500 years old this year, and his cultivation was only a Hanlin, and his life was almost over. He stared at Ci Song, as if he was about to take action.

At this time, a middle-aged man in official uniform suddenly appeared in the crowd, and his appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention. This middle-aged man had an extraordinary demeanor, and his eyebrows revealed majesty, which made people dare not underestimate him. He released a coercive force to shock everyone present. His surging talent gathered into a cloud behind him, which was the cultivation of a great scholar.

"King Han has ordered that the dispute between the two sides today ends here. Those who violate it will be executed immediately."

The middle-aged man's words were low and powerful, as if there was an irresistible force. His words echoed in the air, making everyone feel an invisible pressure. The old man's face became even uglier when he heard this.

"Why, you Wuyuan are not convinced? Sure, if you want to attack Ci Song, then from the moment you attack, Wuyuan will no longer have any relationship with South Korea."

"Even if the butcher Ci Qibai brings his friends to South Korea in the future and wipes out the entire Wuyuan, South Korea will not protect it."

The middle-aged man spoke very toughly, and continued: "By the way, I remember that your Wuyuan's previous dean Shang Han has now become a good friend of Ci Qibai. If you really hurt Ci Song, will Shang Han attack Wuyuan?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became weird, and the originally noisy noise also completely calmed down the moment the middle-aged man finished the last sentence.

"You guys, you really should all be sent to Tianguan to let you see what the real world is like."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and turned away.

"Junior Brother Ci, let's go back to Hansheng College. Yang Wude is just like his name, he has no morals, and he dares to act so arrogantly because his uncle is the dean of the martial arts college."

"He died in your hands today, which can be regarded as a good ending."

Shang Wuliang looked at the corpse on the ground and said to Ci Song.

"Okay, after all, I am not a person who kills innocent people. I am in a good mood today, so I will spare their lives."

Ci Song waved his hand, then walked to Mo Yao and Zhuang Diemeng, held Mo Yao's hand, and said softly: "Let's go back. It's been a long time since we last met. Let's have a good chat."

"Okay."

Mo Yao nodded obediently, and then followed Ci Song and left this place of trouble together.

Shang Ming looked at the square that had been mostly destroyed and sighed. Ci Song alone could turn the civil and military academies upside down. Even the senior brother, the second senior brother and the dean of the martial academy were involved, but Ci Song left safely.

Such a farce happened today, perhaps it can really make the students of the Legalist School realize that the current Legalist School is really not worth mentioning in front of the Confucian School.

On the other side, in Han Sheng College, Wang Linger and Ning Pingan sat opposite each other and drank tea together.

"Brother Ning, I remember you said a few days ago that I looked young, but you are much younger than me now. You are a real young man."

Wang Linger looked at Ning Pingan with some joking. Ning Pingan's hairstyle and clothes made him look more refreshing and neat. In addition, Ning Pingan's handsome face really looked very youthful.

"It's not like you don't know me. I only dress like this when I'm traveling. I still look like an old man at other times."

Ning Ping'an didn't care about Wang Ling'er's teasing, but picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of tea, "It seems that Mo Yao has inherited the one of Confucius' music."

"Yes, Yao'er's talent is better than I thought. It only took her four months to learn the one of Confucius' music. In the future, Yao'er can rely on Confucius' music to summon thousands of immortals and decide the fate of the world." Wang Ling'er's tone was full of pride.

Ning Ping'an nodded slowly, and then asked: "Mo Yao has already broken through to the Jinshi, so what is her question about the world?"

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