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

Ci Song looked at Fang Zhongyong, who was wearing a white Confucian robe, and sighed.

But this sigh made Fang Zhongyong feel particularly harsh, and he even felt deeply insulted.

"Oh, I can't help it. I don't have a good father. I can only become an official student of the college through my own efforts. Unlike some people who are extremely talented but have no skills and do nothing all day long. I didn’t even come to take the college entrance examination.”

The more Fang Zhongyong talked, the more excited he became, and he wished he could degrade Ci Song into the dirt.

Ci Song was still smiling, as if looking at a fool, quietly listening to Fang Zhongyong's insults.

"Ci Song, did this person save your life?"

Zhuang Diemeng stepped forward and asked Ci Song softly across the two of them.

"Huh?" Fang Zhongyong was slightly stunned, wondering why the little Taoist nun in front of him said such a thing.

"Otherwise, according to your nature, you will kill anyone who says something bad about you. However, this person keeps talking so many dirty words, and yet you can still smile and don't resist or get angry. This person must have saved your life before," Zhuang Diemeng analyzed self-righteously.

"Who are you?"

Fang Zhongyong looked at Zhuang Diemeng coldly and asked, then turned to Ci Song and said: "Ci Song, the academy has regulations. Now is the war, and outsiders are not allowed to enter the academy. Who is this woman to you? If She is not your direct relative, so please take her away, otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude. "

Hearing this, the smile on Ci Song's face became even wider, and then he slowly said: "Fang Zhongyong, it seems that after a year of not seeing you, you have grown not only in your talent and cultivation, but also in your speaking skills."

"you!"

Fang Zhongyong was so angry that Ci Song was trembling all over, his teeth were clenching, and he wanted to kill Ci Song immediately.

"Ci Song, you are too arrogant. Although you are a direct disciple of Yan Sheng Academy, is it inappropriate to treat your classmates like this?"

"Classmate? Haha, Fang Zhongyong, you really make me feel ridiculous. Do you think you are worthy of being my classmate?"

"you!"

Fang Zhongyong was so angry at Ci Song's words that his face turned red.

"Ci Song, don't bully others too much!"

Fang Zhongyong finally couldn't help it anymore, his talent surged wildly, and he saw a needle of talent turned into a long sword and rushed towards Ci Song.

"Hey, it seems that you have made a lot of progress. In one year, you have gone from a schoolboy who has not yet entered the ink to a scholar."

Ci Song looked surprised, then slowly stretched out a finger and pointed it gently at the long sword that Fang Zhongyong was stabbing at.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the sword instantly shattered and turned into countless light spots, dissipating in the air.

"This...how is this possible?"

Fang Zhongyong's eyes widened and he looked at his sword in disbelief. Then he looked up at Ci Song with an extremely shocked look in his eyes.

"You, how far has your cultivation level reached?!" Fang Zhongyong lost his voice.

"Let's think about this problem slowly while you are lying in bed recovering from your injuries."

After saying that, Ci Song walked slowly to Fang Zhongyong and patted him on the shoulder.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Fang Zhongyong's shoulders collapsed instantly, and he himself let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Ah! My shoulder!"

Fang Zhongyong hugged his shoulders, his whole body shivering in pain, and large beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

"Ci Song, how dare you treat me like this! Just wait, I will make you pay the price sooner or later!"

Fang Zhongyong endured the severe pain and roared at Ci Song, which also attracted the attention of many people present.

"It seems you still haven't recognized the gap between us."

Ci Song came to Fang Zhongyong again and looked at him condescendingly. Then in front of everyone present, he stretched out his left hand and slowly drew an arc towards Fang Zhongyong's face.

"ah!"

A bloodstain instantly appeared on Fang Zhongyong's face, extending from his left eye to the right side of his face, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Crack! Click!" Fang Zhongyong's two teeth were directly fanned out, and he lay on the ground. There were several obvious cracks in the alveolar bone, and one of them was even broken.

"Fang Zhongyong, was it that I was too easy-going in the past and made you forget my identity?"

Ci Song didn't understand. He had obviously never provoked Fang Zhongyong, but he seemed to be against him everywhere, which made Ci Song feel very strange.

But he is too lazy to know the reason now. If Fang Zhongyong dares to take action against himself, he will naturally have to pay the price.

Ci Song looked at Fang Zhongyong who had fainted and looked like a dead dog. He turned to the two students watching the theater and said, "Take him to the academy hospital for treatment. If you don't hurry up, his life will be at risk."

After that, Ci Song took Zhuang Diemeng into the academy and ignored these people again.

"Should we inform Mr. Academy about today's events?"

At this moment, Fang Zhongyong looked extremely miserable. Many bones on his body were broken. The most serious injury was his shoulder. The entire shoulder was dented and his white Confucian robe was soaked in blood.

"When such a big thing happens, we must report it truthfully. Our academy has regulations that do not allow students to kill each other. What happened today can be considered a violation."

Another book boy shook his head. They were all errand disciples of Yansheng Academy, and Fang Zhongyong was a direct disciple. If the errand disciples dared to tell the teacher about this, they would probably suffer.

"Well, let's send Fang Zhongyong to the medical hall first."

The two book boys lifted Fang Zhongyong up one after the other and walked towards the medical hall in the academy.

Zhuang Diemeng and Ci Song were walking together. On the way, Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously: "Ci Song, when did you become so kind? You actually spared Fang Zhongyong's life."

Ci Song sneered and said: "If the place where the conflict happened today was not Yansheng Academy, but anywhere else, do you think Fang Zhongyong would still be alive?"

Zhuang Diemeng was slightly stunned. Thinking about it carefully, it was the same reason. After all, he had been in contact with Ci Song for more than a month and knew that Ci Song was a decisive person.

"I just don't want to break the rules of the academy.

After all, this is the jurisdiction of our Yansheng Academy. If Fang Zhongyong is killed, although no one dares to say anything, it is still a bit inappropriate." Ci Song added.

"Yeah."

Zhuang Diemeng nodded. Their Taoism also has similar teachings, and she can understand it.

"By the way, Ci Song, how far have you come in your cultivation now? You only used one finger to break that Yong's talent sword?"

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