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

"His Royal Highness, you have the ambition to rule the world and rule the seven kingdoms, but if you cannot face up to your identity and treat the world's heroes with arrogance, you will definitely suffer big losses in the future."

Zhang Wenlong looked at Yingtian, with a hint of warning in his tone. He understood that the Yingtian in front of him was indeed the most talented and ambitious royal bloodline he had seen in hundreds of years, but he grew up in In the secular world, one does not understand the cruelty of the literary world, which also makes Yingtian feel a little more arrogant today. Of course, being arrogant is not a bad thing.

"I just don't understand why there are so many talented people among hundreds of scholars. Why don't they come forward to benefit the world? Where have they gone?" Yingtian took a deep breath and said slowly.

"His Royal Highness, please forgive me for being honest. Although you have good cultivation talents now, as little friend Ci said before, your vision really needs to be expanded. Although the literary world and the secular world share the same world, in fact, It’s already been two worlds.”

Zhang Wenlong spoke slowly, his voice full of vicissitudes of life, but in fact it was two different worlds.

"The major forces in the literary world have power beyond the world, but they also shoulder the responsibility of guarding this world. They will not meddle in worldly affairs at will, let alone appear in front of the world easily."

"Of course, this does not mean that people in the literary and Taoist world do not care about worldly affairs. On the contrary, there are also many people in hundreds of schools of thought who choose to actively participate in the world, but the vast majority are just people with shallow cultivation."

Hearing this, Yingtian continued to ask: "What is the 'responsibility to protect this area' that Mr. Zhang said?"

"Of course it's Tianguan." Zhang Wenlong replied.

"It's Tianguan again. If there really are so-called people from foreign lands, why don't people in the world know about it?" Yingtian asked.

Hearing what Yingtian said, Zhang Wenlong's attitude became obviously a little unhappy. He was also a student of Yan Sheng Academy, and he also went to Tianguan and stayed there for more than two hundred years. He knew that the literati were trying to fight against The foreigners have paid so much. If he had not suffered from hidden injuries and was no longer suitable to stay in Tianguan, otherwise he would still choose to fight the alien evil spirits for all living beings.

Zhang Wenlong snorted softly and said: "Your Highness, do you think that the fact that people in the world don't know about it means that people from foreign lands don't exist?"

"His Royal Highness, if you view the world's intellectuals with this mentality, then you are still far away from becoming a true king." Zhang

Wenlong suddenly waved his sleeves and left the place.

Ci Song said nothing and looked at Yingtian quietly. He understood why Yingtian's attitude was so unbalanced today, as if he had lost his mind.

Thinking back a few years ago, Yingtian was only in the realm of scholar, and his talent was only considered outstanding among ordinary people. But a few years later, he transformed and broke through to the realm of Jinshi. During this period, he must have received great opportunities.

However, as the realm increases, not only the strength, but also the desire and ambition expand with it. After possessing an impressive talent, Yingtian firmly believes that he can rule the world in the future, unify the world, and become the only king. , and because of this, he has a hostile attitude towards the geniuses in the literary and Taoist world, thinking that they are all obstacles to his future.

However, Yingtian ignored a crucial fact.

The geniuses in the literary world were growing at a speed far beyond his imagination. What they rely on is not only talent, but also vision, structure and countless experiences. In comparison, the chance that Ying Tian relies on seems so insignificant.

His vision and structure are indeed far different from those of a true genius.

But what about others? Just what Ci Song learned and came into contact with during his time at Yan Sheng Academy exceeded most people in the literary and Taoist circles.

At this time, Yingtian, to put it bluntly, is more like a nouveau riche who suddenly became rich. Although he has a certain amount of capital, he lacks real foundation and precipitation in his heart. The impetuousness and arrogance revealed in his behavior may lay hidden dangers for his future if he cannot change it.

"Your Highness, Ci Song also left first." Ci Song bowed his hands to Ying Tian, ​​then turned and left.

Looking at Ci Song's retreating back, Ying Tian clenched his fists fiercely, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers.

"I will definitely remember what happened today and be vigilant every day. I will definitely not make the mistake today again in the future." Yingtian took a deep breath and whispered to himself.

. . . . . .

The armies of the seven countries camped outside the city of King Zhou. Three days later, today was the day when the seven countries jointly agreed to attack the city.

There were not many troops on this trip, and the total number of soldiers from the seven countries was only ten thousand. But now there are only more than five thousand people in the city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, including a large number of scribes and servants in the palace, who are really capable of fighting. There are no more than 2,000 soldiers.

From this point of view, it has almost become a certainty that the city of the Great Zhou Dynasty will be breached.

In the early morning, when the sky was just dawning, the thunderous sound of war drums rang out outside the King of Zhou City. Along with the uniform shouts of the soldiers, a chilling atmosphere filled the air outside the King of Zhou City.

Ci Song, Yingtian and many literati stood on the high platform and looked into the distance.

The Allied Forces of the Seven Kingdoms were arrayed outside the royal city. The leader, Ci Song, did not know him. He just watched him take the lead and rush towards the royal city of Great Zhou.

"kill!"

Following his order, the Allied Forces of the Seven Kingdoms surged towards the Great Zhou King's City like a tide. The sound of horse hooves shook the heaven and the earth, and kicked up dust all over the sky.

"Is this war?" Ci Song sighed as he looked at the battlefield below. This was the first time he had really witnessed a war in the cold weapon era up close.

"Yes, this is war, cruel and ruthless."

Ying Tian spoke slowly, his voice was heavy, "War is a game of power, driven by desire, and the blood and tears of countless lives."

Ci Song did not speak, but just watched the battlefield below quietly. He saw the soldiers waving swords and rushing towards the enemy; he saw blood dyeing the earth red, and life disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, the gate of the Great Zhou Royal City slowly opened, and a team of soldiers rushed out from it and started a fierce battle with the coalition forces of the seven countries.

"Is this the last defender of the Great Zhou?"

Ying Tian sneered, "It's just a bunch of rabble, how can they stop the footsteps of the Seven Nations Coalition?"

Although the number of Great Zhou soldiers is small, they did not show any cowardice. They fought side by side and cooperated tacitly. Every charge and every sword swing seemed well-trained and orderly.

But this could not make up for the huge gap in numbers. Soon this group of soldiers was overwhelmed by the Seven Nations Coalition and could only struggle hard in the dense swords and horse hooves.

Inside the city gate, more soldiers rushed out, one after another, as if they were unaware of fatigue and life and death.

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