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

"The beauty of a gentleman is not the evil of a man. A villain is, on the contrary. What Senior Brother did today can truly be called a gentleman." Another disciple said.

Zhong Qi sighed slightly and said: "Don't be joking. How can I be called a gentleman? How many wrong things have I done before? It's all my jealousy that caused you to come to Yan Sheng Academy and become a gentleman." "Xuenu, Zhongqi will have to make up for these mistakes in the future."

"Senior brother, if we tell the disciples in our academy about our current situation, they might compete to become this student slave."

"Yeah yeah."

Several people gathered around Zhong Qi and left the martial arts arena with him. Ci Song on the other side also walked down the ring and came to Zhuang Diemeng's side.

"This Zhong Qi seems to be a pretty nice person." Zhuang Diemeng was the first to speak.

"Maybe, but the second impression he gave me was not particularly good." Ci Song murmured.

"Second impression? Why not the first impression?" Zhuang Diemeng wondered.

"I will tell you this slowly on the way. We should go back to the dean's cabinet first and inform Dean Yan of the results."

"Um."

Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng walked towards the direction of the Dean's Pavilion together. On the way, Ci Song also told Zhuang Diemeng what he had learned about Zhong Qi. Zhuang Diemeng was stunned when he heard this. of.

"I don't feel like he likes to fight with others?" Zhuang Diemeng had a look of confusion on his face.

"Maybe he doesn't like fighting, but Senior Brother Bai Ye has become his obsession. Only when he ends the obsession with his own hands can he truly let go." Ci Song replied.

Hearing this, Zhuang Diemeng continued: "I want to meet the Senior Brother Bai Ye you talk about more and more. I really want to know what kind of person can be praised repeatedly by a proud and arrogant person like you."

"Am I arrogant? Do I feel quite humble?" Ci Song turned to look at Zhuang Diemeng, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Yes, although you are humble and polite on the surface and can be described as gentle in your dealings with others, you are extremely arrogant deep down."

Zhuang Diemeng stretched and continued: "You may not feel it yourself, but in some subtle ways, your arrogance has been quietly revealed. When facing those who are higher than you, even those from the academy, Sir and dean, you will inadvertently show a kind of arrogance that seems not to be there. This arrogance is not revealed in words, but hidden in those subtle expressions and behaviors."

"I can feel that you are a very sincere person. But sometimes, your arrogance will show up unconsciously. Maybe it is not obvious to you, but for those who are sensitive, But it can be clearly felt.”

After hearing Zhuang Diemeng's analysis, Ci Song was even more confused, was he really such a person?

Seeing Ci Song's confused look, Zhuang Diemeng smiled and waved his hands, saying: "Just think of me as a fool, don't take it to heart, I think you are quite a good person, let's go back to the dean as soon as possible. , I’m still waiting for you to take me around the academy.”

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the dean's pavilion. The gentlemen who had gathered here had all left, leaving Yan Zheng standing by the attic window, looking into the distance.

"Dean, Ci Song is back." Ci Song stepped forward and said to Yan Zheng.

"Won?" Yan Zheng turned to look at Ci Song.

"We won." Ci Song nodded and replied.

Yan Zheng turned to look at Ci Song, then raised his hand and waved, and a pure white sword spike appeared in his palm.

"I remember that before you participated in the battle between heaven and man, I promised you that when everything is over, I will give you a semi-holy treasure. Do you still remember?"

"If Dean Yan doesn't say anything, Ci Song may have really forgotten it."

Even though Ci Song said this, he still remembered it in his heart. After all, what Yan Zheng promised at that time was a semi-sage treasure. Although he has been around now, he has many treasures in his hands, but most of them are Hanlin and Confucian-level calligraphy treasures. , there is not even a semi-holy treasure in his hand.

"That being the case, I will give you this sword spike."

After that, Yan Zheng handed the pure white sword tassel into Ci Song's hands. Ci Song took it and looked at it carefully. The sword tassel was as white and flawless as snowflakes, soft and smooth, and every fine thread on the sword tassel was The silk is as crystal clear as ice and snow, woven into exquisite patterns, shimmering with faint light.

"This is?" Ci Song looked at Jian Sui and asked curiously.

"This thing has been with me for many years. It was acquired when I was young. It was originally just a literary treasure, but with the cultivation of my talent, it became a semi-holy treasure."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zheng gently flicked his fingers, and a ray of talent was quietly injected into the sword spike like a thin thread. In an instant, the sword spike seemed to wake up, releasing a heart-stopping chill. This chill does not come from the temperature outside, but from the majestic power contained within the sword spike. Like a sharp sword, it penetrated Ci Song's body silently, making him shiver involuntarily.

Yan Zheng smiled slightly and explained: "The use of this sword spike is actually quite simple. Just inject your own talent into it, and you can enhance the sword intention by 30%. If the sword intention and the cold energy complement each other, it can enhance the sword wielder even more Fifty percent of the strength. However, the effectiveness of this sword spike is limited to literati with a semi-saint cultivation level or below."

"If it is a semi-saint cultivation, it can only increase its strength by one point."

Hearing this, Ci Song immediately felt that this sword tassel was prepared for him. His Shuihan Sword was mainly based on sword intent, supplemented by cold intent. With this sword tassel, it was no exaggeration to say that it was like adding wings to a tiger. He seemed to see the perfect fusion of this sword tassel and his Shuihan Sword.

"Dean Yan, does this sword tassel have a name?" Ci Song asked curiously.

Yan Zheng looked at Ci Song's eager eyes, sighed slightly, and said: "The name of this sword tassel is 'Donglin'." At this point, a trace of complex emotions flashed in Yan Zheng's eyes. He continued: "This was originally the dowry I prepared for Ruo Ci. I thought that after you and Ruo Ci got married, I would give this sword tassel and Shuihan Sword to you as my blessing for you two newlyweds. It's a pity..."

"Dean, whether you are engaged or not, you are Ci Song's elder, a close friend of my father, and a respected dean." Ci Song replied.

Yan Zheng sighed softly, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes. He knew that his fate with the young couple had ended, and it was useless to force it. So he waved his hand, revealing a sense of relief in his voice: "Forget it, forget it. You and Ruoci may really not be destined to be together. Since this is God's will, I will no longer force it. I just hope that you will be well and find your own happiness in the future."

"Let's not talk about this. What do you think of Mr. Yi's new disciple?"