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

Ci Song also understood where he had heard this voice before. This voice did not come from others, but from his own voice. To be precise, it was the voice from Ci Song's heart. The question of heaven and earth was originally a question from his heart.

"Such a simple question can be called the question of heaven and earth?"

Ci Song showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. The talent around him was like a mad beast, constantly attacking Ci Song's body and destroying Ci Song's meridians. But this question of heaven and earth gave such a question.

He thought that his question of heaven and earth was to ask heaven and earth, to ask the common people, to ask the mountains and rivers, to ask the sun, moon and stars, but he did not expect that this so-called question of heaven and earth was just to ask himself whether he had a guilty conscience.

"His life, his emotions, his responsibilities, from the moment I inherited his memory, I am him, and I will continue to walk the road ahead. This is the agreement that Ci Song and I reached when we were in the heart mirror."

Ci Song's voice was full of determination, "Heaven and Earth, since you want to ask me, then I will answer you, I, Ci Song, have a clear conscience!"

After the voice fell, the surrounding talents stagnated instantly. The talents that were originally violent and surging in Ci Song's body suddenly calmed down at this moment, and then those talents returned to Ci Song's meridians as if they had found their home, and began to continuously repair Ci Song's destroyed meridians.

"Heaven and Earth ask, and I have a clear conscience."

Ci Song heard a murmur in his ears, and then the talents distributed in various parts of his body gathered in his Dantian, condensing into a fist-sized talent light ball, which emitted the same dazzling golden light as Ci Song's talent, and continuously nourished Ci Song's body.

As the light ball condensed, Ci Song felt that his body seemed to be rejuvenated, which also announced that he had broken through to the Jinshi realm. When he opened his eyes, he had returned to reality. In front of him was still the familiar lobby, and outside the window was the bright moonlight.

"Song'er, your breakthrough this time is really thrilling. When I broke through to the great scholar, I didn't make such a noise as you."

Ci Qibai's voice reached Ci Song's ears. Ci Song turned around and saw Ci Qibai standing with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the window. The moonlight sprinkled on Ci Qibai's body, coating him with a layer of silver light, making Ci Qibai look like a banished immortal.

"Father, the child has now broken through to the Juren realm."

Ci Song walked to Ci Qibai's side and bowed.

Ci Qibai turned around and looked at Ci Song, his eyes full of relief and pride, "Song'er, what is your question of heaven and earth? Are you willing to share it with your father?"

Ci Song chose to conceal, "The question of heaven and earth asks about the original heart. It asks the child whether he has a clear conscience."

"A clear conscience?"

Ci Qibai repeated these four words, a smile appeared on his face, and said: "Such a question is really a bit special, but it seems that you have found your own answer."

"The realm of Jinshi is the most special realm among the eight realms of literati except the realm of Wenhao. The reason why it is special is that in this realm, the talent of literati will no longer be limited by their own flesh, but can affect the things around them."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Ci Song really didn't know much about the realm of Jinshi, and he defeated too many Jinshi, and he didn't find anything special when fighting with those Jinshi.

"That's right."

Ci Qibai nodded and continued: "But this ability is not very useful for us who write poetry. We only need to cultivate and borrow war poems to have abilities that are not inferior to those of Jinshi. The abilities of Jinshi are just icing on the cake for us." "Oh, so that's how it is."

The ability to change the environment is nothing special to Ci Song. When he was a scholar, he could recite "Jiang Xue" to affect the surrounding environment and enhance his sword intent.

"It's getting late. Go to rest quickly. It took you three days and three nights to break through. Tomorrow is the day you will go to war with the army. Don't delay it."

"Father, why do I feel that you are a little uneasy?"

Ci Song found that although Ci Qibai had a faint smile on his face, his eyebrows revealed a solemnity and anxiety that was difficult to conceal.

Ci Qibai was stunned, then waved his hand and smiled, "How can I be uneasy? I am just happy to see you break through."

"Father, please don't lie to me. Although Song'er is not talented, he is not a fool."

Seeing that Ci Song insisted on asking, Ci Qibai sighed helplessly and said, "Do you know Chen Xintong?"

Hearing the name "Chen Xintong", Ci Song's expression became solemn. At the same time, he also recalled the gentle and elegant middle-aged man with terrifying strength who easily suppressed Ning Ping'an and Yan Zheng.

"During the time when you broke through, he came to the general's mansion to find me."

Ci Qibai's voice became low, and his face was full of solemnity.

Ci Song frowned, "What is he doing here?"

"He came here to confirm something with me." Ci Qibai sighed slightly.

Ci Song instantly understood the purpose of Chen Xintong's visit and asked softly:

"Is it about the Literary Orb?"

Ci Qibai nodded, then turned to look out the window and said: "The mirage dragon has fallen, and its talent belongs to all the literati in the world. If the mirage dragon's talent is counted as one stone, the master and Chen Xintong will get eight dou in total, and the remaining literati in the world will share the remaining two dou."

"Chen Xintong is now only one step away from the realm of saints, and only one last opportunity is needed to enter the legendary realm of saints, and the Wenyun Pearl is the opportunity for him to enter the realm of saints."

After hearing this, Ci Song also understood that Chen Xintong did not see through the disguise of the mirage dragon, so he came to Ci Qibai to ask about its whereabouts.

"Song'er, is the Wenyun Pearl in your hands?"

Ci Qibai suddenly looked up at Ci Song, with a question on his face, but his eyes were full of worry.

"Father, didn't you give this divine object to the Xianshi Temple back then? I only learned about the Xianshi Temple not long ago, a holy place that all literati yearn for. How could something like the Wenyun Pearl be in my possession?"

Ci Song's face was full of bitter smiles, and he said: "Father, my child has just broken through the Jinshi realm, how could he have such a heaven-defying opportunity?"

"Well, you go back and rest." Ci Qibai nodded, then waved his hand and let Ci Song leave.

Ci Song bowed to the person in front of him and left the room.

Shortly after Ci Song left the lobby, Shenlong's voice reached Ci Song's ears: "My friend, it seems that your home is no longer safe."

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