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

As the old man spoke, countless words burst out from his body. Ci Song looked up and saw oracle bone inscriptions, small seal script, cursive script, etc. There seemed to be an inexplicable connection between the words. They met in the air and then merged into the old man. in his golden eyes.

"What, what's going on? Isn't Li Bai from my time and space? How can I summon him across time and space? Is this world still connected to my original world?" Ci Song was filled with doubts.

At this time, the old man had looked into Li Bai's virtual eyes, as if waiting for Ci Song's answer.

"I have lived in seclusion in the void of literature for many years. I have met and talked with every saint, but I have not found any trace of this one in the long history." The old man said slowly.

"Mr. Li Taibai is known as the 'Immortal of Poetry'. I have never met him in person. I only obtained part of his inheritance through special methods."

Ci Song slowly explained that he would definitely not tell the old man that he was from another world, but he did not lie. After all, he had recited so many Tang poems and Song lyrics, most of which came from Li Bai, from a certain To a certain extent, he can also be regarded as Li Bai's successor.

"Hey, Shixian? Are there really immortals in this world?"

The old man fell into deep thought. After a long time, the old man slowly said: "If I can obtain the inheritance of the immortal, I may be able to break the current literary pattern."

"Old sir, has Ci Song passed the test?" Ci Song continued to ask.

"Forget it, this poem alone is enough to make you proud of the world's literati. I hope you can carry forward your immortality and don't destroy such a precious inheritance."

After saying that, Ci Song's eyes went dark, as if he had fallen into the endless void. When Ci Song opened his eyes again, he had returned to the cabinet of the library, and Ci Qi Bai stood there quietly, Looking at Ci Song.

Seeing Ci Song's consciousness return, Ci Qi Bai said, "My son, have you passed the test?"

"It seems so." Ci Song replied slowly.

"So, very good." Ci Qibai took a deep breath. He originally thought that Ci Song might not be able to pass the test. After all, when he took it out of the saint's tomb, he had already reached the level of a great Confucian. Only when you have enough literary foundation can you pass the test.

Today, Ci Song is just a child. Ci Qibai originally had the mentality of giving it a try. If he succeeded, his son would have an unlimited future. If he failed, he believed that with Ci Song's talent , and we can learn more from that old gentleman.

"My son, the Wen Yun Orb has entered your body. You should not be able to sense its existence. Its effect will not be truly revealed until you reach a certain level."

"Father, who is that old man?" Ci Song couldn't help but be curious and asked his father about the identity of the old man.

Ci Qibai shook his head and said: "I don't know either. I sensed the breath of many saints from that old man, but I can't know his specific identity. Maybe I can only get a glimpse of it if I reach a higher realm." , at least, he is better than me now."

"I see." Ci Song nodded, becoming more and more curious about the Wen Yun Orb and the secrets of the old man.

"My son, you don't have to be too curious. Now that you have the Wen Yun Orb, as long as you practice hard, you will definitely be able to access more secrets in the future."

After that, Ci Qibai pointed to the classics in the library and said, "These books have been my collection for many years. Many of them were copied by me. They may be of some benefit to you. You can read them when you have time." one time."

"It's father."

Just when Ci Song was about to do something, he heard Shi Yue's voice coming from outside the cabinet door: "Master, there are people in the family, and they are calling for you and the young master."

"No." Ci Qibai refused directly. He planned to guide his son's practice today.

"Master, the person here today is a bit special. It's Yan Ruoci. Miss Yan is here." Shi Yue said respectfully.

After hearing the name "Yan Ruoci", Ci Qibai's expression changed. He looked at Ci Song and said, "My son, come with me. I will take you to meet her."

"yes."

After seeing Ci Qibai's reaction, Ci Song understood that Yan Ruo Ci was very unusual, so he respectfully followed Ci Qi Bai out of the library.

In the lobby of the General's Mansion, Miss Yan, wearing a pure white Confucian robe, was seen sitting in the guest seat, offering tea to Gongsun Cuo, "Mr. Gongsun, I heard Mr. Ning mention you a long time ago. He said You are the person he respects the most besides his master. Ruomeng has wanted to see you a long time ago, and today he finally got his wish."

"Would that guy from Ningpingan say such a thing? I'm afraid you, a little kid, didn't say that on purpose just to please me, right?" Although Gongsun Cuo said this, his expression was already happy.

"No way, everything Ruo Bai said is true, and there is no falsehood at all." Yan Ruoci looked like he was speaking righteously.

While the two were chatting, Ci Qibai and Ci Song also came to the lobby. After Yan Ruoci saw Ci Qibai, he immediately stood up from his chair and saluted him: "Yan Ruoci, see you." Uncle Guoci."

And when Ci Song saw Yan Ruo Ci in front of him, his expression became a little surprised. Isn't this the Miss Yan who he saw at the lakeside before? Although she was wearing a Confucian robe that day, Ci Song still recognized her at a glance, not because Ci Song remembered her face, but because of the "bookishness" in her body.

"Ruoci, is it really you? Why are you here? Does your father know?"

After seeing that the person coming was really Yan Ruoci, Ci Qibai's expression was a little complicated, with some excitement, but also some solemnity.

"My father is not in Zhongzhou during this period, so he can't take care of me." Yan Ruoci replied.

Hearing this, Ci Qibai sighed deeply and said, "Is your father doing well recently?"

"Very well, especially in the past few days. I can clearly feel that his whole mentality has changed a lot. He has become positive and optimistic. It seems that he has received some good news. Uncle Ci, don't worry."

After hearing Yan Ruoci's words, a trace of doubt flashed across Ci Qibai's face, and he said, "Positive and optimistic? This is something I have never seen before. Positive and optimistic is good."

After that, Ci Qibai pointed to Ci Song behind Yan Ruoci and said, "My son, this should be the first time you meet Ruoci. She is three years older than you. It is not too much for you to call her sister."

After Yan Ruoci saw Ci Song's true face, he recognized him at a glance, "Hey, did you appear by the Little West Lake of Yansheng Academy the day before yesterday?"

"Yes, I didn't expect Sister Yan to actually recognize me. I am really flattered."

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