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

"Su Nuo? Who is Su Nuo?" Sun Buxiu asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I'm just complaining, don't mind Uncle Sun."

Ci Song waved his hand, and then changed the topic: "Each school is busy with things, and I think there are not many people who can really challenge me at my wedding banquet. As long as we deal with this first wave of challenges, the rest should be No problem anymore.”

"Master, if things were really as you thought, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to find you."

As soon as Sun Buxiu finished speaking, Ci Song realized something was wrong, "Uncle Sun, could it be that they have arrived early?"

"Yes, Master."

Sun Buxiu nodded deeply and continued: "Now in Zhongzhou City, the bloodline of Kong Sheng and the seventy-two sub-sage bloodlines have basically gathered in Yansheng Academy, Legalism, Taoism, Military Academy, Yin Yang Family , farmers, and doctors also gathered in Zhongzhou City to stay. It can be said that it has become a place for exchanges among various schools of thought. "

"And they all sent congratulatory gifts to the General's Mansion, just to congratulate the young master and the young mistress on their marriage, and stated that they would attend the wedding banquet. After the royal family heard about this, they thought they were really here to congratulate the young master, and also thought that they were trying to win over the world's intellectuals. Given the good opportunity, we decided to make the marriage between the young master and the young mistress a state matter, and use the entire Zhongzhou City as the venue for the young master’s wedding banquet.”

"Now the whole Zhongzhou City is arranging the marriage between the young master and the young mistress. It can be said that the whole city is rejoicing..."

"This is putting me directly on the fire. In this way, if I lose to them at the wedding banquet, it will not only lose the face of the poet, but also the face of the Liang Kingdom." , This directly nailed us poets to the pillar of shame. Unless I die, I will never be able to cleanse myself."

"Then why don't we go back to Zhongzhou first and go hide outside?" Mo Yao suggested.

"If the royal family is not involved in this matter, they can indeed hide away, but now the entire Zhongzhou City is preparing for our marriage, and it is already too late. If you want to go back on your word, I am afraid it will be too late. What a royal family, using our general's palace is I’m really addicted. The royal family is trying so hard to publicize this wedding, and I’m afraid they have the intention of covering up the affairs of the Taiwei Mansion.”

Ci Song sneered, then turned to look at Mo Yao and asked, "Yao'er, what is your current level of cultivation?"

"I have inherited the most orthodox music of Confucius, and my cultivation level has improved very quickly. Now I have reached the level of Hanlin. If not, the teacher will not let me out." Mo Yao replied.

After hearing Mo Yao's answer, Ci Song nodded, not too surprised. After all, it was the orthodox Kong Sheng inheritance, and it was normal for his cultivation to progress faster. He stretched out his hand to hold Mo Yao and put it on the table. He held up his hand and said firmly: "Yao'er, are you willing to join hands with me and fight against those geniuses from hundreds of schools of thought?"

"Then let them see the strength of our husband and wife."

Mo Yao's delicate body trembled, she looked at Ci Song, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed back the words and nodded equally firmly.

"Young Master, have you really decided to go back and face the challenges of the various schools of thought and the saints of Confucianism?" Sun Buxiu asked.

"Going back, this is the most important moment in Yao'er and I's life. I can't escape. What's more, there are so many people witnessing it for us. Even if we lose when we go back, it's just a saying that our skills are inferior to others."

"Okay, since the young master is destined to die, I will definitely cooperate with him."

Sun Buxiu nodded, and then he walked towards the door, saying as he walked: "Master, if we set off early tomorrow and return to Zhongzhou City early to prepare, we will have a better chance of winning."

"Okay, let's set out at 00:00 tomorrow." Sun Buxiu nodded in agreement, and then left Ci Song's room.

"Brother Ci Song, in fact, what I care about more is your safety. Everything else is not important." After Sun Buxiu's figure disappeared outside the door, Mo Yao spoke softly.

"I know, but like I just said, marriage is a once-in-a-lifetime event. This is the most important moment in our lives. I don't want to escape or postpone it."

"And this is the mistake my father made back then. As his son, I should also bear all this. No matter what the outcome is, as long as we are together, it will be fine."

"Um."

Mo Yao nodded slightly. She leaned into Ci Song's arms, her eyes full of happiness and warmth.

"Brother Ci Song, let's have sex today."

"go out."

"good."

. . . . . .

In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song and his entourage bid farewell directly to the city lord's mansion and came to the gate of Qingzhou City. Sun Buxiu took out the jade pendant from his arms, rubbed it gently, and then took out a scroll.

He slowly unfolded the scroll and saw a giant blue dragon painted on it, with a winding body, a high head, and bright eyes. When the dragon's tail swung, it seemed to be carrying the power of wind and thunder, which was shocking.

"The carriage is really too slow. It would be faster to drive with the fairy in the painting."

Sun Buxiu took a deep breath and slowly poured his talent into the painting. In an instant, the giant green dragon seemed to have been summoned. It jumped out of the painting and soared into the sky. The giant dragon danced in the air and let out an earth-shattering dragon roar. The sound was loud and distant, echoing in the sky above Qingzhou City.

As the dragon roared, the giant dragon slowly floated in the air, its body emitting a faint blue light, as if it merged with the morning glow in the sky. Its appearance shocked the entire Qingzhou City, and people looked up and marveled.

"Since I reached the realm of a great scholar and could fly in the air, I haven't used it for a long time."

Sun Buxiu looked at the blue dragon in the sky, sighed slightly, then turned his gaze to Ci Song behind him and said, "Master, let's go."

"Yes."

Ci Song nodded, then grabbed Mo Yao's hand, jumped up, and the two came to the dragon's head.

Sun Buxiu did not choose to jump onto the dragon head, but said to Ci Song and Mo Yao above: "Master, Madam, I am still used to flying in the air, so I will not go up."

"Okay."

Ci Song nodded. He also understood Sun Buxiu's thoughts and did not insist. He looked up at the morning glow and the sky in the distance, his eyes full of determination, "I have spent my life with a flute and a sword, and have been carrying a reputation for fifteen years. I want to see what kind of people these saints and the geniuses of the Hundred Schools are like."

"Let's go back to Zhongzhou!"

After that, the dragon turned into a stream of light that cut through the sky and flew towards Zhongzhou City.

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