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

Guan Qi was already scared out of his wits at this moment, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. In the entire Tianyuan Continent, there was only one person who could be called "the first master", and that was the current master of the first master hall, one of the only two sub-saints walking in the world.

He now completely understood why Zhong Bo dared to repeatedly contradict the orders issued by the first master hall, and his words were full of disdain for him. It turned out that Zhong Bo and the master of the first master hall were master and apprentice?

But why had he never heard of this, and even the semi-saints of the first master hall had never mentioned it?

"I won't make things difficult for you, I will abolish your cultivation and exile you from the secular world."

Chen Xintong said lightly, and then a divine light emanated from his eyes. Guan Qi only felt severe pain all over his body, and then he felt that the strength in his body was rapidly fading away.

Soon, he went from a strong man in the realm of literary masters to an ordinary person who could never practice, and then fainted.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you. This Guan Qi is not from my Master's Hall, but you belong to my Master's Hall."

Chen Xintong looked up at the ten literary masters on the top of the Saint's Tower. Before they could react, they turned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Xiao Bo, I've said it before. When I'm not around, you can just act under my name, so no one will dare to provoke you."

Chen Xintong sighed slightly and continued, "Your temper is still too good. A clown like this who came out of nowhere dares to yell at you. Sometimes, you should be a little cruel."

Zhong Bo nodded slightly and bowed to Chen Xintong.

"By the way, I heard that the little kid in Zigong Academy has also awakened the Saint's Eye. I want to take him in as a disciple, but due to seniority reasons, I plan to take him in as a registered disciple. What do you think?"

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"Wow, that city looks so beautiful, why don't we go there and take a look?"

Ci Song and his group of four had already left South Korea and were walking along the border of South Korea. At this moment, Zhuang Diemeng saw a huge city not far from them. The height of the city wall alone was far higher than the capital of South Korea.

Ci Song looked at the majestic city, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he turned to ask Ning Ping'an: "Brother Ning, what is that city?"

"The Great Zhou Royal City? Don't you know?" Ning Ping'an's lazy voice reached Ci Song's ears.

"The Great Zhou Royal City? Does the Zhou Dynasty still exist today?"

Ci Song looked at Ning Ping'an in shock. He thought that the Zhou Dynasty had perished thousands of years ago. After all, after he came to this world, he had only heard of the seven vassal states of Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and Liang, and had never mentioned the Great Zhou. Ci Song thought that the Zhou Dynasty had perished, but he didn't expect that it still existed today?

"The Great Zhou still exists, but it has long lost its former glory. The Great Zhou Royal City no longer has half of the style of the Zhou Dynasty. Today, the Great Zhou Royal City is just an isolated city surrounded by vassal states. Although the Great Zhou Royal City is the common ruler of the world, the vassal states are independent and are not controlled by the Great Zhou Royal City. They only respect the Great Zhou Royal City in name."

Mo Yao also told what he knew.

"How much territory does the Great Zhou Dynasty have now?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"As far as the eye can see, the territory is also reached. Today, the Great Zhou only has this 100-mile territory." Ning Ping'an said lightly.

"There is only this little left."

Ci Song felt a little sad. The original intention of the feudal system was to consolidate the power of the slave state, to enfeoff the royal family, meritorious officials and nobles of the previous generation to be vassals in various places and establish vassal states, but in the end it led to the existence of many vassals and the Zhou Dynasty lost its original majesty.

"Yes, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty was so glorious back then, but now it is so desolate." Ning Ping'an seemed to feel a little sad about the decline of the Zhou Dynasty.

"Then let's go and take a look."

Zhuang Diemeng said with shining eyes. She was very curious about the Zhou Dynasty and wanted to see what the royal city that once ruled the whole world looked like.

"Okay."

Ning Ping'an responded lazily, and then blew a whistle, and the ox cart drove towards the city.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of the Great Zhou Royal City. Looking up, the city wall was so high that the top could not be seen. On the city wall, there was an arrow tower at every distance. Soldiers of the Great Zhou stood on the arrow tower, and their bows and arrows were ready. As long as there was a slight disturbance, these soldiers would draw their bows and shoot arrows.

"My dear, from a distance, although this city is high, it is also within an acceptable range, but when you get close, why is it as high as the Maria Wall in Attack on Titan?"

Ci Song muttered to himself.

"Ci Song, what did you say just now, what giant, what mother?" Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Ci Song waved his hand, looked up at the towering wall, and curled his lips.

"Don't cause trouble when you enter the Great Zhou King City. Although the Great Zhou King City has lost its former charm, it was the capital of the world after all. Some noble children in the city are still arrogant. If you guys cause any trouble, I won't care."

Ning Ping'an suddenly said seriously.

"We just stroll around and don't provoke others. We don't want others to provoke us. Don't worry, Brother Ping'an." Zhuang Diemeng said hurriedly.

"Yeah."

Ning Ping'an nodded, and then the ox cart came to the city gate with a clang.

Under the city gate, two soldiers in black armor stood. Behind them was a big drum. On the drum, a huge dragon was painted. The dragon had ferocious eyes and a bloody mouth, as if it wanted to devour everything.

"Those entering the city need to verify their identities." The two soldiers' cold voices reached the ears of Ci Song and others.

Ning Ping'an heard this and took out an identity token. On the token, there was a mountain engraved. It was a huge mountain with clouds and mist on the mountain, like a fairyland.

"It turned out to be a mountain token of a Mo family disciple. Please wait a moment."

The soldier took the token and hurriedly ran into a small house next to the city gate. There seemed to be someone in the small house who was specifically responsible for checking the identity tokens of the Mo family.

Soon, the soldier ran out of the small house and bowed to Ning Ping'an and said, "So you are a disciple of the Mo family. May I know your name?"

"Ning Changsheng." Ning Ping'an replied lazily.

"So it's Mr. Ning. Please come in." The soldier hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Ning Ping'an nodded slightly, and the oxcart slowly drove into the city.

"That soldier seems to value the Mo family's identity token very much." Ci Song asked curiously.

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