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

"Senior, I will take my leave now."

Ci Song bowed to the void, then turned around and walked towards the light gate.

The moment he passed through the light gate, he felt a strong suction coming, and his figure flew forward uncontrollably.

After an unknown period of time, Ci Song felt a light in front of his eyes, and his figure had flown out of the light gate and appeared in a strange world.

"Finally back, it's still comfortable in Tianyuan Continent."

Ci Song looked up at the sky, and saw white clouds floating above the sky, and the sun shone through the clouds, shining on the earth, a vibrant scene.

"My talent has returned from the realm of literary masters to the realm of great scholars. Could it be that the talent previously stored in the Wenyun Orb has been used up by me? It shouldn't be?"

Ci Song muttered to himself. He sensed his own cultivation and confirmed that he had not been teleported away from Tianguan. Just as he was about to enter the space of the Wenyun Orb, a voice came from behind him.

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

Ci Song turned his head and saw a group of men wearing armor and holding spears standing behind him. The leader was a middle-aged man about 30 years old. The armor on his body exuded a light golden luster, and on his waist, there was a jade pendant. This jade pendant was crystal clear and emitted a faint white light.

"I am Ci Song, a disciple of the Confucian School. As for why I appeared here, it's a long story." Ci Song came back to his senses and bowed to the group of people.

"No, we have patrolled this place three times and did not sense the presence of anyone here. The Confucian pass is in the west, and my military pass is in the east. If Confucian disciples want to enter my military land, they need to pass the bamboo slips, otherwise they can't pass through the space barrier here. How did you appear here? Could it be someone from the Huang clan?" One of the military children said.

The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this, glanced at Ci Song, and then said in a cold voice, "Do you have a bamboo slip?"

"No, but..."

"That must be a spy from the Huang clan, haha, let's take him down first."

The middle-aged man shouted coldly, and then the spear in his hand flew towards Ci Song.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Seeing this, Ci Song hurriedly called out to the other party, but the other party ignored him and didn't listen to him at all. The ten people each released their talents, and for a while, all kinds of killing power enveloped Ci Song.

"This group of people didn't listen to me at all, I can only fight them first."

Ci Song shook his head helplessly. His experience along the way was too outrageous. If he wanted to explain the matter clearly, it would take a long time, and even if he explained it clearly, he was afraid that the other party would not believe it. The more important reason was that Ci Song didn't know where he was in Tianguan now, and he couldn't send a message to his teacher to pick him up.

Therefore, the best way at this moment is to fight them. If they are defeated, they will answer their questions honestly.

"Ten Direction Army Formation."

Ten military strategists simultaneously performed the Ten Thousand Weapons Art, and various weapons appeared on their bodies. The ten of them formed a circle, surrounding Ci Song in the middle. The next moment, countless murderous auras surged towards Ci Song.

"Come on."

Seeing this, Ci Song took out the Water Cold Sword from the jade pendant, and all the talent of the great scholar poured into the Water Cold Sword. Suddenly, a white light enveloped the Water Cold Sword, releasing a biting cold.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold, and the warriors will never return."

Ci Song held the Water Cold Sword with one hand, and stabbed the blade forward. Suddenly, a sharp sword aura spread around, colliding with the surrounding murderous aura, and a violent energy fluctuation broke out.

"How is it possible? You are only a great scholar, how can you have such a powerful sword energy?"

The middle-aged man saw this and showed a shocked expression on his face. He cried out in surprise. However, before the ten of them could react, their bodies were frozen by the sword energy released by the Shuihan Sword, and several of them instantly lost all their fighting power.

"One literary giant and nine great Confucian scholars are no longer my opponents."

Ci Song put away the Shuihan Sword, looked at the ten people whose bodies were frozen, and asked: "Brother, can the ability I just displayed prove my identity?"

"Ci wants to know how far this place is from the Confucian Pass?"

"This is the seventh military pass, three thousand miles away from the Confucian Pass. If you want to return to the Confucian Pass, you can pass through the space barrier here and then head west. However, according to the regulations, you don't have a pass bamboo slip in your hand. It's probably a foolish dream to want to pass through the space barrier here."

The middle-aged man answered Ci Song's question with difficulty, but after he finished speaking, his face turned pale and the frost covering his body began to melt.

"Thank you, brother, for answering my question."

After that, Ci Song placed the jade pendant of his personal disciple in his own hand, and then sent a message to his teacher: "Song has returned safely, and is now in the seventh pass of the military family. Please come and pick me up, teacher."

After sending the message, Ci Song hung the jade pendant back on his waist, and then asked the ten of them: "My fellow military brothers, I really appeared here by accident, and I am not a spy from the Chaos Realm."

The middle-aged man in the lead heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Ci Song really had no ill intentions. He clasped his fists and apologized to Ci Song, "We were reckless and attacked you without knowing the truth. I hope you will forgive us. During this period, cracks appeared on the edge of the Heavenly Pass. Everyone in the passes was on high alert, fearing that spies from the Chaos Realm would sneak into the Heavenly Pass."

"It should be so. If Ci finds someone suspicious, he will choose to take action."

Ci Song exchanged a few more words with a few people. Just as the military disciple was about to take Ci Song into the pass, a blue-white stream of light flew from the sky.

"Ci boy, I really didn't expect that you are bolder than your father."

The blue-white stream of light stopped in front of Ci Song, and a figure in white stepped out of it. He looked at Ci Song with a happy and angry expression on his face.

"Master, why are you here? Where is my teacher?"

"Your teacher asked me to come. His cultivation is too weak. It takes some time for him to get here, so I came to pick you up."

Xue Fufeng looked at Ci Song, who was dressed neatly,

with no wounds on his body, and did not look at all embarrassed. It was completely different from what he imagined. According to the stories of several people who had returned earlier, Ci Song took the initiative to stay and fight against Ghost Ancestor, so how could he not have wounds on his body?

This is unreasonable. . . . . .