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

Not long after Ci Song's disturbance at the Martial Academy ended, people in Daliang learned of the news, and the reactions of various parties were different.

In the City Lord's Mansion of Xizhou City, Ci Mingxin was standing in front of a very detailed battle formation diagram in front of the study, thinking seriously.

"Lord City Lord, there is an urgent secret report from the capital of Korea."

A guard walked into the study, came to Ci Mingxin's side, and handed him the letter in his hand.

"Urgent secret report? Could it be that the Korean royal family has taken action?"

Ci Mingxin took the envelope, took out the letter from it, and read it carefully. When he finished reading all the contents of the letter, his face was full of solemnity.

"In just half a year, Ci Song actually killed a Hanlin, and the one he killed was the dean of the Martial Academy, one of the five academies in Korea. The speed at which this kid grows is much faster than I thought."

Ci Mingxin sighed in his heart, and then released his own talent to crush the letter into powder.

"During this period, let the brothers practice. The days ahead will not be peaceful."

"Yes, sir." The guard nodded and agreed.

"How has the young city lord been these days? Has his literary cultivation improved?" Ci Mingxin asked immediately.

"Mr. Li said that the young city lord's realm has improved very quickly and he will be able to break through the Juren realm within this month." The guard answered truthfully.

Since Ning Ping'an helped Ci Yang reshape his muscles and bones, Ci Yang's talent in swordsmanship has only begun to show its prominence. The price of reshaping muscles and bones is not only physical pain, but also that Ci Yang's original cultivation will be completely abolished and he will have to start practicing from scratch.

It took Ci Yang only half a year to use the sword to ink again, and then his cultivation level has been rising all the way. Now he is only half a step away from breaking through the Juren realm, which is enough to show how high Ci Yang's talent in swordsmanship is.

"The young city lord has now turned over a new leaf and is specializing in swordsmanship. We are all pleased for the young city lord in the city lord's mansion." The guard said immediately.

"Well, tell Yang'er not to work so hard. He can take more rest on weekdays and not tire himself out."

Ci Mingxin was more and more satisfied with this "reformed" son. He had already decided in his heart to make Ci Yang the next city lord and his successor.

"Also, go and call Mr. Li. I have something to discuss with him."

"Yes, sir." After the guard left the study, he turned and went to the backyard of the general's mansion.

In the study, Ci Mingxin withdrew his thoughts and looked at the battle formation in front of him, muttering: "If a war really breaks out in the future, how many days can I take it down?"

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In the Saint Tower of Yansheng Academy, Yan Zheng received a letter from Gongsun Cuo. The content of the letter was everything that happened to Ci Song in the capital of Han.

Different from the simple letter received by Ci Mingxin, the content of the letter received by Yan Zheng was more detailed, even some details were described clearly.

"After only half a year of being out, this kid was able to cooperate with Mo Yao to kill a Hanlin, Ci Song, it's really amazing."

Yan Zheng put down the letter in his hand, with emotion in his tone.

"This kid must have suffered a lot outside. After all, Han Guodu is the only capital that does not allow our Confucian lecture hall to exist. It is difficult for him to find someone to help."

Meng Ruo, who was sitting next to Yan Zheng, sighed.

"If it was before, he might still talk to others about reason, but before participating in the Heaven and Man War, Ci Song was madly indoctrinated with some inexplicable views by Shi Yue, Shang Han and others. Ci Song is not a person who will suffer losses now."

Yan Zheng handed the letter in his hand to Meng Ruo and asked Meng Ruo to check it.

Meng Ruo took the letter and read it through briefly. When she read halfway, she showed a bright smile on her face.

"This kid's temperament is indeed the same as you and Brother Ci when you were young. He will kill just because of a word."

"That's Ci Qibai, I'm not like that." Yan Zheng hurriedly distanced himself from it.

"Really? I remember someone called you 'Yan Buzheng' and you almost beat him to death. Oh, I can't remember who it was. After all, it has been several decades." Meng Ruo teased Yan Zheng.

"My name was given by my parents. How can I let others disgrace it?" Yan Zheng said seriously.

"That Ci Song beheaded the person who insulted his father, which is essentially the same as your code of conduct back then."

Meng Ruo put down the letter, sighed slightly, and said: "Sometimes I regret supporting you and letting you give up the marriage between Ruo Ci and Ci Song."

"People in this world always say that parents' orders and matchmakers' words are irrelevant, but I, Yan Zheng, want to do the opposite of what people in the world say. Children should choose their own marriages."

Yan Zheng stood up and turned to look out the window, "Since Ci Song has no intention of getting married to Ruo Ci, even if we force this marriage to stay, the future will only be a separation. It is better to let go now to avoid trouble in the future."

"Yes, I feel guilty about her just like you. If I hadn't insisted on arranging this marriage, maybe Ruo Ci and Ci Song would have become excellent playmates, and everything would have been different." Meng Ruo stood up, came to Yan Zheng, and said softly.

"Maybe."

Yan Zheng nodded thoughtfully, then seemed to remember something and turned to ask: "By the way, Ruo'er, how are Zhongchou and the others doing now?"

"Zhong Qi and the kids from Zilu Academy performed very well. Perhaps the academic rules of Zilu Academy were too strict. They were a little uncomfortable at first and acted a little out of place. But in the past six months, With time, they have all adapted, especially the child Zhongqi. He said before that he wanted to stay in our Yansheng Academy. "

Meng Ruo smiled and explained the situation of the students of Zilu Academy.

"The child Zhongqi, like his father, is not actually bad in nature, but due to various external reasons, they took another path. What troubled Zhongbo back then was his literary talent; what troubles Zhongbo now is What’s sad is also talent,” Yan Zheng analyzed.

Hearing this, Meng Ruo took a deep breath and sighed: "Zhong Qi's talent is much better than Zhong Bo's back then. Otherwise, he would not have been recognized by Zilu Yasheng and passed on. It's just that he used himself and Xiao Ye to do it. In comparison, there is indeed an unbridgeable gap between the two.”

"By the way, during this period, I have been seeing the Taoist priest from the General's Mansion coming to you. What happened?" Meng Ruo asked curiously.

"The Taoist priest's name is Zhuang Ya. He was once the most outstanding genius of the Taoist Zhuang Sheng lineage, and his divination skills were even more outstanding. He came to me during this period because he calculated an extremely rare hexagram and wanted to Let me verify it for him," Yan Zheng replied.

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