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

"My darling, this posture must be a semi-holy treasure, right?"

Zhuang Diemeng's eyes widened and he looked at the vision in the sky.

"Xiao Nizi, during the time you have been with me, you have not learned any of my advantages. Instead, you have stolen my mantras."

Ci Song complained on the side, but his eyes were also on the vision in the sky.

"My dear friend Ci, you are lucky to have lived up to your destiny."

Xu Yu's figure appeared in front of several people. He held a sword in his hand, which was the recast Shui Han Sword. The cold air on the sword was like smoke and mist, lingering gently, as if it were a thin layer of water. The frost and snow cover the sword body, adding a bit of coldness and nobility.

Compared with the Shuihan Sword before it was recast, this sword has undergone earth-shaking changes. Although it used to be sharp, it was full of violence. But today's Shuihan Sword is more like a piece of ice that has been frozen for thousands of years, cold and steady. Its edge is deeply hidden within the sword body and is no longer easily revealed, but it makes people feel a deeper threat.

Xu Yu handed it to Ci Song and said, "Little friend, would you like to try the sword?"

Ci Song took the Shuihan Sword and felt a chill flowing down the sword into his body. This chill did not cause any harm to him, but instead gave him an indescribable feeling of comfort. "What a sword!"

Ci Song sighed in admiration and swung his sword at the boulder next to him. He saw that the boulder was instantly pierced, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"Yao'er, I want to try this sword."

Mo Yao understood instantly, and then called out the proud plum jade flute, playing the music, and the surrounding air instantly became cold.

"Brother Ning, please take my sword."

Ci Song turned around and shouted to Ning Ping'an who had just stepped off the carriage.

Ning Ping'an's expression changed slightly, he glared at Ci Song, and then said "hmm".

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

As Ci Song recited "Jiang Xue", snowflakes began to fly in the sky. On Jianchi Mountain, snowflakes fluttered, as if they were covering the entire Jianchi Mountain.

The cold water sword in Ci Song's hand burst out with endless cold energy.

The cold air on the sword began to condense into ice crystals, and then began to spread. In the blink of an eye, the Water Cold Sword was wrapped in a thick layer of ice crystals.

The sword intention is like a mountain, like the sea, or like a cold river where the snow is gone. Everything is frozen, but nothing is frozen. Only the aloof sword intention is swaying wantonly.

The sound of Mo Yao's flute became more and more desolate, and the snowflakes on Jianchi Mountain became heavier and heavier. With the sound of the flute, Ci Song began to dance the ice crystal sword in his hand, as if he was having a dialogue with heaven and earth.

Zhuang Diemeng opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say a word. She stared blankly at the snowflakes in the sky and the awe-inspiring sword intent, and finally said only one sentence "It's so beautiful!"

Mo Yao's proud plum and jade flute also reached its climax along with the snow scene and lonely sword intent.

"Brother Ning, be careful."

Ci Song waved the water cold sword in his hand and rushed straight towards Ning Pingan. Ning Pingan felt the pressure from Ci Song. His body moved slightly and his whole body disappeared instantly, leaving only a few snowflakes falling in the air. .

In an instant, Ning Ping'an held the long sword made of azure talent, and collided head-on with the Shuihan sword in Ci Song's hand. A sword cry sounded, and a majestic sword energy shot into the sky from where the two swords collided. It rose up and shot straight into the sky. The snowflakes in the sky were swept away by the sword energy, forming a snow dragon that rolled wantonly in the sky.

"very nice."

Ning Ping'an exclaimed in admiration. His body did not move, and his whole body seemed to blend into the world. The azure blue sword in his hand bloomed with a bright sword light, reflecting each other with the snow dragon in the sky.

Mo Yao's flute sound became more and more desolate, and Zhuang Diemeng also joined in. She closed her eyes and began to sing songs. The flute sound and the singing were intertwined, as if forming an invisible force that affected everything around her. shrouded in it.

"Your fighting power is not inferior to any Jinshi. With the support of Mo Yao's flute sound, although it is slightly inferior to Hanlin, you can still kill him."

Ning Ping'an commented slowly, and then disappeared again. This time he appeared behind Ci Song and stabbed Ci Song in the back of the heart with a sword.

Ci Song's expression changed. He turned his body slightly and turned the Shuihan Sword in his hand, blocking Ning Ping'an's sword. Then the long sword in his hand burst out with a more powerful sword energy, moving towards Ning Ping'an. Ping An stabbed back.

"Try crossing all directions." Ning Pingping easily offset Ci Song's sword energy, and his voice reached Ci Song's ears.

Ci Song didn't hesitate at all, and the Shuihan Sword in his hand gained momentum again. The ice crystals on the sword began to condense into a huge ice sword, and then swept towards Ningpingan.

Ning Ping'an's expression changed slightly, and he dodged quickly. At the same time, he waved the azure long sword in his hand, and sword energy moved toward the ice sword.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the entire Jianchi Mountain trembled. The ice sword and Ning Ping'an's sword energy collided in the air, making a deafening sound. Then the ice sword shattered into countless ice crystals, which scattered all over the Jianchi Mountain.

Ning Ping'an's figure also appeared in front of Ci Song. The blue sword in his hand was pointed directly at Ci Song's throat, but his eyes were filled with relief.

"It's really good. Even if I'm always by your side, your progress is enough to shock me."

Ning Pingping waved away the blue talent sword in his hand and sighed in admiration.

"Thanks to Sister Yao'er's flute and this recast Shuichi Sword, otherwise I might not be able to have such fighting power." Ci Song put away the Shuichi Sword in his hand and replied.

The two ended their fight, and Mo Yao also stopped playing her flute. The entire Tianchi was now covered with snow.

"You can fight, but don't freeze the little guys on my mountain to death."

Mr. Xu raised his hand and a flame was released from his palm. The snowflakes were instantly evaporated, and Jianchi Mountain was restored to its original state.

"My friend, I didn't expect you to be a person who writes poetry in ink. This poem just now can be said to be very compatible with the Shuichi Sword. It seems that this sword will shine more brilliantly in your hands."

Xu Yu slowly walked to Ci Song's front, looked at the Shuichi Sword in his hand, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Xu is too kind." Ci Song smiled and replied.

"Okay, my promise is finally fulfilled. You can go down the mountain. It's time for me to leave Tianchi Mountain and meet my friends. I don't know how old guy Ou Ye is doing now."

Xu Yu waved his hand, with a carefree look on his face.

"Sir, are you going down the mountain?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Yes, I have waited here for 231 years. Although I left during this period, I returned within three days, all for the purpose of recasting the Shuihan Sword."

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