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

On the morning of the second day, the mighty army and carriage team slowly drove out of the courtyard and headed towards the direction of the Great Zhou Royal City.

Today's weather is particularly sunny, and the sun shines through the clouds and falls on the ground, adding a bit of warmth to the journey that is about to begin.

He thought he would ride a carriage alone, but he didn't expect that he would be invited by Yingtian to ride in the same carriage with him.

The carriage that Yingtian rode was of the same specifications as the King of Liang. The interior was spacious and luxuriously decorated. The seats and coffee tables were made of fine sandalwood, exuding a faint fragrance. In addition to a low table in the center, there were two soft couches on each side, and the soft couches were covered with thick brocade quilts, which looked extremely comfortable.

The curtains of the carriage were made of silk, and the scenery outside could be seen through the curtains. The colors and patterns of the curtains were also carefully selected, which looked both noble and elegant.

When Ci Song entered the carriage, he saw another middle-aged man in green clothes. He was resting with his eyes closed. Even when Ci Song entered the carriage, he did not open his eyes to look at Ci Song.

"Ci Song, he is the leader of the literati in this trip to Da Zhou, Zhang Wenlong, he is also the uncle of the current prime minister of Daliang, and also a great writer."

Just after Ying Tian finished the introduction, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes looked at Ci Song for a moment, and then he showed a warm smile, saying: "This is Ci, you are indeed a talented person, a dragon among men."

Ci Song heard the words and hurriedly bowed and said: "Senior Zhang, you are too kind, I am just a student, I don't deserve the four words of a dragon among men."

"Haha, Ci, you are too modest, I have heard of your talent a long time ago, that funeral elegy has long been spread throughout Daliang, 'Ten years of life and death, I can't forget it without thinking about it', just a few words express the helplessness and longing of life and death. This poem alone is enough to make you famous in history." Zhang Wenlong did not hesitate to praise him.

Ci Song just smiled indifferently upon hearing this, and then politely replied: "I just came up with the right poem at the right time."

"What a good poem at the right time, what Ci said is quite interesting."

Zhang Wenlong nodded, and looked at Ci Song with a little more appreciation. In his opinion, Ci Song was just being modest.

"Please don't be polite, I still have something to tell you."

Ying Tian interrupted their conversation and then said: "This trip to Da Zhou is not a small fight, but a real war, which is also divided into two battlefields: literati and army. What you two have to face is the ancient cultivators from the Da Zhou Royal City."

"The four realms of Saint, Sage, Ming, and Man. According to the intelligence we have explored, although there is no Saint Realm in Da Zhou Royal City, there are seven Sage Realm late-stage strongmen left, whose strength is no less than that of the literary masters, and the seven countries Discuss, each country will send a strong man in the realm of literary heroes to counterbalance the strong man in the late stage of the realm of virtuous in the Great Zhou King City. At the same time, the seven countries will also send their own great scholars to clean up those who have not entered the late stage of the realm of virtuous. "

Speaking of this, Yingtian looked at Zhang Wenlong and continued: "Senior Zhang, as the leader of the literati on this trip, I hope you can crush an ancient cultivator in the late stage of the realm of virtuous with the most powerful attitude, so as to demonstrate the strength of our Daliang country cultivators. "

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will definitely go all out. "Zhang Wenlong bowed and said.

Yingtian nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Ci Song and said, "Ci Song, what you have to face is an ancient cultivator with the cultivation level of Mingjing. Even if it is the late Mingjing, it is only the realm of Jinshi. Your current realm is enough to deal with it."

"But I still want to remind you that this is your first time on the battlefield, so you may not understand the cruelty of the literati on the battlefield. I still want to remind you first, don't have any mercy on the battlefield."

Ci Song heard this and nodded slightly, saying, "Ci Song understands."

"Okay, then, this prince will also take action as appropriate." Yingtian said to himself. In the carriage, the three chatted for a while, and then they closed their eyes and rested their minds and stopped talking.

Outside the carriage, the wheels rolled, the horses' hooves sounded, and the entire convoy galloped on the official road, heading towards the direction of the Great Zhou King City.

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After several days of rushing, everyone finally arrived at the Great Zhou King City.

As the last territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Zhou Royal City also represents its last prosperity. No matter how many times you see it, you will be shocked by it. The towering city walls, wide and straight streets, and rows of houses all show the former prosperity and prosperity of this royal city.

But now, it has been surrounded by the armies of the seven countries. However, even if it is surrounded, the Great Zhou Royal City still shows an unyielding majesty. On the city wall, the flag of the Great Zhou fluttered in the wind, as if announcing to the world the unyielding and strongness of this royal city.

The army led by Ying Tian did not attack the city directly, but chose to station outside the city, forming an encirclement with the armies of the other six countries. They knew that the ancient cultivators in the Great Zhou Royal City were quite powerful, and if they attacked rashly, they would probably pay a heavy price.

Ci Song stood outside the city, looking at the majestic royal city from afar, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

The last time he saw the Great Zhou Royal City, the royal city was still bustling with people, and there was an endless stream of merchants coming and going.

Now standing here again, Ci Song seemed to be able to feel the prosperous atmosphere of the past, but in that atmosphere, there was a hint of loneliness and desolation.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just then, a gentle voice sounded in Ci Song's ears. He turned his head and saw Zhang Wenlong standing beside him, looking at the royal city from afar.

"Nothing, just some emotion." Ci Song shook his head and said softly.

"Hehe, normal, when I first came to the Great Zhou Royal City, I was also shocked by its momentum. It's a pity that now this royal city has become the target of the seven countries. I don't know how long it can last." Zhang Wenlong sighed.

"There are no eternal friends or eternal enemies in the world, only eternal interests. The reason why the seven countries joined forces against the Great Zhou is nothing more than the word interest." Ci Song said slowly.

"Yes."

Zhang Wenlong also sighed and said: "The Great Zhou occupies the world's destiny. If the seven countries want to stand out, they must first completely destroy it. This can also be regarded as a world of great contention. I just don't know who can stand out in this great contention and become the next dynasty."

Speaking of this, Zhang Wenlong suddenly looked at Ci Song and smiled: "Ci Xiaoyou, with such a scene, why don't you write a poem to record what happened today?"

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