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

After the huge sword-shaped cloud slashed through the black and white dragon, it continued to roar towards Ci Song.

Ci Song looked so small in front of the terrifying sword-shaped cloud, as if he would be swallowed by the sword energy at any time.

"Enough."

A sword light suddenly slashed out from below and instantly collided with the sword-shaped cloud.

"Boom!"

Another deafening roar sounded, and the sword-shaped cloud began to slowly collapse and disintegrate under the impact of the sword light.

Tan Tai Jun Heng's figure also returned to the high platform. He held the broken sword and looked deeply at the gradually dissipating sword-shaped cloud in the sky and Ning Ping'an who was blocking Ci Song.

"Mr. Ning, don't you want me to test the limits of your disciple? Why did you stop me?" Tan Tai Jun Heng asked with a little doubt.

Ning Pingan looked at Tan Tai Jun Heng calmly and said calmly: "Even a half-saint would not dare to resist the sword just now. Ci Song can't take it."

Hearing this, Tan Tai Jun Heng said: "Mr. Ning, you are too kind. Although my sword is powerful, it is far from the level of a half-saint."

Hearing this, Ning Pingan shook his head and said: "Your sword has touched the way of heaven and earth, and its power is enough to match the attack of a half-saint. If Ci Song takes it head-on, he will be seriously injured."

"Tan Tai, are you like me, who has broken through to the half-saint level but cut off the fruit of the Tao?" Ning Pingan said slowly.

Tan Tai Jun Heng looked at Ning Ping An deeply, then nodded and said, "Mr. Ning is indeed a man of insight. I have indeed broken through to the realm of semi-saints, and like you, I chose to cut off my own Dao fruit."

Ning Ping An heard this, and a look of approval appeared on his face. "Self-cutting Dao fruit requires great courage and determination. In this way, your cultivation will be greatly reduced, and you may never be able to recover to the realm of semi-saints."

Tan Tai Jun Heng heard this, smiled faintly, and said, "I am a sinner. I can live to this day because my brothers have exchanged their lives. If it were not for the blessing of Mirage Dragon's talent, Jun Heng would never have been able to step into the realm of semi-saints in this life."

"And I cut off my own Dao fruit, first to atone for my sins, and second to be able to freely enter and exit the Heavenly Gate and the Chaos Realm. As you once said, a realm that is too high will become a hindrance."

"Tan Tai, you have guarded the Heavenly Gate for more than two hundred years. You are not a sinner, but a hero." Ning Ping An said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Tan Tai Jun Heng shook his head and said, "Mr. Ning, you don't have to do this. I know that I have committed many sins. It is a great blessing to be able to have this day."

Ning Ping An saw this and did not persuade him any more. Everyone has their own knots and persistence. He can understand Tan Tai Jun Heng's thoughts.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about the past. Go and recover your talents first. Let's go to Tianguan together."

The teacher's voice reached everyone's ears. Tan Tai Jun Heng heard the words and nodded, then turned around and flew away as a sword.

Ci Song looked in the direction of Tan Tai Jun Heng with lingering fear, and his heart was full of shock. He didn't expect that Tan Tai Jun Heng's strength was so terrifying. His strongest trick, the combination of vertical and horizontal, was so easily broken by his sword.

"Ci Song, come with me, I will take you to recover your talents."

After that, Ning Ping An grabbed Ci Song's arm and flew away from the pass.

After a few breaths, Ning Ping'an brought Ci Song to the center of an extremely wide square. The size of the square was breathtaking.

The ground was paved with smooth jade-like slabs, each of which was engraved with ancient runes, as if carrying the secrets of countless years.

Around the square, there stood statues of many saints, with solemn faces and majestic figures, as if they were guarding this mysterious land. Each statue exuded a powerful aura that made people feel awe. Under the sunlight, these statues seemed to wake up at any time.

The moment Ci Song stepped onto the square, he felt a constant flow of talent coming from all directions, quickly pouring into his body, and his consumed talent was actually restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He also saw Zhong Chou, Zeng Xiangteng, and Duanmu Qingcang here, and they were also recovering the talent they had consumed during the previous fight.

"You sit here to meditate and recover your strength. I will also explain some things you need to pay attention to when you go to the Chaos Realm."

Ning Ping'an brought Ci Song to an open space. Upon hearing this, Ci Song immediately sat down cross-legged and began to close his eyes to recover his strength.

Ning Ping'an stood aside, looking at Ci Song, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes, "I am very satisfied with your performance today. Facing Tan Tai, you can survive so many moves in his hands and even hurt him. It is worth it for me to brag about you in front of him."

"Teacher, who is Mr. Tan Tai? Why does he also say that he is a sinner? People say that my father is a sinner, and Mr. Tan Tai is also a sinner. Do we Confucians like to label others as sinners?" Ci Song asked in a joking tone.

Faced with Ci Song's shocking words, Ning Ping'an was stunned. He didn't expect Ci Song to have such an idea.

"Ahem, although I am a teacher at Yansheng Academy, I am actually a descendant of Zongheng, not a Confucian disciple. I will not comment on these things."

Ning Ping'an coughed twice, and then said seriously: "The sinner of Tantai Junheng is not what others say, but his own obsession that he cannot let go."

"Do you still remember the genius I mentioned to you before, who broke through the great Confucianism at the age of 30 and was known as the 'First Sword of Confucianism'?"

"Mr. Tan Tai, is he the first swordsman of Confucianism?"

Ci Song exclaimed when he heard this.

"Yes, it's him."

Ning Ping'an nodded and continued, "Back then, he was extremely talented and his cultivation progressed rapidly. At the age of 30, he had already broken through the realm of great Confucianism. He not only learned the essence of Confucius' swordsmanship, but also walked out of his own swordsmanship, so he was given the title of 'the first swordsman of Confucianism'."

"And he went to the Chaos Realm with 15 like-minded students from different schools to open up a way for the world's literati to counterattack the alien race."

"It's a pity that among them, only Tan Tai came back alive."

Ning Ping'an sighed and continued, "I was also in the Heavenly Gate at that time. Because I was in the semi-saint realm, I was not allowed to enter the Chaos Realm privately, so I took him back to the Heavenly Gate from the Chaos Realm."

"What happened to them back then?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"I don't know what happened specifically. Tan Tai never explained it to me in detail. I only know that they encountered something strange."

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