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

After Ning Ping'an said that, his figure turned into a sword light and disappeared into the martial arts field.

Gongsun Cuo stood there and watched Ning Ping An leave. His eyes shone with a complicated light, showing confusion and unwillingness.

"Master, do we want to come forward?" Shi Yue asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Yue, let Grandpa Cuo calm down."

Uncle Yue, Grandpa Cuo needs to be alone now, let him calm down. Ci Song said softly, his eyes locked on Gongsun Cuo, his eyes full of worry for Gongsun Cuo.

He knew that for some things, others' persuasion would be in vain. Only Gongsun Cuo could untie this knot.

Gongsun Cuo stood alone in the center of the martial arts arena. His eyes traveled through the void and landed on the place where Ning Ping'an disappeared. He seemed to have returned to his boyhood, to the past when he was one man and one sword, proud of Tian Yuan.

He held the long sword in his hand tightly. The sword that was once sharp and radiant has now become dim, just like his swordsmanship has also lost its former edge.

"Let's all disperse."

Ci Qibai sent a message to everyone present, and everyone in the martial arts arena dispersed after hearing the words. Shi Yue and Ci Song didn't say much. They followed Ci Qi Bai and left the martial arts arena silently, leaving Gongsun Cuo standing there alone.

There was silence in the martial arts arena, with only the breeze blowing by, bringing a hint of coolness. Gongsun Cuo's eyes still stayed in the direction where Ning Ping'an disappeared, and his eyes were full of complex emotions. This devastated martial arts arena was just like Gongsun Cuo's heart at this moment, desolate and desolate.

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"Song'er, what do you think about Mr. Ning's battle with Uncle Cuo today?" Ci Qibai, who returned to the lobby and sat on the main seat, asked Ci Songdao.

When Ci Song heard this, he also sighed slightly and said: "To be honest with my father, Ci Song only really realized today how far he is from the true way of swordsmanship."

Ci Qibai heard the words and nodded slightly, indicating Ci Qi Song to continue speaking.

"In fact, compared to the insights on swordsmanship, what I feel deeply is what the teacher said. He is not just reminding Uncle Cuo today, but also a blow to all of us here."

Ci Song raised his head slightly, looked at the sky through the skylight of the lobby, and said softly: "What the teacher said today, practicing Taoism should not be aimed at improving one's realm, but should stick to one's heart. A swordsman should use the sword as his heart and his heart as his heart. Only by uniting the sword and the heart can we reach the peak of swordsmanship."

After Bai Bai listened to the poem, he nodded in agreement and said: "What Song'er said is absolutely true. The road to spiritual practice is long and long. We should pursue it up and down. Only by not forgetting the original intention can we achieve it."

"But I don't think there is anything wrong with Grandpa's idea today."

Ci Song's words suddenly changed, making Ci Qi Bai and Shi Yue look at him in surprise.

"Oh? What do you mean by Song'er's words?"

Ci Qibai whispered, he was very curious about what strange ideas Ci Song would have.

"Practitioners should aim to climb to the highest peak of their realm. If not, what's the point of our practice?"

"What the teacher said today is indeed very reasonable. For Grandpa Cuo, it is of great benefit and no harm. However, this statement is not flattering to the world's literati."

"Most practitioners in the world pursue immortality and the state of brokenness and ascension for the sake of becoming a saint. This is human nature. After all, life is short. If you cannot reach a higher state in this limited time, then this life will be useless. What’s the point of practicing?”

"Furthermore, only those whose talents truly stand at the pinnacle of the world are qualified to pursue the word 'original intention'. For them, cultivation is a matter of course. They can naturally not be disturbed by external things and stick to their roots. But most of the cultivators in the world have mediocre talents. For them, they can only survive in this world where the jungle is strong.”

"So, I think that although today's teacher's words are correct, they are not suitable for everyone. Everyone has their own way, and we should respect everyone's choice instead of forcibly instilling their own ideas into them."

After listening to the words in vain, I also fell into deep thought. He did not immediately refute Ci Song's words, because he knew that although what Ci Song said was a bit extreme, it was not completely unreasonable.

"Song'er, remember, what you said today must not be mentioned to outsiders."

After a long time, Ci Qibai slowly opened his mouth and said.

"My child understands."

Ci Song nodded in response. The words he said today were actually all based on his feelings, but they were also the result of his careful thinking. At the beginning, Ci Song also despised those who forgot their true intentions in order to break through the realm. man of.

But as time went by, Ci Song met more and more people, and his way of thinking about problems gradually changed. He also began to learn to look at the same problem from different perspectives.

"Song'er, what you can think of today is indeed beyond my expectation. What you said does make sense, but as you said, only those with the highest level of talent should consider these issues, and your talent , it happens to be in this column.”

Ci Qibai stood up from his seat, looked at Ci Song, and said seriously: ""Mencius's Chapters and Sentences" says: 'If you are poor, you can be good for yourself, and if you are prosperous, you can help the world.' The more talented a person is, the more he should stick to his original intention. , if one day you lose your true heart, then your talent will only become your biggest reminder. "

"Because when a person's strength reaches a certain level, but he forgets his true nature and becomes a person who pursues fame and fortune and does whatever it takes to achieve his goals, it will be like an ownerless weapon, which will hurt him sooner or later."

"So, Song'er, you have to remember that no matter where you go in the future, you can't forget your original intention. Although what you said today makes sense, it doesn't suit you."

"Well, the child also expressed his feelings. What you said will be remembered by the child."

Ci Song nodded slightly. In fact, the truth Ci Qi Bai told him can be summed up in only eight words, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"Flying light, flying light, I urge you to drink a glass of wine. I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the yellow earth is. I only see the cold moon and warm sun, which are used to fry people's lives."

Ci Song groaned, and then his body emitted a dazzling golden light, and then the talents in the entire lobby poured into Ci Song's body crazily.

"Is Song'er going to break through Juren?"

Ci Qibai and Shi Yue who were present recognized Ci Song at a glance as a sign that Ci Song was about to break through, and quickly released their talents to protect Ci Song.

Ci Song himself clearly sensed that the nine-finger talent in his body was like the shadow of nine golden dragons, swimming in the meridians. Each dragon exuded a powerful aura, making people dare not look directly at it.

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