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

"Ci Song."

When Fang Zhongyong saw Ci Song, his eyes were full of hatred. He had been seriously injured by Ci Song before, and he had humiliated him in public and made him lie in bed for a whole month. If he hadn't written a sentence on the hospital bed, The poem has broken through the realm. At this moment, he may still be lying on the bed.

At this moment, the enemies were extremely jealous when they met each other. Fang Zhongyong's eyes were cold and he stared at Ci Song who was not far away from him on the high platform. The latter smiled back and seemed not to take Fang Zhongyong into consideration.

"Has the Tianguan matter been resolved?" After seeing Ci Song appear, Mr. Yi sent a letter asking Ci Song Dao.

"Yes, it took some time, but fortunately the matter was resolved satisfactorily." Ci Song echoed.

With a faint smile on his face, Mr. Yi said: "That's good. Just wait until after the selection battle, and I will take you to meet someone. He has been talking about me for a long time and wants to meet you."

"Listen to Mr. Yi."

Ci Song smiled indifferently, then looked at the students present and said, "Ci Song wants one quota for the Five Courts Tea Party. I wonder if you, brothers, can agree?"

As soon as this statement came out, not many students present objected. Just kidding, Ci Song was the second person in the last battle between heaven and man, and he got it as a scholar. Ci Song was also the second person in the past hundred years, except Bai Ye. As scholars, the two of them were among the top ten in the Heavenly Human Ranking, but even Bai Ye was eliminated early when he participated in the Battle of Heavenly Humans for the first time, while Ci Song directly got the second place, which is enough to see that. The talent and strength of Ci Song.

"I disagree."

Just as everyone nodded, a discordant voice came from Ci Song.

Ci Song looked back and saw Fang Zhongyong looking at him angrily. Then he heard Fang Zhongyong say: "This selection will last for fifteen days, and all participating students will compete with each other." , based on the number of wins, the top 100 students were selected. Although you are extremely powerful, Ci Song, is it inappropriate for other students to take the spot for the tea party with just one word? Too fair?"

He didn't pay much attention to what Fang Zhongyong said. In Ci Song's view, although Fang Zhongyong was talented, he was too narrow-minded and especially jealous. Such a person might be able to achieve something in his cultivation. After all, jealousy is also one of the driving forces for people to make progress, but if they cannot wake up in the future, there will be great obstacles in breaking through to the realm of literary giants in the future.

"Everything Fang said is reasonable and there is nothing wrong with it. Ci Song, do you really want to break the rules set by the courtyard?"

Fang Zhongyong continued to add fuel to the fire. When he mentioned the word "destruction", he deliberately emphasized his tone, making it particularly abrupt. Such abruptness made the students present feel very uncomfortable.

After all, he had worked hard for fifteen days, even risking everything he had, to get a spot. Ci Song took it away with just one sentence. Whoever it was in his place would be unhappy.

Ci Song naturally understood what the displeasure of everyone present was. After all, they had never really seen the strength of the second-placed person on the list of gods. He needed to show his strength to make everyone truly convinced. To put it bluntly, he was just killing the chicken to scare the monkeys. As for this person, Ci Song has already made up his mind.

"Okay, what Brother Fang said is true. Since Brother Fang has said so, if Ci still insists on seizing the spot in the tea party, it would be too overwhelming."

Seeing Ci Song's soft submission, Fang Zhongyong felt happy, but what Ci Song said next made him a little embarrassed.

"Then I will fight Brother Fang first to show you my strength. After all, although Ci Song is a third-year student, he is not in the academy most of the time. Brother Fang is at the same level as Ci Song, and A battle between you and me, a genius with a far-reaching reputation, is the perfect match."

"I have fought three games in a row, and my talent has been almost exhausted for a long time. I need to recover." Fang Zhongyong replied.

"Brother Fang is a scholar. Even if his talent is completely exhausted, it only takes two-quarters of an hour to recover. Then I will wait for Brother Fang for half an hour. After half an hour, you and I will fight here. How about it?"

"Fang Zhongyong, you have to think clearly. You and Ci Song are both rare geniuses in the academy who are capable of writing poetry. If you two engage in a life-and-death battle, it will be a great loss to the academy."

Mr. Yi's voice slowly reached everyone's ears.

"Previously, when Ci Song indiscriminately beat the students to serious injuries, the hatred between me and him reached an unending stage. If I lose today and be killed by Ci Song, I can only blame myself for not being as good as others. , No wonder others." Fang Zhongyong sneered and responded to Mr. Yi.

"Since you want to die, I won't hold back, Fang Zhongyong, I'm really curious, where do you get the confidence to dare to fight a life-and-death battle with me?"

Ci Song didn't feel any anger because of Fang Zhongyong's words, but was very curious. To put it bluntly, the talent exuded by Fang Zhongyong was only at the level of a scholar. If they were to fight head-on, it would not pose any threat to Ci Song at all. To put it harshly, Ci Song , Ci Song can crush it to death with one finger.

It was precisely because the gap in strength between the two sides was so huge that Ci Song became even more confused as to how strong Fang Zhongyong's trump card was to support him with such strong self-confidence in a life-or-death battle with himself.

"Fang Zhongyong, please take back what you just said. There is still room for redemption."

Mr. Yi continued to persuade. He naturally knew how big the gap between Fang Zhongyong and Ci Song was. He didn't want Fang Zhongyong to die in vain. After all, Fang Zhongyong was indeed worthy.

The proud son of the academy has a promising future. Mr. Yi has a hunch that if Fang Zhongyong really fights a life-and-death battle with Ci Song, his fate will only be death.

"No need."

Fang Zhongyong sneered, and his aura instantly became fierce. He slowly bowed to Mr. Yi and said, "Please be the judge, Mr. Yi. If someone uses the other party's death as an excuse in the future, I hope Mr. Yi can help Zhongyong testify today."

Seeing Fang Zhongyong so determined, Yi Fusheng knew that he could not persuade him today, but as a teacher in the academy, he still said one last word, "Today, Ci Song and Fang Zhongyong will fight, regardless of life or death. Fang Zhongyong, do you really want to fight a life-and-death battle with Ci Song? Have you thought about it?"

Mr. Yi asked again.

"Really."

Fang Zhongyong's tone was cold, without any change.

"Okay, both parties sign a life-and-death agreement, and fight here half an hour later."

Fang Zhongyong stroked his finger and wrote his name with talent.

"The battle between me and Fang Zhongyong today has nothing to do with anything else but a fight of life and death. The death certificate only contains the names of both parties and does not mention anything else. If someone makes up a story about this matter in the future, it has nothing to do with what happened today."

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