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

"Brother Ning, did you sense their existence and make such a conjecture?"

Zhuang Diemeng turned to look at Ning Ping'an, a sharp flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said to Ning Ping'an.

“You can never go wrong by speculating on the facts.”

Ning Ping'an replied, which was regarded as acknowledging Zhuang Diemeng's words.

"I'm asking you, are you all deaf?" One of the men shouted loudly when he saw the silent Ci Song people.

Seeing such a bad attitude of several people, Ci Song would not look down upon them. "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing. It is knowing. You can tell everything you know, and you can't tell everything you say. If you are ignorant, why speak? If you know, Why don’t you speak? If you don’t speak, how can you know? If you don’t know, how can you speak?”

"I observe that the appearance of the three of them is dignified, and they are those who know how to look."

Faced with the arrogance and domineering behavior of the three people, Ci Song directly "quoted the classics" and "praised" them well.

"What? I don't have time to argue with you about whether you know or not. I'll ask you again, have you seen a young man wearing light blue clothes?"

The middle-aged man standing in the middle slowly released his talent, and three needles of light green talent gathered in the palm of his hand. His eyes looked at Ci Song and others with a threatening look.

Seeing this, the other two also released their talents. Their cultivation was a little weaker than the one in the middle, and they were both in the realm of second-level talents.

"No, judging from your clothes, you should be from Confucianism. Why are you acting so recklessly? I just didn't answer your question, so you are going to attack me?"

Ci Song looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who had unleashed his talent, his face full of disdain and contempt.

"Hmph, you also know that we are from Confucianism, but you still dare to ridicule us. Do you know what will happen if you anger our Confucian lecture hall?"

"If you obediently tell us the whereabouts of that sick young man today, we may be able to spare your lives, otherwise..."

"Today will be your death anniversary next year."

The three middle-aged men each said one sentence, their tone full of arrogance and threats. If they don't get an answer from Ci Song today, they will take action against Ci Song and others.

The reason why they chose to ask Ci Song and others instead of continuing to walk up the mountain themselves was because they were afraid of Xu Yu. They did not dare to confirm whether the young man they were chasing really went up Jianchi Mountain. If he really went up the mountain, , everything is in trouble.

"Confucian people are benevolent. How are you different from animals by acting like this?" Ci Song looked at the three of them and said coldly.

"court death."

As soon as the middle-aged man with the three-needle talent spoke his words, he took action towards Ci Song. His talent condensed into a long sword and stabbed fiercely at Ci Song, with majestic power.

"But you're just a mortal, and you still dare to speak arrogant words. I want to see if it's your tough words or my sword that's faster!"

With a sarcastic smile on his face, he seemed to have sealed the throat of Ci Song Ci and Song Yijian. But the next moment, his smile froze, because he found that although he released his talent and condensed it into a long sword, his long sword could not penetrate Ci Song's body.

"Is this person protected by a calligraphy treasure?"

The middle-aged man was shocked, and then quickly withdrew his talent, planning to regroup and fight again.

But the moment he regained his talent, his body suddenly leaned back uncontrollably, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother Li!"

The other two middle-aged men were shocked when they saw this, and quickly stepped forward to help the middle-aged man who was injured by Ci Song.

"Who are you! Are you a member of the Legalist family?"

One of the middle-aged men stared at Ci Song with an angry face, but there was a storm in his heart.

"I am not a student of Legalism, but what I am curious about now is your identity. Now the roles are reversed. In three breaths, tell me your identity and why you are chasing that young man. If you don't tell me, I will kill him. one person."

Ci Song walked forward slowly. He stared at the three people in front of him and slowly stretched out three fingers.

"three."

"Do you know what kind of price you will pay for offending our Confucians!"

"two."

"Even if you are a strong person in the Hanlin realm, our Confucian family will not let you go."

"one."

"you..."

The middle-aged man with three-needle talent cultivation was just about to say something when he saw a strange object suddenly appear in Ci Song's hand, pointing towards his forehead.

"bong~"

There was a loud noise, and the middle-aged man's head exploded instantly.

Blood splattered, and red and white things splashed all over the two people around them. The middle-aged man with three needle talents just fell to the ground, dying.

"you..."

The other two middle-aged men looked at their fellow disciple lying in a pool of blood in horror, their bodies retreating uncontrollably.

They never dreamed that Ci Song would dare to kill their fellow sect members directly in front of them, and also use methods they could not understand.

"Tell me who you are and why you are chasing that boy."

Ci Song stared at the two people in front of him, stretched out the three fingers of his left hand again, and began to count down.

"three."

"two."

Looking at Ci Song's cold eyes and the golden object in his hand, one of the middle-aged men spoke quickly.

"I... I said, I said, we are lecturers in the Confucian Lecture Hall. As for why we are chasing that young man, it is because he killed a student in our Confucian Lecture Hall. We are here..."

"bong~"

There was another loud noise, and the head of the speaker exploded again. Similarly, his body fell to the ground, deader than dead.

"You..."

The last middle-aged man retreated uncontrollably, but unfortunately another teenager appeared behind him and he had nowhere to retreat.

"I have a mind-reading technique that can tell whether others are lying. The man just lied, so I killed him. I hope you don't lie, tell me who you are and why you are chasing that teenager."

Ci Song stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, stretched out his left hand again, and began to count down.

"Three."

"Two."

"I say, I say, we are also lecturers of the Confucian Lecture Hall, the boy's name is Zhang Wencheng, the reason why we hunt him down is because he has a very important thing on him, and the top leaders of our Confucian Lecture Hall want it. Although the top leaders did not tell us what the boy got, according to the top leaders' instructions, we have to get a bead from the boy. So we guessed that he got the legendary Wenyun Pearl."

The man quickly said everything he knew in one breath. He was completely frightened by Ci Song's methods and didn't even want to escape.

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