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

"What a natural chasm, what an idiot's dream! You rely on your father to claim to be superior, and there is a natural chasm between you and me? But you were defeated in my hands. Isn't this the biggest joke?"

A weird smile appeared on Fang Zhongyong's face. He stood up tremblingly. His clothes had been shattered and he was covered in blood holes.

"I still have a trump card."

Fang Zhongyong pulled down the jade pendant from his waist and took out a bead. The bead looked very ordinary, even dull, but there was an extremely powerful aura in the bead.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and all things are animated. They turn into pearls, gather talents and energy, and emerge from the heavens."

Fang Zhongyong formed a seal with his hands, and between the seals, his talent surged, and the air around him seemed to freeze, and then a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"call out."

Golden sword light flashed, and Fang Zhongyong's head was completely separated from his body. The wound on his neck didn't even have time to heal. He widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. The weird smile on his face had not yet dissipated.

Until he died, he still didn't understand why he died in his hands even though his cultivation level was much higher than that of Ci Song. He slowly fell to the ground, his eyes still staring at Ci Song, until The last moments of life.

"Who would show his trump card in front of everyone like this? If it's a friendly discussion, you can use it. In a life-and-death battle, if you yell like this, a fool will stare and wait for you to fully display your trump card. ”

After saying that, Ci Song raised his hand, sucked the beads in Fang Zhongyong's corpse into his hand, and observed them carefully.

"Good guy, are there so many Wen Yun Orbs? Why is there another one? It's mass-produced, right?"

Ci Song felt surprised in his heart. When he saw Fang Zhongyong take out this bead, he felt that it looked familiar. Now he could see clearly that this was another Wen Yun orb, but this one was different from the previous one he had seen in Korea. The one I saw was much duller and seemed to be of a lower grade. Most importantly, there was no aura of literary luck in it.

Ci Song didn't say much, he just put it into his jade pendant. Regarding Ci Song's behavior, everyone present didn't say much. The battle of life and death means abandoning everything, let alone a foreign object. Fang Zhongyong He died in the hands of Ci Song because he was not good at learning, so his calligraphy and other things should belong to Ci Song. If Ci Song died, then everything about Ci Song would be taken over by Fang Zhongyong, which is very reasonable.

"I declare that the winner of this life-and-death battle will be Ci Song."

Mr. Yi also spoke at the right time. He sighed slightly and was not too happy because of Ci Song's victory. In his eyes, Fang Zhongyong and Ci Song were both his students, and both were geniuses. They were competing to kill each other. As a teacher, he was naturally very sad in his heart. But in the battle of life and death, the winner and the loser were always the victors and the losers. If the person dies, there is nothing to say.

After that, he raised his hand and waved, and Fang Zhongyong's body was shrouded in talent. Talent turned into a coffin and slowly wrapped Fang Zhongyong. After a few breaths, Fang Zhongyong's body merged with the heaven and earth and disappeared completely.

"Hey, fight, hatred, hatred, life and death fight, let the dead rest in peace."

Mr. Yi looked at the place where Fang Zhongyong disappeared and whispered softly, with a bit of regret in his expression.

"The selection battle continues, are there any students willing to go on stage to compete with Ci Song?"

Mr. Yi spoke loudly, and the students below were all quiet at the moment, and no one wanted to come on stage. Are you kidding me? The strength that Ci Song showed today far exceeded their imagination. Not to mention that Ci Song's cultivation level has reached the level of a double-fisted Jinshi. Just talking about the battle with Fang Zhongyong who was in the "Hanlin" realm, it can be said that Ci Song was the best. Song directly killed Fang Zhongyong in an instant, while Ci Song was not even injured. What kind of terrifying strength is this?

Although they had all guessed before that with Fang Zhongyong's Hanlin cultivation, his strength should be higher than that of Ci Song, but even so, they did not think that Fang Zhongyong could beat Ci Song, but they did not expect that the gap between the two sides was so big. .

A quarter of an hour later, there was still no one willing to go on stage to fight Ci Song.

"Since no one has accepted the challenge, one of the quotas for the Five Courtyard Tea Party will be Ci Song. Do you still have any complaints?"

Mr. Yi asked again, and when no one refuted, he completely dismissed the name Ci Song.

"Young man Ci, you go home first. In fifteen days, I will take you to meet a senior."

Mr. Yi spoke to Ci Song. When he saw Ci Song's dusty appearance, he naturally guessed that he had rushed back from Tianguan and that he should be allowed to go home. After all, those "uncles" in his family were always there. Come to the academy to bother yourself. If you are still the academy teacher now, you will definitely have a good "fight" with them.

But now that Dean Yan is away, and he is acting as the dean, if he acts like he did before, it would be too inappropriate, and he would also fall into the trap.

When Ci Song heard this, he bowed his hands to Mr. Yi and said, "Thank you sir."

After that, Ci Song turned into sword light and disappeared from the high platform. After Ci Song left, Mr. Yi continued: "The selection battle continues. The next person to take the stage is Deng Wu, a fifth-grade student."

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"Uncle Zhuang, is the Xiaoyao Mind Technique too difficult? I have been studying with you for almost half a year, and I still haven't gotten started."

"The so-called freedom does not mean that you forget about the things in the world, but that you abandon those useless thoughts. There is no self and no destination. They are all delusions. Inaction is the rule. There is no distance between heaven and earth."

"Uncle Master, can't you say something I can understand? Why do I feel like I understand every word you say, but why don't I understand it when you put it together?"

"You are still young. If you really understand the Xiaoyao Heart Method, then wouldn't my decades of hard work be meaningless? So don't think that everything will be fine if you understand it all day long. It doesn't exist. If you seriously understand the Xiaoyao Heart Method, you can only deceive yourself."

"Then uncle master, do you still want me to learn this Xiaoyao Heart Method?"

"I remember you took the initiative to ask me to learn the Xiaoyao Heart Method, why are you asking me now? Little girl, don't forget your roots after learning something."

In the backyard of the Ci Family General's Mansion, two people, one old and one young, were sitting by the pond fishing. The fish basket next to the elder was already full of various fish, but the girl's fish basket was very clean, without a single fish.

The girl threw out the fish hook in her hand, and the fish hook slowly floated in the air and finally fell into the water, causing ripples.

"If one's state of mind is reached, one can naturally break through to the realm of literary masters. If not, even if one practices for hundreds of years, it will be in vain."

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