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

However, Ci Song, who killed six people, seemed to be out of the matter. He poured himself another cup of tea and tasted it carefully without any other action.

"This tea is good, but it is not as good as the tea leaves taken from the tea mountain."

Ci Song drank the tea in one gulp as if talking to himself, but Ci Song's action frightened Captain Mo.

While Captain Mo was shocked, his fear and fear of Ci Song reached its peak, because Ci Song just treated human life as worthless, and made him feel strongly uneasy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of loud noises came from the sky, which made Captain Mo's eardrum hurt, and he subconsciously raised his head to look at the beams.

"Isn't Captain Mo knowledgeable? This is just a small noise caused by the fight between the literary masters. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Ci Song put the teacup in his hand back on the table, and then picked up two new teacups to pour tea.

"Boom boom boom."

A series of deafening noises echoed again, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, shaking people's minds. But this time, the shocking sound did not come from the sky, but from the open courtyard in front of the lobby.

General Mo stood up suddenly, his eyes like torches, and shot straight into the courtyard. I saw a series of black figures falling to the ground like kites with broken strings. Their bodies hit the ground violently under the action of gravity, making a dull echo, which made people palpitate. The bodies of those Mo family guards who fell to the ground were twisted and deformed, and their chests collapsed, as if they were hit by a huge rock. Obviously, they had suffered fatal injuries before falling to the courtyard.

However, the sound of falling did not stop. Several figures fell into the courtyard one after another like meteors across the night sky. When General Mo counted them carefully, there were exactly eighteen figures, no more and no less. These eighteen figures were the Mo family guards who fought with Shang Han, Sun Buxiu and the eighteen literary masters of the Taiwei Mansion. At this moment, they all fell in this courtyard, without a sound or a life.

The whole courtyard was shrouded in a solemn and sad atmosphere. The wind seemed to have stopped blowing, and the air seemed to have solidified. Only the smell of blood lingering in the air continued to stimulate the sense of smell of Taiwei Mo.

"When a true literary master falls, his body and talent will be in the world. The eighteen literary masters under Taiwei Mo have all fallen, but their bodies still exist."

Before Ci Song finished speaking, he saw the figures of Ci Shanghan and Sun Buxiu appear in the lobby. Shang Han also took over the words, "It seems that I still overestimated the strength of these pseudo-literary masters. I thought it would be a fierce battle, but I didn't expect them to be so weak."

"Master, I am lucky to have fulfilled my mission and left no one alive." Shang Han and Sun Buxiu bowed to Ci Song.

"Excuse me, uncles. Please sit down."

Ci Song stood up and took two teacups, handed them to Shang Han and Sun Buxiu respectively, and gave them a seat.

"Thank you, young master."

The two of them sat down on the chairs to rest. Although they said that they did not spend much effort, in fact, they both tried their best. After all, those Mo family guards had some skills, and they would escape if they were not careful.

"Captain Mo, the eighteen 'literary masters' left by the ancestors of the Mo family have been dealt with. Do you have any backup? If so, just use them. Ci Song will take over."

The smile on Ci Song's face never faded. He looked at Captain Mo with a smile in his eyes at any time. However, Captain Mo shuddered. He almost couldn't believe his ears, and even hoped that this was just a dream. The eighteen literary masters that his ancestors transferred from the Master's Hall died in the hands of the two guards of the General's Mansion?

"Ci Song, this is the Taiwei Mansion, not a place where you can act wild! Do you really think that I have no backup plan?"

Taiwei Mo used all his strength to suppress the fear in his heart. His voice was filled with anger, and his eyes looked at Ci Song more fiercely.

"Usually, bad guys will be like you when they are dying, saying a lot of cruel words, but they will die miserably in the end."

"You!"

Taiwei Mo pointed at Ci Song, shaking with anger, but unable to speak.

"It seems that Taiwei Mo has no backup plan. If so, then die."

Ci Song stood up from his seat, and the teacup in his hand seemed to have turned into a sharp blade, and swung it at Taiwei Mo.

Taiwei Mo was caught off guard and was hit hard in the chest, making a dull "bang" sound. His body was blown away like a rag, hitting the wall, and then fell heavily.

"Bang!"

Taiwei Mo fell heavily to the ground, creating a deep pit.

In the deep pit, Captain Mo's eyes were blank, his chest collapsed, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth. He barely raised his head and looked at Ci Song not far away, his eyes full of fear, as if he had not expected Ci Song to really attack him. He wanted to say something, but couldn't. His breath was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable, and the whole person was dying.

Ci Song walked slowly to Captain Mo's side, looked down at him, and said: "Captain Mo, I think you are Yao'er's grandfather and an elder, so I have been tolerant of you again and again. I wanted to spare your life, but the moment you insulted my parents, I completely gave up this idea."

Speaking of this, Ci Song half squatted down, released a trace of talent, and passed it to Captain Mo to prevent him from dying on the spot before he finished listening to what he said.

"The reason why I killed you now is to let you witness that your so-called trump card is a joke in front of my Ci Family General Mansion. It is to let you die in shock, surprise, fear, and despair. Everything that happened now is exactly as I expected."

Captain Mo opened his mouth as wide as he could, trying to roar, but his throat was filled with blood, and he couldn't even squeeze out a faint cry. He used up his last strength to stare at Ci Song in front of him, his eyes still full of resentment, as sharp as before, as if he wanted to pierce the other party.

The air around him seemed to solidify, heavy and depressing. The world in Captain Mo's eyes began to gradually become blurred, and he understood that his life had come to an end. However, at this moment, a strong talent suddenly poured into his body, forcibly stimulating his dying vitality.

This talent surged like a torrent, instantly dispersing the fatigue in Captain Mo's body. His vision became clear again, and what came into view was Ci Song's face with a strange smile.

"Captain Mo, if I let you die like this, wouldn't that be too good for you? I still have a lot to talk to you about."

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