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

The middle-aged man turned to look at Ci Song, and then asked curiously: "Ah? Has he become the dean? When did it happen?"

Ci Song was not sure at this moment whether the middle-aged man in front of him was talking about the old dean of Yan Sheng Academy. He had only heard his teacher mention that the old dean had the title of "Mr. Mingxin", which was not Know his name.

"Is this ring in your hand a clear heart ring?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at the ring in Ci Song's hand and said, "I'm not mistaken. This is indeed the Mingxin Ring."

"It seems that you and Yan Liu have a close relationship. He actually gave this ring to you." The middle-aged man sighed.

"Oh, after talking so much, I forgot to tell you my name. My surname is Chen, little friend. My first name is Xintong."

With a smile on his face, the middle-aged man continued: "You can call me Mr. Chen. Since you know Yan Liu, is he still in the academy now?"

"Mr. Chen, the old dean has now lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests. I don't know where he is." Ci Song replied.

"It seems that a lot of things happened during the time I left. Yan Liu, a person who loves Yan Sheng Academy, would actually go into seclusion?"

A flash of memory flashed in Chen Xintong's eyes, as if she was recalling the past with Yan Liu.

Then Chen Xintong continued to ask Ci Songdao: "Little friend, who is the dean of Yan Sheng Academy now?"

"Yan Zheng." Ci Song replied.

"It's that little kid. But think about it, now Xiao Bo has become the dean of Zilu Academy, and this little guy Yan Zheng is also very talented. It's not surprising that he will become the dean of Yan Sheng Academy."

Chen Xintong sighed. Although his true self had been traveling for nearly a hundred years, he had left behind several incarnations of the Immortal in Paintings. One of them became Zhong Bo's enlightenment teacher, and the Immortal in Paintings also left behind. I once met Yan Zheng, Ci Qibai, Duanmu Qingcang and others when they were children.

Ci Song on the side was stunned for a while when he heard this, and the eyes he looked at Chen Xintong also changed. This middle-aged man who looked to be only thirty years old actually called Yan Zheng "little baby", which is enough to show that his The status is extraordinary.

"Good guy, who is this person? If he is not a madman, then he may be an 'old monster' like the teacher." Ci Song murmured in his heart.

"My little friend, I wonder if you could take me into the academy. I want to talk to the current dean about something." Chen Xintong spoke slowly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Of course you can."

Ci Song nodded. Regardless of whether he was bragging or not, at least in terms of appearance and temperament, the man in front of him looked like a gentle gentleman. Moreover, he brought him into the academy to find the dean. Even if he was a bad guy, With Dean Yan's half-saint level cultivation, isn't it easy to deal with a stranger?

"Thank you, little friend."

Chen Xintong bowed her hands to Ci Song, who also returned the salute. Then she turned to look at Zhuang Diemeng aside and said, "Xiao Nizi, why don't you go to Baiyan Tower and wait for me first? I will send this person to you." Will you come after sir?"

"Okay, then go and come back quickly. I didn't get much money for this trip, so I'll be waiting for you to pay."

Zhuang Diemeng waved his hand, then turned and walked towards the street.

Looking at Zhuang Diemeng's leaving figure, Chen Xintong also showed a smile on his face and said: "Little friend, this friend of yours is quite interesting. He uses Qi to ink and practice Zhuang's Sacred Heart Technique, and he has reached the level of Juren at a young age. My cultivation level, and my innate Taoist body, my Taoist mind is clear, and my talent is pretty good, but I remember that Yan Sheng Academy doesn’t accept Taoist disciples, right?”

"It seems that this uncle does have two skills. He can tell at a glance that Zhuang Diemeng is a Taoist disciple and he should not be a liar."

Ci Song whispered in his heart that in order to make himself appear "social" in the academy, Zhuang Diemeng borrowed a Confucian robe from Yan Ruoci and put it on, but the middle-aged man could see Zhuang Diemeng's true identity at a glance, which was enough It shows that his cultivation is far beyond his own knowledge.

"Is he also a semi-saint? Since he can clearly see Zhuang Diemeng's cultivation and mental training, can he also see the things in my body?"

Ci Song suddenly became alert. There was a Wen Yun Orb in his body. If he discovered it, no matter who he was, he would definitely want to snatch it. After all, anyone who sees a treasure like the Wen Yun Pearl will be moved.

"Little friend, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Ci Song was frozen in place, Chen Xintong asked.

"Ah? It's nothing, Mr. Chen, let's go."

Ci Song came back to his senses, waved his hand quickly, and then took out his personal disciple's jade pendant, showed it to another bookboy, and then led Chen Xintong into the academy.

On the way, Chen Xintong also chatted with Ci Song, "My little friend is also very talented. Although he did not learn the six arts, but before weak crown, his cultivation has reached the level of nine-finger lifting. If this is Thousands of years ago, he must have been an amazingly talented person.”

"Mr. Chen, thank you for the award. Compared with you, my cultivation is nothing." Ci Song said modestly.

"My little friend, you are humble. Your cultivation is indeed very good. By the way, I haven't asked my name yet."

"The younger generation writes poems about the Song Dynasty."

"Ci Song? Are you Ci Song?"

After hearing Ci Song's name, Chen Xintong also had a look of surprise on his face.

Ci Song was slightly startled and said, "Senior, have you ever heard of me?"

"Of course I have heard of it, but I am more familiar with your father Ci Kuangsheng. He is a very interesting person. He and I also explored the teachings of Confucius and Saints together back then, and it is still fresh in my memory."

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Xintong's mouth, as if he recalled some good memories.

"So that's how it is."

Ci Song nodded, and then the two of them came to a loft. When Chen Xintong looked up and saw the three words "Dean's Pavilion", a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Isn't the dean usually in the Saint Tower? Why did you bring me here?"

Hearing this, Ci Song replied: "Mr. Chen, I also want to take you to the Saint Tower, but my teacher has instructed that you cannot enter the Saint Tower without permission, so please wait here. I have notified the dean and teacher, and they will be here soon."

"No need, they are already here."

As soon as Chen Xintong finished speaking, he saw Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an appear in front of him.

"Long time no see, both of you."

Chen Xintong spoke first, with a calm look, while Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an's faces were extremely solemn.

"Are you a fairy in the painting, or..." Yan Zheng's eyes looked at Chen Xintong seriously, trying to see some differences from him.

"I am Chen Xintong, not a fairy in a painting." Chen Xintong smiled and interrupted Yan Zheng.

After this, Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an looked even uglier. Ning Ping'an stepped forward and protected Ci Song behind him.

"Why are you so hostile to me? Ah Zheng, I held you in my arms when you were little."

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