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

"Teacher, I will only be 17 years old after two years. I can at least attend two more tea parties in the Fifth Academy and give up my place as a scholar. Isn't it too early?"

Ci Song asked curiously. It wasn't that he couldn't let go of this seat, but he just felt that if he could attend two more Five-House Tea Parties, he could make more contributions to Yan Sheng Academy.

"With your talent and knowledge, even if you participate in the Five-House Tea Party this year, the championship is just in your pocket. What's the difficulty? Are you still worried that you won't be able to win the first place this year?"

"That's not the case."

After Ning Ping'an listened, he asked Ci Song Dao: "If you wait until the Fifth Academy Tea Party in the future, what level of cultivation will you reach? Hanlin, a great Confucian? Then you will face a group of 'peers' who have passed the exams and Jinshi cultivation, what do you still think? They can pose a threat to you, but it's just another form of "old man playing with naughty boys". What does this mean to you? "

"That's right." Ci Song nodded.

"Today, troubled times are about to begin. When the princes of the Seven Kingdoms return from the secret realm of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the jade seal of the Kingdom is truly born, the world will be plunged into chaos. Don't forget that you are not just a student of Yan Sheng Academy." Ning Ping'an He opened his mouth and continued to explain.

"I am still the son of the 'human massacre' general of Daliang Kingdom."

"Not only that, you and Zhong Qi are also the deputy masters of the 71st Tianguan Pass. When you reach the age of 30 and enter Tianguan, you will be able to truly inherit the position of the pass master."

After saying that, Ning Ping'an raised his hand and waved, and two jade slips flew into the hands of Ci Song and Zhong Qi respectively, "These two jade slips are the proof of your identity. Be sure to keep them. As for the three semi-holy treasures, you will also It will be delivered to you after you enter Tianguan."

Ci Song looked at the jade slip in his hand. The brave carved on the jade slip looked lifelike, as if it were a living creature. Moreover, the jade slip also exuded a very huge aura, which made people want to explore it. .

"Thank you, teacher."

"Thank you Mr. Ning."

Ci Song and Zhong Qi put away the jade slips in their hands and bowed respectfully to Ningping.

"We are about to arrive at Zhongzhou City. Flying is prohibited on Zhongzhou City. After entering the city, just use your skills and return to the academy. I have other things to do when I return to the academy. The selection of students for the Tea Party of the Fifth Academy is in the martial arts field. You can go there on your own. That’s it.”

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On the high platform of the martial arts arena, a young man wearing a blue Confucian robe exuded a strong aura of talent. He waved a long sword in his hand and then recited: "The scholar holds a sword and is proud of the common people. The sword made of ink cuts through the long night. Who can say that the scholar There is no anger, but there is still a bit of madness in the pride.”

The elegant young man was pacing the stage, his aura rising continuously. Every move he made showed his talent and demeanor. As he kept waving the long sword in his hand, another senior student who was fighting against him waved the pen and ink in his hand, and it turned into a ferocious one. The Molong jumped towards him. However, when the Molong came into contact with the sword in the young man's hand, it turned into dots of ink, and was pushed away by the young man's sword. The young man's sword seemed to have an invisible force attached to it. All the ink transformed by the ink dragon was defeated and turned into nothingness.

Then the sword in the young man's hand was placed in front of the senior student's neck, and he chuckled: "This senior brother, I accept the offer."

"Junior Brother Fang is a genius who writes poetry into ink. In just two years, he has broken through several realms and reached the eighth level of scholar cultivation. He was defeated by Junior Brother Fang. I am convinced that I lost." The senior student put away the brush in his hand. , surrendering to the youth.

"Senior brother accepted the offer, Zhong Yong is just lucky."

The young man also handed over to the senior student and then walked off the stage.

The students watching the game in the audience also began to discuss the young man on the stage, "Is that the poetry genius Fang Zhongyong who has become famous recently?"

"It was him. It is said that he really took up the art of ink after being hospitalized for nearly a year. In the next two years, he wrote many poems and reached the eighth level before he could cultivate. It was precisely because of the blessing of poems that he was able to cross the border. Realm defeated three students in Juren Realm in a row."

"Although the top classmates he defeated can only lift people with three fingers, in two years' time, Fang Zhongyong is very likely to step into the realm of Juren, and in two years, for students in the realm of Juren, if there are no other adventures , It is a blessing to be able to improve his talents. It can be said that even if Fang Zhongyong cannot get the seat today, two years will be enough for him to win over other people's seats. "

The students in the audience started talking one after another, and most of them were praising Fang Zhongyong's talent and strength. Students who master poetry and calligraphy are really rare in Yan Sheng Academy. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"Fang has fought three times in a row, which is enough to prove my strength. If there are any other brothers who want to challenge Fang, please wait for a stick of incense. Fang needs to rest for a while."

As soon as Fang Zhongyong finished speaking, a golden sword light suddenly appeared. The golden sword light shot straight to the high platform, and then a voice reached everyone's ears.

"It seems I'm not late, everything is just right."

The golden sword light flashed across the night sky brilliantly, and finally turned into a slender figure, standing quietly in the sun.

He was wearing a light blue cloud-embroidered robe. The robe seemed to be woven from the purest clouds in the sky. It shone with a faint brilliance and fluttered gently with his movements, as if it were alive. Every detail of the robe has been carefully carved, and the cloud patterns are complex and exquisite, exuding elegance and nobility.

His face is extremely handsome, with clear lines, as perfect as a sculpture. There is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, a high nose bridge, thin and rosy lips, revealing a sense of unruly and free and easy. His temperament is extraordinary, and his every move reveals an innate nobleness, as if he is a banished immortal, untainted by dust.

There is a faint smile on his handsome face, and that smile is warm and charming, like a spring breeze blowing on your face, making people feel moved.

"Ci Song, a third-year student of Yansheng Academy, meets Mr. Yi and all the brothers."

The visitor is Ci Song. He first bowed to Mr. Yi in the air, and then bowed to the students under the high platform.

As soon as he appeared, all the students in the martial arts arena were surprised to discuss. Ci Song was a famous figure in the last Five Academy Tea Party and the Battle of Heaven and Man. Back then, when he was less than thirteen years old, he participated in the Five Academy Tea Party as a scholar, and then won the second place in the Battle of Heaven and Man.

Now nearly three years have passed, and Ci Song's face is no longer as immature as it was three years ago. He has starry eyes and sword eyebrows, and he is majestic and exudes a sharp and unrestrained aura.

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