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

"I never thought that Chen Xintong would really come to my home and pretend to be my father. If I hadn't inherited the mirage aura of my senior and merged part of his soul, I would have been deceived by Chen Xintong just now. ." Ci Song answered the mirage dragon in his body.

"In addition to the ability to see through illusions, the pupil of a saint can also create illusions. You should also be careful in the future. Although Chen Xintong behaves like a gentleman, he is also an extreme being. Your current cultivation is still shallow. , or have less contact with them," Mirage explained.

"Of course I know this. Chen Xintong came to my general's residence this time to confirm whether this thing is still in the hands of my father or me. He returned without success today, and maybe he will not come to my general's residence again in the future. "

While he was talking, Ci Song had already returned to his courtyard. When he opened the door of his room, he saw Ci Qi Bai and Ning Ping'an sitting on chairs.

Ci Song pretended to be surprised, looked at Ci Qibai in front of him, and asked doubtfully: "Father, didn't you say you were going to rest? Why did you come to my place again?"

Hearing this, Ci Qibai and Ning Ping'an looked at each other. Just when Ci Qibai was about to say something, a voice came from behind Ci Song.

"Young friend Ci, I'm really sorry. I just took advantage of you."

Ci Song looked back and saw Chen Xintong walking from the courtyard with an apologetic expression.

"Are you? That Mr. Chen from before?"

Ci Song looked extremely confused at first, then took out the Shui Han Sword from the jade pendant and said, "Mr. Chen, are you here to cause trouble for my father?"

Hearing this, Chen Xintong waved her hands quickly and said, "Young friend Ci, you really misunderstood. I came here simply to ask your father some questions."

Ci Song, however, clenched the Shui Han Sword in his hand a little tighter, and pretended to say: "Senior, Ci Song knows that he is not your opponent. No matter what the reason for your coming this time, since you have broken into my Mansion, then don’t blame me for being ruthless under the sword.”

Chen Xintong looked helpless, "Little friend, I really don't mean any harm."

"Song'er, if Mr. Chen really has ill intentions towards our General's Mansion, even if all of us present are added together, we are not even the enemy of Mr. Chen."

Ci Qibai also spoke at this time, and then looked at Chen Xintong and said: "Master Chen, I, Ci Qibai, have followed the promise of the year, quit the Confucius School, and returned to the world. The orb of literary fortune is no longer with Ci Qibai. Why do you still come to me?"

"There is no way. The Holy Master told me to find the Wen Yun Pearl. It was previously rumored that the Wen Yun Pearl appeared in South Korea. I went to South Korea in person, but found that the bead was nothing more than a fake, so I had to look for it. Anyone who has truly owned the Jewel of Wen Yun, come and find out."

When Chen Xintong said this, she glanced at Ci Song and said, "I thought, Xiaobai, that you would pass the Wen Yun Orb to your son, but unfortunately I didn't sense any aura from him just now."

"It seems that you really abandoned it back then."

Ci Qi Bai heard the words and replied: "Master Chen left behind several immortals in paintings back then and severely injured Qi Bai. Then he sent Mr. Kong from Kong Sheng Academy and three other half-sages to chase Qi Bai for tens of thousands of miles. , Qi Bai knew that he was no match for his master, and he could not keep such a magical object in his hands. In order to survive, Qi Bai could only throw it away. "

"This matter is the fault of my ancestor's palace. The fairy in the painting I left behind only represents part of my will. If I had been present at that time, I would never have taken strong measures. The Wen Yun Orb is the most precious treasure in heaven and earth. Among those who are capable, I don’t think there is anyone in this world whose talent can match that of a thirty-seven-year-old Half-Saint.”

Chen Xintong sighed slightly and said: "This matter is also my fault. If I had the strength I have today, I could have separated half of my soul and stayed in the First Master Palace, so that my First Master Palace would not lose one Such a genius, ugh.”

Chen Xintong looked infinitely regretful, and Bai Wenyan was speechless, but he did not dare to relax at all. Although it was the first time for him to see Chen Xintong's true body, he knew that he could become the master of the palace. The master must have a lot of tricks, and the immortals in the paintings that he chopped up back then were all cruel and ruthless, but the Master Chen in front of him gave people a gentle and elegant feeling. This contrast also made Ci Qi Bai was even more cautious.

"Master Chen, since you have determined that the Wen Yun Orb is not in the possession of my father and son, please take it back." Bai Gongshou said.

"Yes, Mr. Chen. The Master's Hall is in such chaos now. If you don't come forward to help, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world's scholars?"

Another figure appeared in Ci Song's room. If he looked closely, he saw a middle-aged man wearing white Confucian robes. He was handsome, holding a paper fan, and a smile on his face.

"Who is this person? Is there another sub-sage? I remember my father said, isn't Master the only sub-sage still wandering in this world?" Ci Song looked at the man in white and thought in his heart complained.

"Are you...Xue Fufeng?"

Chen Xintong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It seems that you have made great progress. The injuries caused by the Ya Sheng's forcible breakthrough back then have now been restored to their original state with the help of Mirage Dragon Talent?" "It's a fluke. In front of Mr. Chen, my little strength is not worth mentioning," the man in white replied.

"Xue Fufeng?? Isn't that the master's name? Could it be that this person is the master?"

Ci Song looked at the man in white in front of him in surprise, and was shocked. The difference between the two was too big. The teacher he had seen before was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, but the one in front of him was a romantic and suave man. The difference between them was really hard to accept.

"Alas, I have asked almost all the questions. In this case, I will not disturb your reunion. We will meet again if we are destined to meet."

After that, Chen Xintong turned around and left, walking out of the general's mansion.

After Chen Xintong left, Ci Qibai and Ning Ping'an were completely relieved and sat down, and the teacher also walked to the two of them and sat down.

"I can't believe that the master of the first master's hall would come to my general's mansion." Ci Qibai spoke first.

Ning Ping'an also had a serious look on his face. "His strength has now reached an extremely terrifying level. Even if my senior brother and I join forces, I'm afraid we can't last more than ten moves under his hands."

"Look at how scared you two are. Why are you getting worse and worse? Especially you, Old Ning. Three hundred years ago, you and your senior brother joined forces to kill into the Temple of the Forefathers. Back then, you two senior brothers were really fearless. Even when facing Chen Xintong, you fought for three days and three nights. Why are you scared by him now?"

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