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

The person who took action was the silent Zhuang Ya. Two talents, one black and one white, were intertwined from his hand, turning into yin and yang gossip and flowing in his palm.

"This is the eclipse of Taoism, so be careful."

The eight-character Hu Wenhao recognized the moves performed by Zhuang Ya, and when he was about to counterattack, the Yin and Yang Bagua flew out from Zhuang Ya's palm, as if the world had just opened, and everything in the world was under this black and white light. It lost its original color, lost its brilliance, and became as dark as ink.

"Certainly."

After Zhuang Ya's words fell, the movements in the hands of the four literary giants stopped instantly. They tried hard to stimulate their talents, but they were like mud cows sinking into the sea, and never returned.

"We have no intention of killing, but if the four of you really don't care about your life, then don't blame us for being heartless."

Zhuang Ya said, he formed a hand seal, and then walked forward slowly, countless black and white sword energy flew out from the hand seal he had formed, and then floated around him.

"If Taoist disciples are not the most particular about being at ease and doing nothing, why would they get involved in this worldly world?"

The elderly literary man raised his cane and struck the ground violently. Purple talent burst out from his cane, breaking the shackles of the eclipse of heaven and earth.

"Taoist disciples pay attention to doing what they want. Most Taoist disciples like to be pure, so they don't want to come into contact with the world. However, this does not mean that we completely cut off contact with the world."

After saying that, Zhuang Ya flicked his fingers, and the black and white sword energy instantly divided into two groups, slashing at the four people respectively.

"Mr. Wang, we can't help but it will take some time to break the eclipse of the world." Seeing the crisis approaching, the must-have writer immediately spoke to the elderly writer.

"I know."

The old writer nodded and drew a circle in the air with his crutch. Purple talent burst out from his crutch, intersecting with Zhuang Ya's black and white sword energy in the air.

"boom."

The two talents offset each other, like two torrents suddenly colliding. For a moment, they were radiant, like the sun rising, shining so brightly that the whole world lost its color. Countless debris flew in the light, scattering away like dust swept by a strong wind.

At this time, Gao Chuqi, who was behind Ci Song, raised his hand and waved, and an invisible force instantly resolved the aftermath coming towards Ci Song. The aftermath seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible hand and instantly dissipated in the air. But the carriage was unharmed under this force, and even the horses were not frightened and still pulled the carriage steadily. It was as if the aftermath had never existed, everything seemed so calm and natural.

Under the influence of the eclipse of heaven and earth, the movements of several people became extremely slow, as if they had been stretched by time. They struggled to get up, but every effort seemed so weak. Their expressions were full of fear and despair. They really didn't expect that besides Ci Qibai, there were such powerful literary giants in the Ci Family General's Mansion.

"To have such strength at such a young age, even among Taoists, it is a top-notch existence."

The aura of the twilight literary giant rose again, and the cane in his hand suddenly raised, and countless purple talents burst out from his cane, sweeping the entire sky.

"When Yin and Yang are separated, the world turns upside down."

Just eight words seem to contain boundless power. As the eight characters fell, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

The black and white sword energy surrounding Zhuang Ya's body seemed to be attacked by violent wind and rain at this moment, constantly disintegrating and dissipating. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming invisible cracks and emitting a harsh scream.

At this moment when the world was turned upside down, purple energy poured down like a waterfall, dyeing the entire space a mysterious purple. Under the illumination of this purple gas, the light became abnormally refracted, as if reflected by countless mirrors, forming brilliant beams of light that illuminated this inverted world.

The person who took action was the silent Zhuang Ya. Two talents, one black and one white, were intertwined from his hand, turning into yin and yang gossip and flowing in his palm.

"This is the eclipse of Taoism, so be careful."

The eight-character Hu Wenhao recognized the moves performed by Zhuang Ya, and when he was about to counterattack, the Yin and Yang Bagua flew out from Zhuang Ya's palm, as if the world had just opened, and everything in the world was under this black and white light. It lost its original color, lost its brilliance, and became as dark as ink.

"Certainly."

After Zhuang Ya's words fell, the movements in the hands of the four literary giants stopped instantly. They tried hard to stimulate their talents, but they were like mud cows sinking into the sea, and never returned.

"We have no intention of killing, but if the four of you really don't care about your life, then don't blame us for being heartless."

Zhuang Ya said, he formed a hand seal, and then walked forward slowly, countless black and white sword energy flew out from the hand seal he had formed, and then floated around him.

"If Taoist disciples are not the most particular about being at ease and doing nothing, why would they get involved in this worldly world?"

The elderly literary man raised his cane and struck the ground violently. Purple talent burst out from his cane, breaking the shackles of the eclipse of heaven and earth.

"Taoist disciples pay attention to doing what they want. Most Taoist disciples like to be pure, so they don't want to come into contact with the world. However, this does not mean that we completely cut off contact with the world."

After saying that, Zhuang Ya flicked his fingers, and the black and white sword energy instantly divided into two groups, slashing at the four people respectively.

"Mr. Wang, we can't help but it will take some time to break the eclipse of the world." Seeing the crisis coming, the mustached writer immediately spoke to the elderly writer.

"I know."

The old literary giant nodded, and he drew a circle in the air with his cane. Purple talent continued to burst out from his cane, intersecting with Zhuang Ya's black and white sword energy in the air.

"Boom."

The two talents canceled each other out, like two torrents suddenly colliding, and for a moment, the light was shining, like the rising sun, shining so brightly that the whole world lost its color. Countless debris flew in the light, like dust swept by the wind, scattered everywhere.

At this time, Gao Chuqi behind Ci Song raised his hand and waved, and an invisible force instantly dissolved the aftermath coming towards Ci Song. The aftermath seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible big hand and dissipated in the air in an instant. However, the carriage was safe and sound under this force, and even the horses were not frightened, and they still pulled the carriage steadily. As if the aftermath had never existed, everything seemed so calm and natural.

Under the influence of the loss of color in the world, the movements of several people became extremely slow, as if they were stretched by time. They struggled to get up, but every effort seemed so powerless. Their expressions were filled with fear and despair. They really didn't expect that in addition to Ci Qibai, there was another powerful writer in the Ci Family General's Mansion.

"At such a young age, he has such strength. Even in the Taoist school, he is a top existence."

The momentum of the old literary master rose again. He raised the cane in his hand violently, and countless purple talents burst out from his cane, sweeping the entire sky.

"Yin and Yang are separated, and the world is reversed."

These eight short words seemed to contain boundless power. As the eight characters fell, the whole world seemed to have reversed.

The black and white sword energy surrounding Zhuang Ya was like being attacked by a violent storm at this moment, constantly disintegrating and dissipating. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming invisible cracks and emitting a sharp whistle.

At this moment of reversing the world, the purple air poured down like a waterfall, dyeing the entire space into a mysterious purple. Under the illumination of this purple air, the light becomes extremely refracted, as if it were reflected by countless mirrors, forming brilliant beams of light that illuminate this inverted world.