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

"Isn't he at the level of a scholar? Did he hide his cultivation before?"

"No, he should have used some secret method to force his talent to reach the level of a Hanlin."

"There are several realms between a scholar and a Hanlin. How could there be such a secret method in the world?"

"Yes, but very little. Although I don't know what secret method Fang Zhongyong used, the price he paid must have been huge."

"It was previously rumored that Ci Song fought Hanlin in the capital of Han. So, there will be a fierce battle between him and Ci Song. Fight.

The students discussed it. Almost everyone thought that Fang Zhongyong would lose in this battle. But now Fang Zhongyong's cultivation has reached the Hanlin realm. They don't know how much strength Fang Zhongyong still has hidden, or whether his use of secret methods to forcibly improve his cultivation will have any impact on him.

But in any case, this battle is undoubtedly very exciting. At least they can really see the strength of Ci Song, the rumored genius.

"As long as I can wash away my past humiliation, what does it matter if I pay a price?"

Fang Zhongyong sneered and rushed towards Ci Song. In his hand, the long sword was as flexible as a silver snake, moving freely on the high platform.

"Really? That may not be the case. "

Ci Song's expression remained unchanged. He took out the Shuihan Sword from the jade pendant. A chill spread from his body. He turned his wrist and the Shuihan Sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. A cold sword energy rushed straight into the sky, tearing a long hole in the originally gray sky.

"It's just a Hanlin. It's not like I haven't killed before."

Seeing this, Fang Zhongyong raised his wrist, and the silver-white sword light suddenly burst out, colliding head-on with the Shuihan Sword in Ci Song's hand.

The moment the sword light and the blade met, there was a crisp sound of "clang." Fang Zhongyong's silver-white sword light was easily defeated by the Shuihan Sword, and it splashed like broken silver-white water. A golden sword light followed and flew towards Fang Zhongyong.

"The sword in your hand is also a masterpiece of literary masters? . "

Fang Zhongyong's face changed greatly, and he quickly retreated to the edge of the ring, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him, blocking his retreat. He kept swinging the silver-white sword in his hand, but it could only protect the area within a few feet around him, and he couldn't get away.

"There is a scholar in the Fang family, with a spirit as bright as a rainbow, a heart as hard as iron, heroic spirit and lofty ambitions. He traveled thousands of miles to write poems and essays. If he wants to be famous and influential, Fang is hard to give up. "

In this poem, the first two sentences are like rocks falling from a mountain, with great momentum, while the last two sentences are like a strange peak rising up. There is also mystery on the top of the strange peak.

If you only listen to this poem, others will think that Fang Zhongyong is a handsome man with lofty ambitions, but only Fang Zhongyong himself knows what the truth is.

As Fang Zhongyong recited another poem, the momentum emanating from him continued to rise. Originally just a sharp silver-white sword light, as he chanted, it gradually turned into several cold rays, intertwined like a swimming dragon, instantly breaking through the golden sword light released by Ci Song, and then turned into an invisible cage, covering Ci Song.

"This is the first time I have seen a young man who has no fame and has just started writing, write such straightforward poems just to praise himself. You are really amazing. "

Ci Song had a slight smile on his face, and his tone was full of sarcasm. In the ancient poems that Ci Song had come across, although there were many poets who also liked to flatter themselves, most of them were extremely subtle in boasting about themselves, and most of them used objects to describe people. Of course, there was also Li Bai's straightforward and unrestrained self-praise. Of course, comparing Li Bai with Fang Zhongyong was really an insult to Li Bai.

But poems like Fang Zhongyong's, which were not concealed at all, self-promoting and self-praising, and also had his own surname, were extremely rare.

"How is Mount Tai? The green of Qi and Lu is endless, and the creation is full of divine beauty, and the yin and yang divide the dusk and dawn. The clouds are rising in my heart, and the returning birds are in my eyes. I will climb to the top and see all the mountains as small. ”

Ci Song slowly recited "Viewing the Mountain". This poem is well-known in the blue planet, especially the line "I will climb to the top and see all the mountains as small" has inspired countless people.

This poem was written by the young poet Du Fu. At that time, Du Fu had not experienced the Anshi Rebellion. He was just a young man with high spirits, heroic spirit and lofty ambitions. This poem "Viewing the Mountain" was written by the poet Du Fu when he traveled to Mount Tai.

Of course, many people think that this poem was written by the poet Du Fu after he climbed Mount Tai, because of the last line in the poem "I will climb to the top and see all the mountains as small", but the fact is that Du Fu had not climbed Mount Tai when he wrote this poem.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that the poet Du Fu had not climbed Mount Tai. Mount Tai, but just standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the towering Mount Tai from afar. "Wang Yue" means just looking at Mount Tai from afar, and in ancient times, many poets left poems, and the scenery described was not all the poets' personal experience.

Of course, this does not mean that the poet Du Fu did not climb Mount Tai, because the poems handed down by later generations described the scenery seen at the top of Mount Tai. The sentence "Standing at the Sun Viewing Peak in the late autumn, looking up at the vast wilderness" in "Again at the Foot of the Back Garden" is about the Sun Viewing Peak on Mount Tai.

Fang Zhongyong's recitation of poems is not worth mentioning in front of "Wang Yue". The masterpiece "Wang Yue" left by the poet Du Fu, the kind of lofty ambitions and far-reaching artistic conception left, is far beyond the self-praising poems recited by Fang Zhongyong.

At the moment when Ci Song finished reciting "Looking at the Mountain", the talent on the high platform that was originally flying towards Fang Zhongyong changed its direction instantly. They knelt down at Ci Song's feet as if they had seen a monarch, whistled, and then poured into his body.

"It seems that you, the Hanlin, are a little watery. Although you have temporarily possessed the talent and cultivation of the Hanlin realm, your combat power is not much different from that of an ordinary Jinshi. If you were put in the battle between heaven and man three years ago, you would be at most in the top 20."

After saying that, Ci Song waved the Shuihan Sword in his hand, and countless sword lights crisscrossed, cutting through the sky, piercing through the darkness, and instantly split the air within a few feet around Fang Zhongyong. Fang Zhongyong showed an extremely horrified look on his face. He waved the gray-black long sword in his hand, trying to resist the sword lights flying around.

In an instant, a few bloodstains appeared on Fang Zhongyong's head, and the black robe he was wearing had become riddled with holes. Blood kept flowing out of the dense wounds.

With just one move, Ci Song severely injured Fang Zhongyong. The difference between the two sides can be imagined.

"Damn, why is he so strong?"

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