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

On the way, Zhuang Diemeng couldn't help but sigh, "Ci Song, I now understand why Sister Yao'er is so obsessed with you. You are really charming."

"Most of what I said are the truths in the book. I just quoted them as my own arguments."

Ci Song explained that this was also thanks to his habit of reading on weekdays. If it weren't for the long-term accumulation, his answer today would definitely not satisfy Yan Zheng and the gentlemen.

Zhuang Diemeng nodded and said, "That's right, you like to hold a book and read for several hours at a time. I don't know how you can read it."

"Reading thousands of books, writing like a god."

The two soon came to the outside of the martial arts arena. At this time, a figure was already standing on the martial arts arena. The man was wearing a white Confucian robe, with his hands behind his back. He had an extraordinary temperament, like a banished immortal.

In the audience, several disciples were looking up at the young man in white, their eyes full of admiration.

"How is this possible? How could he be Mr. Yi's direct disciple?"

Ci Song was stunned at the familiar figure on the stage. He thought that Mr. Yi's direct disciple would be a senior brother or even a junior brother in Yansheng Academy who he had never met before, but he never expected that Mr. Yi's direct disciple would be Zhongsou?

Zhongsou is the son of the dean of Zilu Academy, how could he worship Mr. Yi as his teacher?

"Ci Song, what's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

Zhuang Diemeng noticed the change in Ci Song's expression and asked in confusion.

"No, I just didn't expect that Mr. Yi's direct disciple would be Zhongsou."

Ci Song came back to his senses and shook his head.

"Zhongsou? Do you know him?" Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously.

"He is the son of the dean of Zilu Academy. We met at the Five Academy Tea Party. I just didn't expect that he would be Mr. Yi's direct disciple." Ci Song explained.

"Isn't Zilu Academy one of the five great academies on par with Yansheng Academy? Why did he appear in Yansheng Academy?" Zhuang Diemeng was even more puzzled.

"This is a long story. I will explain it to you slowly later."

Ci Song stepped onto the martial arts stage.

Zhongshang naturally saw Ci Song coming. After he stepped onto the stage, he bowed to Ci Song and said, "Junior Brother Ci Song, I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder how you are doing recently?"

"Senior Brother Zhongshang, how are you?"

Ci Song also bowed in return. Although he and Zhongshang had no friendship and had a very bad impression of him, he still had to be polite. "Junior Brother Ci didn't expect that today's opponent would be me, right?" Zhongshang said slowly, with a smile in his eyes.

Ci Song didn't answer, but just nodded.

"I never thought that I would become a disciple of my teacher one day. Junior Brother Ci Song, I am here today under the order of the dean to compete with you. If you beat me, you won't have to take the entrance examination in the future. Are you ready?" Zhong Chang said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Zhong Chang, I'm sorry for offending Ci Song." Ci Song replied. . "It seems that today will be a wonderful contest."

As Zhong Chang said, his aura suddenly became fierce, and a strong aura emanated from him, pressing towards Ci Song. Feeling the strong aura emanating from Zhong Chang, Ci Song frowned slightly. This sense of oppression has approached the Hanlin level. Could it be that Zhong Chang has broken through the Hanlin?

"Junior Brother Ci, my talent cultivation has now reached the three-fist talent, and I am only one step away from the Hanlin. I wonder if you have the confidence to defeat me?"

Zhong Chang said with a smile, and the strong aura on his body became stronger.

"Brother Zhong, Ci Song will do his best."

Ci Song took a deep breath, and the talent in his body surged wildly, resisting the oppressive feeling.

"Okay, then Junior Brother, be careful."

Zhong Chang said, and his figure flashed, and he came in front of Ci Song, punching Ci Song's chest. Seeing this, Ci Song slightly turned sideways, avoiding the punch, and punched Zhong Chang's waist at the same time.

The speed of the two was very fast, one punch after another, and in a blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of moves. The two were competing in the most basic boxing and kicking skills, and the punches hit the flesh and the sound was deafening. The two were very flexible and fast, dazzling, and only two figures could be seen flashing constantly.

However, the two were obviously testing each other's strength and did not draw their swords.

"Brother Zhong, I'm sorry."

Ci Song shouted in a low voice, and the talent in his body surged wildly, punching Zhong Chang's chest, and he used all his strength in this punch.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in Ci Song's punch, Zhong Chang's eyes also flashed a trace of solemnity. He also used all his strength and punched forward.

The two fists collided, making a muffled sound, and the terrifying air wave spread out in all directions. The bluestone ground on the martial arts stage was washed by this air wave and cracked one after another.

"Boom!"

The two flew backwards at the same time and landed heavily on the edge of the martial arts stage before they barely stabilized their bodies.

"Junior Brother Ci Song's strength is so great?"

Zhong Chang frowned slightly. He was a little surprised that he didn't get the upper hand in the punch with Ci Song just now.

You know, his talent cultivation has reached the level of three-fist talent, and he is only one step away from Hanlin, while Ci Song is only at the level of Juren, and he can actually be on par with him. This is indeed beyond his expectations.

"It seems that the bone refining pills that Ji Han gave me are really effective. My strength is indeed much greater."

Ci Song pondered inwardly, then slowly stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhong, you are too kind. If you hadn't shown mercy, Ci Song would have been seriously injured now."

"Junior Brother, you are joking. I know very well whether I showed mercy or not. It seems that I really can't gain the upper hand in terms of strength."

Zhong Chang also stood up, and then took out a green brush. The brush was surrounded by a faint green light, soft and deep. This is the sub-sage treasure inherited by the sub-sage Zilu, the blue brush.

"Junior Brother, you have to be careful."

As Zhong Chang said, he gently waved the blue brush in his hand. A blue light passed through the air, bringing a gust of wind, and a blue sword light condensed and slashed towards Ci Song.

"What a strong sword intent!"

Feeling the terrifying sword intent contained in the blue sword light, Ci Song's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity. He also took out the Shuihan Sword, condensed a white sword light, and went up.

"Boom!"

The two sword beams collided in the air, making a loud noise. The terrifying air wave spread out again. The bluestone floor on the martial arts stage was shattered under the impact of the air wave.

"Such a strong sword spirit!"

Ci Song's eyes flashed with a trace of shock. He just fought with Zhong Chang, but he didn't get the upper hand. This surprised him.

Zhong Chang still had a smile on his face and said softly: "Junior Brother Ci, if you don't recite the war poem and fight with me, you will get hurt."