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

At this moment, in front of the door of the General's Mansion, a white-haired old man was surrounded by the gatekeepers of the General's Mansion. The old man was wearing coarse linen clothes. He had deep nasolabial folds on his face, his eyes were deep, his nose was hanging, and his chin was slightly raised. , the momentum all over his body is natural, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

"I'm just here to see Mr. Wu Liu, your young master Ci Song. I don't want to cause any conflict with you."

The old man looked at the few people and said calmly.

Several people did not dare to answer. They had already seen the old man's strength. Lu Yong was the strongest among their concierges, but he was severely injured by the old man's punch. This showed how terrifying the old man's strength was. However, the most terrifying thing was... It was the old man who cured Lu Yong's injury in just a cup of tea.

Just when everyone was in a stalemate, Ci Song and others appeared in front of the gate. When Shi Yue saw the old man's appearance, he was stunned. Then he shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his hands. , after confirming that he had read it correctly, the look on his face suddenly became respectful.

After seeing the visitor, the old man glanced at Ci Song and his group, and finally settled on Ci Song. After carefully looking up and down, his original serious expression suddenly turned into a smile.

"Little baby, are you Mr. Wu Liu?"

"Young man Ci Song, I have met the old dean."

The first time Ci Song saw the old man, he basically confirmed the old man's identity. He was Mr. Yi's old friend who lived in seclusion and was the old dean of Yan Sheng Academy.

"Old dean, I have been hiding from the world for many years and have long given up my identity. Just call me Mr. Jian."

The old man shook his head, always with a faint smile on his face, giving people the feeling of spring breeze.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. I've met Mr. Jian."

Ci Song saluted the old man, and then continued: "Mr. Jian, please come to the general's residence to have a talk."

"good."

Under the watchful eye of the concierge, the old man followed Ci Song's lead and entered the general's mansion. On the other side, Lu Yong, after Ci Song and his party entered the general's mansion, asked Feng Guang, who came with Ci Song, and said: "Old Feng, who is this old gentleman? Which academy does he belong to?"

Hearing this, Feng Guang looked at Lu Yong like a fool and said: "Old Lu, your brain is really as stupid as a donkey's. You have achieved a breakthrough and your brain has become stupid. You use your donkey brain." Think about it, how many people in this world have the 'Old Dean' who has such terrifying strength, has such superb medical skills, and has been hidden in the world for many years, and yet is respected by our young master so much?"

After Lu Yong heard Feng Guang's story, his eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief and said, "You mean, this old gentleman is the old dean of Yan Sheng Academy?"

"What if that's not the case? Fortunately, the old dean has been reclusive for many years and his temper is not what it used to be. Otherwise, you would have been miserable. Remember what happened today. If you show off your donkey temper again in the future, you will be irritable and restless. If you attack others, if something happens in the future, you will be responsible for it, and the brothers will not help you. "

Speaking of the latter part, Feng Guang showed a hint of displeasure on his face, as if he was dissatisfied with Lu Yong's performance just now.

"Hey, I will remember what happened today forever. I will change it, I will change it."

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Ci Song took the old man to the lobby of the General's Mansion. After everyone sat down, Ci Song chatted with the old man.

"Mr. Jian, when I returned to the academy earlier, Mr. Yi told me that after this selection battle is over, he would take me to see someone. At that time, I guessed that it might be the old dean, but I didn't expect that you would actually Will come in person.”

Hearing this, the old man showed a friendly smile on his face and said: "That boy on the way home is just stubborn. He has already become the vice president of the academy. The selection battle can be organized by other gentlemen in the academy, but he has to preside over it himself. , I had to let me wait for a few more days, but I really didn’t want to wait any longer, so I asked him to find your place, and then came here myself."

The old man gently stroked his long beard and continued: "To be honest, when I see you, it's like seeing your mother. Just from your appearance, you look like your mother, especially those eyes. , it’s exactly the same.”

"Mr. Jian has met my mother?" Ci Song asked in surprise.

"Of course I have seen it before. Your mother has lived in Yan Sheng Academy for a long time. Although everyone says that your mother is an alien from the Chaos Realm and a spy planted by the alien race in Tianyuan Continent. At first, I thought so too, but when your father When you took your mother to my place for refuge, I discovered that your mother is no different from this ordinary woman in this world, and she even has a kinder heart. "

"Especially when you are with your father, a troublemaker. Compared to the two of you, I am more suspicious that your father is the one who makes trouble."

"Mr. Jian was joking." Ci Song replied awkwardly.

"But since he left Confucianism, his whole person has also disappeared, and the few little thorns who followed him have also disappeared."

When Mr. Jian said this, a look of embarrassment appeared on Shi Yue's face, and he did not dare to look at Mr. Jian from the beginning to the end.

Mr. Jian continued with emotion, "Time flies so fast. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. I thought I would never see your father again, but I didn't expect that the man who wrote 'Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, see you leisurely' Mr. Wuliu from Nanshan is actually his son."

"Mr. Jian's words are serious. The talent of Ci Song lies in having a good memory." Ci Song replied.

"That's enough. Poetry is about accumulation. You have a good memory and an understanding of things. Only then can you write poems. If you don't have accumulation, no matter how many fancy words you use, it will be artificial and cannot be passed down."

Ci Song nodded and said, "Mr. Jian's words, Ci Song will keep them in mind."

"After saying so much, it's time to get back to the topic."

Mr. Jian raised his hand and waved it. A slender long sword floated in front of him. The sword was translucent, and the material was like jade but not jade, like iron but not iron. It was as white as jade, but tougher than jade. There were three water-like lines on the seven-inch sword body, flowing quietly, giving people a feeling of lotus emerging from water.

"This sword is called Chengying. It was forged by a master along with Hanguang and Xiaolian. The three swords are separated, but they are just the calligraphy of a great scholar. When they are combined, they are the treasure of a sub-sage."

After saying that, Mr. Jian raised his hand and waved, and Chengying sword flew to Ci Song. Ci Song raised his hand and held it in his hand.

"I heard on the way back that you are practicing swords and Hanguang is also in your hands. I came here today to give you Chengying. Hanguang and Chengying combined can be the calligraphy of a great scholar. Although the grade is not high, if you can find Xiaolian in the future, the three swords will be combined to become the treasure of a sub-sage, which is also a blessing for you."

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