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

The man on the high platform chuckled lightly, his voice was like the tinkling of a clear spring, like the sound of nature, which made people feel fresh and sweet. But then the man's voice suddenly changed, with a chill in his majesty.

"The disciple is incompetent and has made the Holy Master wait for a long time."

The man kneeling on the ground has a deep voice, which makes people feel extremely desperate just by looking at it.

"You should not apologize to me, but to those semi-saints whose lives are about to disappear."

There was a trace of disappointment in the voice of the man on the high platform, but it quickly disappeared. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to calmness.

"But fortunately, you really brought the news this time, instead of letting us down, so tell us."

"Holy Master, the Wen Yun Orb has appeared in this world. Just recently, it is now located in the Taibo Lecture Hall on the border of South Korea, and has been obtained by a young man. As for the Immortal Tower, there is still no news." The man kneeling on the ground added. He bowed and then fell silent.

"Sure enough, Kong Sheng's prediction is indeed correct. When the Wen Yun Orb appears, the world will be in chaos, alas~"

The man sighed softly, and then said: "Send some people to get back the Wen Yun Orb first. As for the Immortal Tower, even if there is no news, at least there won't be another Immortal popping out of it."

"Did that little kid Xue Fufeng cause any trouble today?"

The man kneeling on the ground raised his head slightly, and then said: "No, since the Yin Yang family sent two pilgrims a few days ago, he has become much more peaceful, and he has not done anything out of the ordinary during this period."

"Really? This little kid is very talented and talented. Even if Yan Sheng is still alive, he may not be able to surpass him. At the last moment of the change of the great road, he can integrate his own Dao fruit into the great road, thus breaking through the sub-sage realm. I can't help but feel this kind of courage."

"It's a pity that he is too undisciplined and has no ambition. It's such a waste of such a good talent."

"If it weren't for the kindness of Master, how could Xue Fufeng become the master of Confucius School in this generation?" The man kneeling on the ground spoke again.

"A benevolent person knows what he is content with but does not give anything, knows how to stop without getting angry, knows how to understand without being jealous. If I don't even have this tolerance, how can I educate the world in the future?"

The man on the high platform has his back to the ground, so his expression cannot be seen, but from his voice, you can also feel an air of pride.

"Master, you want to use your original intention to educate people, so that the world will return to Confucianism and Taoism, and complete the foundation of the holy master that even Confucius failed to complete. You are the reincarnation of Confucius! The disciples admire you extremely."

The man kneeling on the ground bowed and said extremely seriously, his eyes full of admiration.

"Xun Sheng said: 'Green, taken from blue and green from blue; ice, water is made of it and cold from water.' If this statement is applied to ordinary masters and disciples, it is okay, but my master is Confucius, and I How can we talk about it as an ordinary master and disciple?" The man on the high platform said, but there was a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"Xintong was reckless." The man kneeling on the ground quickly apologized.

"In the past, with just your words, I could punish you for the crime of disrespect, but now you have ruled the Master's Palace for many years. For the sake of Confucianism and Taoism, and for the sake of the people of the world, you have taken risks alone and traveled across the two realms of Chaos and Tianyuan. I found out the news about the Wen Yun Orb, and although I couldn’t bring it back to the Immortal Tower, the merits and demerits are equal, so I won’t argue with you.”

The man's voice on the high platform was full of majesty, making people feel incomparable awe just by listening to it.

"Thank you, Master, for your grace. Master, my disciple has something unclear. Now that the Wen Yun Orb has appeared in this world, what should we do with that chess piece?"

The man smiled slightly, and then said: "The Jewel of Wen Yun appears in this world, and the world is about to be in chaos. This is God's will and cannot be violated by human power. As for the chess piece, just put it there first and let everything take its course."

"Yes." The man replied respectfully, then stood up, turned around and left.

The man stood on the high platform, looking deeply into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

"The chess pieces have been laid out, and the next step is to wait for the chess game to begin."

"With the chaos of Confucianism, the heaven and earth will be in chaos, the sun and the moon will be in chaos, the stars will be in chaos, everything will be overturned, and everything will be in chaos."

"The stars fall to the ground, all the obsidian is covered, all spirits are destroyed, and the heaven and earth are recast."

"The fire of a firefly can start a prairie fire, but a speck of dust can collapse the universe."

"The heaven and earth are in great catastrophe, everything will die, the stars will fall, and the sun and moon will have no light."

"Chaos appears in the world, the void is uncertain, and troubled times are about to arise. I should respond to the hope of the world, practice benevolence in the world, and save the people from the water and fire."

"Teacher, since you have left such a prophecy back then, why did you leave it alone? I am my master's disciple, and I will take the holy throne of Confucianism and Taoism in this troubled world."

. . . . . .

"Today is already the seventh day, and it's finally coming to an end. This Sword Pond Mountain is really boring. Keeping here all the time, I feel like my whole body will turn into a sword stuck in the Sword Pond."

Zhuang Diemeng was lying on the lawn, looking at the white clouds in the sky boredly, complaining about his life in the past seven days.

"Keep it patient, until Mr. Xu succeeds in forging the sword, we can leave." Ci Song sat on the bullock cart, holding the inheritance book he got from Han Shengxuying in his hand, studying it carefully.

Mo Yao was sitting next to Ci Song, playing beautiful music with leaves. Ning Ping'an, with her eyes slightly closed, was lying on the haystack behind the bullock cart to bask in the sun.

"Ci Song, why don't you continue telling me the story of "Journey to the West"? Did Sun Wukong find any treasures after he went to the Dragon Palace?"

Zhuang Diemeng turned his head to look at Ci Song sitting on the ox cart and shouted at him.

"Didn't I tell you today? If you are really bored, just practice for a while. Didn't you complain before that your realm progress was slow?" Ci Song's eyes were still on the legalist classics, and he did not agree to Zhuang Diemeng's request.

"My master said that haste makes waste. When it comes to practice, you must proceed step by step and not rush for success. So the Taoist Heart Sutra can only be recited three times a day at the Juren realm." Zhuang Diemeng stretched and replied.

"I didn't expect you to listen to your master." Ci Song turned a page of the book and smiled.

"This sword is almost ready. It seems that Xu Yu really wants to make up for the mistakes he made many years ago this time." Ning Ping'an said slowly.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a clear sword sound that resounded throughout the Jianchi Mountain. A majestic sword intent instantly filled the entire Jianchi Mountain, and even the clouds and mist on the mountain were instantly cut by the sword intent.

The long swords in the sword pool began to shake one after another, and sword energy rose from the sword pool to the sky, reflecting the clouds in the sky, as if celebrating the birth of this peerless magic weapon.

. . . . . . .