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

The literary giant raised his hand to Duanmu Qingcang and then flew out of the high platform.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Feng!"

Duanmu Qingcang bowed in the direction where the literary giant left, then turned around and flew towards the audience. Winning this battle meant that he had the qualifications to go to the world of chaos.

Just after Duanmu Qingcang defeated that opponent, Zeng Xiangteng and Zhong Qi also defeated their opponents one after another. With the blessing of Tianguan Caiqi, their talents were fully released. But even so, the way they defeated their opponents It's not as easy as Duanmu Qingcang.

Especially Zhong Qi, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was covered in blood at this moment. His original green gown had become tattered, and there were many wounds on his body. His face was also covered with blood, but he didn't care. There is only the desire to win.

"What an exciting match, but if both sides are like Zhong Qi, both sides are injured in the fight. Without external help, it will take several days just to recover, right?"

Ci Song looked at Zhong Qi's embarrassed look and couldn't help but sigh.

"It doesn't matter, there is a way to treat them in Tianguan."

A voice reached Ci Song's ears from the left. He turned around and saw the Master appearing on his left side at some unknown time.

"You kid, why are you here?" Master asked Ci Song, his eyes also on the high platform.

"I heard that there is an emergency at Tianguan and it is related to Senior Brother Bai Ye, so I came here specifically to help." Ci Song replied.

"After investigation, Bai Ye has died in the realm of chaos. You don't need to have any illusions anymore." The master said solemnly.

"Teacher, is Senior Brother Bai Ye really dead?" Ci Song turned to look at Master, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

When the master heard this, he turned to look at Ci Song, but said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Ci Song expressed his speculation, "Senior Brother Bai Ye has died in the Chaos Realm, so the top priority must be to guard Tianguan and prevent alien invasion, instead of organizing a team to go to the Chaos Realm like now."

"We are doing this to recover Bai Ye's body." Master replied.

"This reason is simply ridiculous. I don't know who came up with it. Even if Senior Brother Bai Ye is really dead, what meaning does his body have to us?"

Ci Song chuckled lightly and said: "Instead of wasting manpower and material resources to find a corpse, it is better to use this power to guard Tianguan to prevent foreigners from breaking through."

"Besides, Senior Brother Bai Ye once mentioned before leaving Yan Sheng Academy that if he really falls, he will inevitably detonate the soul of the saint in his body to prevent this power from being forcibly seized by others. Therefore, in the world of chaos, I’m afraid there won’t be Senior Brother Bai Ye’s body.”

After listening to Ci Song's reasoning, the master's face was filled with relief, "Hahaha, Ci Song, you are right. Ning Ping'an, you have really taught a good apprentice."

"I don't know if it's good or not. At least my disciples will obey my wishes." Ning Pingan replied calmly.

As soon as he said this, the master's face instantly turned ugly. He turned to look at Ning Ping'an and sighed: "Yes, Yan Zheng has had his own ideas since he was a child. In his heart, rules are above all else, and justice is the most important thing." He is above everything else. I don’t say what he did was wrong, but sometimes he was too harsh.”

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Since you are already here, then go on stage to participate in the competition. If you can win, let's go to the Realm of Chaos together."

The master turned to look at Ning Ping'an and said, "What do you think?"

"I brought Ci Song here because I wanted him to go with me to the Realm of Chaos."

Ning Ping'an immediately pointed to an empty high platform and said to Ci Song: "You go and wait on that platform, and I'll call your opponent."

"is teacher."

After listening to Ci Song, he stepped forward, using the steps of Heguang Tongchen, and walked onto the high platform.

"What is this old guy doing? Which of the students selected this time is not the best in the academy? Let Ci Song defeat anyone at will. Why did you suddenly go out of your way to find another opponent for him?"

The master looked at Ning Pingan's back with a look of confusion on his face, but when he recalled Ning Pingan's previous words, a thought arose in his mind.

"This guy Ning Ping'an won't let that boy be his opponent for Ci Song, right?"

After a cup of tea, Ning Ping'an and another figure appeared below the high platform. After Ning Ping'an said a few words to that person, that person walked onto the ring.

Just when Ning Ping'an had just returned to the stand, the master's voice faintly reached his ears, "I knew you were cruel. Ci Song was just a great Confucian. You asked him to face Tantai." Junheng?"

"Tantai Junheng is only in the realm of literary giants. Ci Song is a genius. He should fight across borders." Ning Ping'an replied.

"Can that be the same?"

"What's the difference?"

Ning Ping'an's eyes were always on the high platform, looking at the two figures on the high platform, and said slowly: "Tantai Mingyue is a sword cultivator, and Ci Song is also a half-sword cultivator. It is more appropriate to let him test Ci Song's strength. but."

"You don't want Ci Song to lose on purpose, do you?"

After Ning Pingping heard this, he turned to look at the master and said, "Why do you think so?"

"It's always hard to guess your thoughts. I won't be surprised by anything you do." The master said solemnly.

"Of course I have my own reasons for doing this."

Ning Ping'an looked at the stage again, and then said: "Ci Song's talent has always been hampered by his cultivation. Now that he has come to Tianguan and received Tianguan's talent initiation, he has reached the realm of great Confucianism. I need to test how far his combat power has reached. level, to deduce whether he is qualified to follow me and bring Bai Ye back."

"Ning Ping'an, do you want to..."

"Yes, Bai Ye possesses the soul of a saint. As long as he does not perish, he will become a saint in the future. It is impossible to abandon such a seedling. I have decided to sneak into the world of chaos and bring Bai Ye back."

. . . . . .

On the ring, Ci Song looked at Tantai Junheng who walked onto the ring, his eyes full of doubts. The man in front of him was wearing a green and white Confucian robe, his hair hung randomly on his chest, and his face was covered with stubble. , his eyes were filled with deep fatigue.

In his hand, he held a broken sword. The blade of this broken sword was covered with mottled marks. It looked like it had been aged for some time, and there were even gaps at the edge of the sword. But even so, Ci Song could still feel it. See the sharpness exuded by this broken sword.

"My name is Tantai Junheng. Mr. Ning said that you are his disciple. Let me test your strength to see if you have the ability to go to the Realm of Chaos."

Tantai Junheng looked at Ci Song and said in a hoarse voice.

"I've met Mr. Tantai, so I'll ask him for advice."

Ci Song bowed his hands and bowed slightly towards Tantai Junheng.

"You'd better use your full strength, or you'll die by my sword."

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