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

"Don't be so arrogant."

The guard leader shouted angrily, then rushed towards Ci Song and punched him.

With a muffled "bang", Ci Song's figure just shook slightly, but the guard leader flew backwards, hit the wall, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"This..."

Seeing this scene, the other five guards were shocked. They couldn't believe that their leader was defeated by Ci Song with one punch. "Let's go together." Ci Song spoke again, then took a step forward, and instantly came to a guard and punched him.

With a muffled "bang", the guard also flew backwards and hit the wall, and his life or death was unknown.

"Run!"

Seeing that Ci Song was so strong, the other four guards dared not stay and turned around to run away.

"Want to run? It's too late."

Ci Song sneered, then released a golden sword energy, and the sword light flashed. The figures of the four guards froze at the same time, and then fell to the ground one after another, with no life.

Ci Song slowly walked to the front of the guard leader and looked down at him, "Six Jinshi want to take me down? Are you underestimating me?"

"You."

Blood kept flowing from the corners of the guard leader's mouth, and his eyes stared at Ci Song. Ci Song's "glorious deeds" of killing a Hanlin in the capital of Han State with the cultivation of a Juren had spread throughout Zhongzhou, but most literati felt that this was just a rumor deliberately spread by the General's Mansion to expand Ci Song's reputation.

Anyone who cultivates talent knows how big the gap between Juren and Hanlin is, and the gap between them is simply insurmountable.

Not to mention a Juren, even ten Juren can't be the opponent of Hanlin.

This is why they rushed up so fearlessly when facing Ci Song. In their opinion, as long as the six of them joined forces, they would have the strength to fight even if they met Hanlin.

However, they didn't expect that Ci Song was so powerful that he killed five of them in an instant with his own strength.

"It's really boring. He is just a weakling who has barely cultivated to the level of a Jinshi by virtue of the talent of the Mirage Dragon."

Ci Song commented coldly, then raised his finger and waved it. A stream of talent pierced his forehead. The guard leader's eyes widened, his face full of unwillingness and disbelief. In the end, his body completely collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"Ci, Ci Song, when did you become so strong?"

Xu Shaocong finally came to his senses at this moment. Looking at the corpses on the ground, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. These people were not like the two dandies before. They were ordinary people who were powerless. They were extremely powerful among the literati. Even his own father had to treat the literati with courtesy when facing the Jinshi.

Ci Song killed them all in just a few breaths. How could he not be shocked by such strength?

"It's just average. There are many people who are better than me." Ci Song replied.

Zhuang Diemeng put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Ci Song with some doubts, and said: "Ci Song, why didn't you leave a survivor and force him to tell you about his origins? This is not your style?"

"Oh, you know me very well."

Ci Song smiled slightly, and then explained: "There is no need. Even if you ask, they may not tell the truth. It is better to ask the real yamen runners outside the door."

"Let's go out."

After that, Ci Song and his three companions walked out of the gate and saw more than a dozen yamen runners guarding the door. When they saw Ci Song walking out unscathed, they were all shocked, and then they saluted Ci Song one after another.

"General Ci."

"The six corpses pretending to be the prefect of Zhongzhou, I guess you know their identities, right?" Ci Song looked at the dozen yamen runners and asked lightly.

After this, the scene fell into a strange silence.

"Okay, no one is talking, very good."

Ci Song smiled, and then said to himself: "Now that the national war is imminent, my father will be back soon. At that time, I will tell my father that the Zhongzhou City government wants to put me to death, and let my father come to seek justice for me."

When everyone heard Ci Song bring up Ci Qibai, they were immediately scared. General Ren Tu is a real character who kills without blinking an eye. If he knew, I'm afraid the whole government would be bloodbathed.

"General Ci, calm down. This is not the intention of our government, but someone secretly instructed us to act this way."

A yamen runner who looked quite smart quickly spoke up. In order to survive, he could only tell the truth. After all, he would rather die than die than die. He dared not hide anything.

"It was Young Master Wei who ordered it. After he learned that Young Master Ci had killed two people, he notified our government office and asked the six people to wear our yamen clothes, saying that they would help solve the case."

"What the prefect meant was that we just had to deal with the aftermath and not make things worse."

After hearing this, Ci Song was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I know, the things inside have been dealt with almost, you can go and clean up."

Then he took out five hundred-liang gold notes from the wooden box just now and handed them to the clever yamen runner.

"I broke some items, you can use this money to compensate, and as for the rest, you can spend it yourself."

"Thank you, General Ci, we will definitely deal with the matter cleanly."

The yamen servant took the golden ticket and his face suddenly showed joy. The moment Ci Song went out, they had already seen that there was basically no damage in the room. Even if it was repaired, it would not cost so much money. This was obviously Ci Song's fault. Song rewarded them.

They did not dare to neglect, and after saluting, they entered the private room to collect the corpses on the ground.

"By the way, if that Wei Ling asks about my whereabouts, just tell him that I went to Cuiyuan Tower to listen to Miss Li Ge."

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The news of Ci Song's departure soon spread to the Wei Mansion.

"Sir, our six new Jinshi disciples all died in the hands of Ci Song."

A middle-aged man dressed in black entered the study, and then knelt in front of a fat young man with a fleshy face. What was placed in front of the young man's desk were not books, but various desserts and delicacies. Sitting on his desk was The ones beside him were not the study boys, but two very good-looking maids.

"If you die, you will die. They are just six idiots. Now our grandfather is deeply trusted by the King of Liang. There are nearly a hundred Hanlin members who have taken refuge in our Wei Mansion alone. Jinshi has long been worthless."

The fat young man opened his mouth, and a maid put the snack into the young man's mouth.

"Ci Song also asked the government office to take the message. He took Xu Shaocong to Cuiyuan Tower to listen to Miss Li Ge singing."

When the young man heard this, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his fleshy face, and he slammed his thick fingers on the table, smashing the dessert in front of him into pieces.

"Damn Ci Song, how dare you covet the woman I like? He is just a fool who relies on his father. Do you really think I will be afraid of him?"

Wei Ling wanted to stand up from the chair, but his body was too heavy and he didn't get up immediately. He fell down on the chair again.

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