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

"Although you have defeated many opponents in a row and won continuously, in the final analysis, you are only in the realm of raising people, and it is not worth my wait."

The young man in white Confucian robe looked at the young man in front of him quietly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

The young man shouting on the stage is called Zhao Feng, a man who writes calligraphy and ink. He comes from a well-known family and has extraordinary talents. At the age of twenty-six, he has already entered the realm of civil servants, and is somewhat famous in Daliang.

"Hmph, there is only a thin line between being a Jinshi and being a candidate for promotion. I may not lose to you!"

When Zhao Feng heard this, his face suddenly darkened. He was considered a well-known person in Daliang, and he was also the leader of the Lizhou Confucian Lecture Hall. What he couldn't bear the most was the contempt of others.

"Okay, since you are so confident, then I will come and learn your clever tricks."

The young man in white robe smiled faintly, then stood up and walked towards the field.

He has a slender figure, a handsome face, and an elegant temperament, and his every move exudes a calm and unhurried demeanor.

"Those who use calligraphy and ink have extraordinary abilities in battle."

The hand of the young man in white robe released cyan talent, which condensed into a long bow. The arrows were condensed and aimed at Zhao Feng. The next moment, the arrows turned into streamers of light and shot towards Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's expression changed slightly when he saw this. He could feel the powerful power contained in this arrow. He did not dare to be careless. The energy surged in his body. The long sword in his hand bloomed with bright light, and then he struck out with one strike.

"Qiang!"

The sword light collided with the arrow, making a sound of metal clashing, and then the arrow flew back, turning into little stars and disappearing into the air.

Zhao Feng, on the other hand, was shocked and took a few steps back before regaining his balance.

"What a strong strength!"

Zhao Feng was shocked. He did not expect that this white-robed young man was so powerful. His full blow only made him take a few steps back.

"Brother Zhao, your strength is indeed good, but you are still far from defeating me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in white robe pulled the bowstring again. This time, he shot no longer a single arrow, but three arrows, shooting towards Zhao Feng in the shape of a pin.

Zhao Feng's expression changed slightly. He could feel that the power of these three arrows was much more powerful than the previous one. He hurriedly swung his sword to shoot down the arrows, but the speed of the three arrows was extremely fast. , and the angle was tricky, he could only shoot down two of them, and the last arrow flew past his shoulder, leaving a blood mark on his shoulder.

"hiss!"

Zhao Feng took a breath of cold air, and then continued to move and adjust his body to close the distance with the white-robed young man. He knew that those who could shoot into the ink relied on the bows and arrows in their hands, and their weaknesses were It's your own melee ability. As long as you can close the distance with the opponent, you can have an advantage.

But the young man in white robe seemed to have seen through his thoughts. The moment he approached, he took the initiative to meet Zhao Feng, and then punched Zhao Feng's sword. Suddenly, a huge force came from the sword. Zhao Feng felt his arm go numb, and the sword almost flew out of his hand.

He was startled, quickly stabilized his body, and then swung his sword to slash at the white-robed young man.

The white-robed young man did not dodge or dodge, but directly punched out. The wind of the fist roared and collided with the sword light, making a deafening roar.

"boom!"

The fists and swords intersected, and waves of air overflowed. Zhao Feng only felt a powerful force coming from him. His whole body was shaken and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.

"this……"

Seeing this scene, the people around were shocked. They did not expect that Zhao Feng would be defeated so miserably.

You must know that Zhao Feng is a person who writes books into ink, and he can be considered a leader in the realm of Juren. However, he was defeated so embarrassingly at this moment, which made them start to re-examine the white-robed young man in the starting field.

"Brother Zhao, you lost. The gap between Jinshi and Juren is not something you can make up." The young man in white robe said lightly, his tone full of confidence.

Zhao Feng was lying on the ground, his face pale. He knew that he had indeed lost, and he had lost miserably.

He stood up with difficulty, cupped his hands towards the white-robed young man, and said, "Thank you for your advice. Zhao is convinced that he lost."

After saying that, he turned around and left the center of the field.

"So strong!"

"Is this the strength of a Jinshi?"

"That's not an ordinary Jinshi. Look at his attire. It's a Confucian robe that only students from Yan Sheng Academy are qualified to wear."

"I see there are four or five people wearing Confucian robes here. Are they all from Yan Sheng Academy?"

Seeing this scene, the people around were extremely shocked and exchanged words in low voices. It is not an exaggeration to say that Zhao Feng's strength is the best among them. After all, he has defeated five Juren in a row. Such achievements No one can do it yet.

But Zhao Feng was defeated by this white-robed young man in three moves, which was enough to show the difference in strength.

The young man in white robe ignored the exclamations around him. He stood quietly on the ring and glanced at the others, seemingly looking for the next opponent.

"It is my great fortune that students from Yan Sheng Academy can come to participate in this trip to the Great Zhou Dynasty." Before the young man in white robe could finish speaking, he heard Yingtian's voice.

The white-robed young man turned around, saluted Yingtian and said, "Although Zhao Lijing is a disciple of Yan Sheng Academy, he is also a citizen of Daliang. This trip is to promote the prestige of Daliang, and Li Jing must go there."

"Okay, if I, the literati of Daliang, can be like you, why should Daliang be unhappy?"

The corner of Yingtian's mouth raised slightly, obviously very satisfied with Zhao Lijing's attitude.

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures stood out. They were also wearing Confucian robes and had extraordinary temperaments. They were obviously students of Yansheng Academy.

"We are the same. We are willing to follow Senior Brother Zhao and contribute to the prestige of Daliang!"

Seeing the students of Yansheng Academy stand up to express their inner wishes, Yingtian showed a gratified smile on his face. He thought that the students of Yansheng Academy would be like the students he met when he traveled, arrogant and self-righteous, but he didn't expect them to be so humble.

He originally thought that if the students of Yansheng Academy were disobedient, he would directly take action to convince them with strength. Now it seems that this has saved him a lot of effort.

"You six are all Jinshi, enough to support the young talents of the Great Zhou trip. They all call you senior brother, which is enough to show that your strength is the best among them. Then how about you be the leader of the young people?"

As soon as Ying Tian finished speaking, everyone present was stunned. They didn't expect Ying Tian to value these students of Yansheng Academy so much that he actually let them be the leaders of this trip to the Great Zhou.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. We will do our best and live up to your trust."

Zhao Lijing bowed and said, "But the leader should be the one who can do it."

"Are you saying that there is someone stronger than you among the people present?"

"Yes, it's him."

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