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

"Why don't you use it? Don't you want to use it?"

Ci Song's ridicule filled the air, like a sharp sword, piercing the depths of Yan Wen's soul. However, he was indeed amazed at the improvement that Donglin Sword Spike brought to him. Originally, he thought that just by reciting "Yi Shuihan" and the power of Shuihan Sword and Donglin Sword Spike, he could only fight Yan Wen for a few times. Attack without losing.

However, the moment he injected his talent into the Donglin Sword Spike, everything changed drastically. The Donglin Sword Spike and the Shuihan Sword seemed to merge into one at this moment, and their strengths intertwined with each other, forming an helpless force. Resist the torrent.

The coldness and sword intent in the Shuihan Sword surged out like a violent torrent, sweeping out. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this force.

"Children Ci Song, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Yan Wen's voice became extremely angry. Although he couldn't see clearly his expression under the mask, he could still imagine Yan Wen's furious expression at this time.

"Kill me? Yan Wen, do you really think this is still the time when I first entered school two years ago?"

Ci Song recalled that when he first entered the academy two years ago, Yan Wen came to him for no reason and threatened him. If Mr. Yi had not stopped him in time, Yan Wen might have really killed him.

"Yan Wen, I will use you as a sword sacrifice today!"

"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom."

Ci Song chanted this poem in a low voice, and the talents all over his body continued to pour into his body. A murderous intention also emerged from his body. Ci Song chanted this poem in a low voice, and the talents around him continued to flow into his body. Entering, a killing intent also emerged from his body, Ci Song's left hand gently stirred the jade pendant hanging on his waist. Suddenly, a cold light shot out from the jade pendant, and the light sword appeared in his hand.

"Vertical and horizontal combinations."

Ci Song spat out these four words, and the two swords in his hands suddenly turned into two dragons, one black and one white. The two dragons were tumbling and flying in the air, the roar of the dragons was loud, and the sword energy criss-crossed, forming a series of fierce attacks, rushing straight towards Yan Wen on the opposite side.

Yan Wen saw this and did not dare to neglect. With a wave of the brush in his hand, it turned into a long black sword again. He integrated the barrier originally formed by the word "kill" into the black long sword, making it instantly dyed red. Immediately afterwards, a crisp sword cry sounded, and the long sword seemed to turn into countless red sword shadows. They danced in the air, like a river of blood pouring down the ground, rushing towards Ci Song mightily.

"enough."

At this moment, a figure appeared in the center of the fight between the two, and then crossed his hands, blocking Ci Song and Yan Wen's attacks on the left and right respectively. The green talent instantly enveloped the entire courtyard, and Ci Song and Yan Wen's attacks Easily disintegrated by cyan talent.

"If you really want to fight to the death, you must first make a life-and-death declaration. Private fighting is prohibited in the academy."

"Dean Yan."

Ci Song quickly put away his swords and saluted Yan Zheng.

"You kid, you just finished a fight with that little guy Zhong Qi. Not even half an hour has passed, and you're fighting Hanlin again. If you have so much energy, you can help Mr. Yi with his students tomorrow."

"It's the dean." Ci Song agreed directly without talking back.

Yan Zheng looked at Ci Song helplessly. He didn't expect Ci Song to admit his mistake so easily. He wanted to educate him a few more words, "Your boy's vertical and horizontal combination is indeed quite good, but you should also pay attention to it." , don’t think that you can ignore the realm if you learn this trick, do you understand?”

Ci Song nodded and replied: "Ci Song has never taken the initiative to provoke people who are higher in level than himself."

Yan Zheng understood the meaning of Ci Song's words, and then turned to look at Yan Wen and said, "How many times have I told you not to provoke Ci Song again? Do you think I am turning a deaf ear?"

"Hmph, I don't need you to discipline me when I do things." Yan Wen replied.

"Snapped."

Yan Zheng stretched out his hand and slapped Yan Wen. The mask on Yan Wen's face shattered and scattered on the ground, revealing his true face.

It was a stunning face, as delicate as a woman's. His eyebrows are like a crescent moon, his eyes are like star pupils, his nose is high and his lips are rosy. However, at this moment, there were five bright red fingerprints on this beautiful face, like bright petals printed on the snow, which was shocking.

Ci Song looked at Yan Wen's face and was stunned, because this face was indeed too beautiful. He originally thought that Yan Wen would cover his face with a mask because he looked too ugly, or because

There are some flaws, but I didn’t expect it to be such a stunning face.

Yan Wen covered half of his beaten face, looked at Yan Zheng in disbelief, and said, "You actually beat me for him?"

"Why, my father said before he died, let me discipline you. An elder brother is like a father. Am I not even qualified to discipline you?" Yan Zheng said in a cold tone.

When Yan Wen heard this, his eyes did not hide his resentment at all.

"Yan Wen, if you really don't want to live anymore, go to the Tianguan and fight to the death with the aliens. Don't cause trouble for me here. If you think you can do whatever you want in the academy, I really can't do anything to you. ?"

Yan Zheng's words silenced Yan Wen. He clenched his fists and his eyes flashed with anger, "If I can still break through, do you think I will stay in this broken place?"

After saying that, Yan Wen's figure disappeared instantly, leaving only Yan Zheng and Ci Song standing in the courtyard.

"This is all your own fault, no one else is to blame."

Yan Zheng muttered to himself, then turned around and looked at Ci Song, saying: "Ci Song, remember to help substitute for the class tomorrow."

"Ah? Really?"

"Hmm?"

"Yes, Dean."

After that, Yan Zheng's figure disappeared, leaving only Ci Song with a speechless face. He thought Yan Zheng was joking about asking him to substitute for the class, but he didn't expect him to be serious. How can he substitute for others when he doesn't know anything?

Besides, what can he teach them?

"Alas, compared to this, I should be more worried about this yard in front of me, right?"

Ci Song sighed, looking at the yard in front of him that had become dilapidated because of the battle, he shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, out of sight, out of mind, anyway, I don't live in the yard."

After that, Ci Song walked into his house. When he stepped into the room, he saw Ning Ping'an sitting at the table with two cups of tea on it.

"Teacher, when did you come?" Ci Song asked curiously.

Ning Pingan pushed a teacup in front of Ci Song and said slowly: "I've been here for a long time. Did you enjoy the fight?"

"Did you enjoy the fight?" Ning Pingan said slowly.

"Not bad. If I use all my strength, Yan Wen would probably be defeated by my sword today."

Hearing this, Ning Pingan smiled and said: "Ci Song, you must remember that no matter what time, don't underestimate your opponent, otherwise, one day you will pay a heavy price for it."

"No matter how weak a Hanlin is, he is still a Hanlin."

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