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

Ci Song's figure slowly fell from the air. He glanced at the place where the ghost ancestor disappeared and took a deep breath. At this moment, he truly realized the power of the literary realm. With the joint blessing of his friends, he was completely free from the problem of talent backlash. He could recite ancient famous poems at will, turning them into monstrous talents, and his strength also rose to an unprecedented height in this short period of time.

"call."

Ci Song exhaled a long breath, and then talked with the Mirage Dragon residing in his body, "Senior Mirage Dragon, how much strength can this ghost ancestor ghost restore to you?"

"After all, he is only a ghost ancestor, and his ghost soul was also damaged in the battle with you just now. It is not in a complete state, but it is enough for me to truly display certain magical powers."

The voice of the mirage slowly sounded. The moment he felt that the ghost ancestor was severely injured by the detonated azure pen, he had the idea of ​​​​his ghost. In addition, Ci Song himself also wanted to find out the limit of his own strength, so The two hit it off immediately, and after confirming that Ci Song could leave safely even if he lost to Gui Zu, they decided to stay and fight to the death with Gui Zu.

Just when Mirage was about to say something, Mirage suddenly sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar aura, and his voice became solemn, "Little friend Ci Song, I was negligent and didn't realize that this place is still alive." There is someone else.”

Ci Song frowned slightly when he heard this. His talent was enough to cover thousands of miles, but he didn't feel any breath at this moment. However, as a saint-level existence, Mirage Dragon's perception is naturally far beyond his own. Since he said this, then whoever comes, It's certainly not simple.

"Little friend Ci Song, I will fall into a deep sleep next. If they ask you why my aura appears on your body, just say that you received my blessing in Fenglinzhou. As for other things, wait until I wake up. I will give you the answer later.”

After saying that, Ci Song clearly felt that the breath of the mirage began to gradually become weaker, and finally became completely silent.

"Senior Mirage Dragon."

Ci Song called softly, but received no response. He knew that Mirage Dragon had fallen into a deep sleep.

He realized that the person hiding in the dark was not simple. Even if the mirage was sleeping like this, it was to prevent the other party from sensing its existence and thus expose its relationship with him.

"Everyone, since you are already here, why don't you come out to meet me? Do you need Ci Song to invite you out?"

Ci Song's voice lingered in the air, but there was no response to his voice. The surroundings were still quiet, as if there was deathly silence.

Ci Song was not in a hurry. He stood quietly with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was sensing everything around him. The talent in him began to flow slowly, spreading out like ripples, trying to explore the existence hidden in the darkness.

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the night sky, "As expected of the son of a saint, he does have some skills."

As the sound fell, there seemed to be an invisible force slowly pushing forward in the darkness, and two figures gradually walked out of the hazy night. Their appearance was like two bright stars, piercing this silent and heavy darkness.

Ci Song opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, looking at the two figures, a man and a woman, like fairies walking out of a painting, both dressed in white, as white as snow, without a single flaw. The woman's face was covered with a thin layer of white gauze, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. There seemed to be endless depth and mystery hidden in those eyes, making it impossible for people to peek into her true heart.

The man has a handsome face, with sharp edges and corners like a knife and an axe. He holds a folding fan in his hand, with a landscape painting painted on it. There seems to be some poetry and elegance hidden among the green mountains and green waters.

"Who are you?"

Ci Song frowned slightly. He didn't know these two people, but he could feel that the auras emanating from these two people were not ghost auras, and they were different from his own talents. They were something Ci Song had never seen before. breath.

"You don't need to know who we are. If someone wants to see you, just follow us."

The man smiled slightly, and there seemed to be some deep meaning hidden in that smile, which was unpredictable.

Ci Song frowned slightly. He didn't like the feeling of being led away by someone. The golden talent flowed in his hands and turned into a long sword that he held in his hand. When the woman saw Ci Song wanting to take action, she spoke Said: "Don't you want to know about your mother?"

"Do you know my mother?" Ci Song was also stunned. He didn't expect that these two people actually said they knew their mother.

"Your mother is a saint of our clan."

The man shook his folding fan gently and said in a leisurely voice, "As her child, you should understand her past."

Ci Song held the sword tightly, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, "What truth can you tell me?"

The woman smiled softly, her voice as beautiful as the sound of nature, "You only need to come with us, and we will tell you everything about your mother."

"What if I don't want to know the truth?"

"It's up to you."

The man smiled slightly and waved his folding fan lightly. A stream of light flew out from his fan and turned into a long light belt, extending into the distance. "If you want to leave, we will not stop you. This also means that you have lost everything." The only chance to make contact with our people.”

"Are you from the Immortal Clan?"

Ci Song stared at the strip of light, and a sudden realization surged in his heart. The auras of the two people in front of him felt inexplicably familiar. The auras that transcended the world were very similar to the auras of the legendary immortals.

Ning Ping'an once said that there is a group of people in the Chaos Realm who call themselves "descendants of immortals". They regard themselves as immortals and think highly of themselves. They disdain to associate with the other seven tribes in the Chaos Realm. There is very little understanding of them in Tianguan, and even Some people believe that the fairy race does not exist at all.

Ci Song only listened to these as legends, but he did not expect that when he came to the Chaos Realm for the first time, he would be able to come into contact with people from the Immortal Clan.

He hesitated in his heart, not knowing whether to follow these two people. The things they said about his mother were indeed full of temptations for him, but he also knew that everything might be risky, especially in this chaotic world, where various forces were intricate and a little careless could lead to... Falling into a place of no return.

The man seemed to see Ci Song's worries, so he continued: "When you were fighting against the Fengli Ghost Ancestor, have you ever thought about why the other three Ghost Ancestors didn't show up for so long?"

Ci Song frowned slightly, then shook his head.

"It was someone from my clan who took action to trap the other three ghost ancestors. Otherwise, the other three ghost ancestors would have arrived long ago when Feng Li suffered heavy losses."

The man smiled slightly, as if everything was under control, "My clan does not want you to die. In fact, our clan hopes that you will grow up."

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