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

Qin Kuang's expression was shocked at first, then turned to doubt, and finally calmed down. He slowly put down the long bow, then dispersed his talent, and said to Ci Song who was standing behind him: "I was careless. If This is a battle of life and death, and now I have become a corpse."

"Senior Brother Qin's words are serious. If it were really a life and death battle, I wouldn't be able to catch Senior Brother's flaw so easily."

Ci Song slowly retracted the Shui Han Sword. Just now, the edge of his sword had already been pointed at Qin Kuang's neck. As long as Ci Song thought about it, Qin Kuang's head was already missing.

"It seems that what my father said is right. Kuang Sheng's son is our unparalleled Confucian genius. Among his generation, there is almost no rival.

Today I learned a lesson. We saints have always been proud of our saint bloodline and lived in Bai Yujing, but we didn't know that among our contemporaries in the literary and Taoist world, there have already been peerless figures like Junior Brother Ci. We are really ashamed of ourselves. "

Qin Kuang sighed slightly, with a look of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Qin is the unparalleled genius of Confucianism and deserves the award."

Ci Song said politely. He also learned from Qin Kuang's words that they, the real saints, originally lived in the Former Master's Hall. No wonder he had never seen or come into contact with the saints.

Of course, except Zhong Qi.

"Junior Brother Ci, my father made a lot of mistakes back then, which offended almost all the literati in the world. Not everyone is as friendly as me. After all, apart from being the son of Kuangsheng, Junior Brother Ci is also the Major General of the Daliang Kingdom. Junior Brother Ci be careful."

These words, Qin Kuang informed Ci Song through a message. Then he saw him shaking his head slightly and walking down the high platform. The businessmen, officials and princes and nobles present were completely shocked when they saw the strength displayed by Ci Song. They I never thought that Song could defeat Hanlin and defeat him with thunderous force.

Although Hanlin's status in the secular world is not as transcendent as it was five years ago, it is still a very high-status existence in the secular world. The merchants and officials present all worshiped Hanlin in their homes and used yellow and white things to support it.

But now Ci Song actually defeated Hanlin with only two sword strikes, and his opponent was the legendary ascended saint. The most important thing is that Ci Song was only fifteen years old!

Everyone present was completely shocked. They looked at Ci Song, who was standing on the high platform with a tall figure and outstanding temperament. Their eyes were full of passion and respect.

"Next, which senior brother are you asking for advice?"

After Ci Song defeated Qin Kuang, he stood on the high platform, looked around, and said calmly.

Immediately afterwards, an elegant figure in purple appeared quietly on the high platform. He looked older than Qin Kuang, and exuded a calm and restrained aura. His face was as cold as ice, and there was an imperceptible arrogance between his brows. His purple clothes fluttered gently in the night wind, like a purple cloud.

Behind him, he carried a huge purple sword. The sword exuded a faint purple light, which seemed to complement the stars in the night. What is unique about this giant sword is that there are two hilts inlaid on the sword, one on the left and one on the right, like twin sons, leaning on each other, jointly guarding the mysterious power of the sword.

This giant sword is similar to Shang Wuliang's, and both reveal an indescribable majesty and domineering power.

"I am Han Tuo. I am thirty-six this year. I am a great Confucian and my ancestor is Han Sage. Please give me some advice."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present except the scholar was completely shocked.

Ci Song looked at Han Tuo quietly and said, "Great Confucian? I thought it would be gradual and a few more Hanlin officials would test my strength. Unexpectedly, a great Confucian came directly and was a descendant of Han Sheng."

"Is Major General Ci afraid?" A hint of contempt appeared on Han Tuo's stern face.

"Afraid? I will only use the word "fear" with my relatives and friends. For outsiders, I don't know how to write the word "fear" yet.

"While speaking, Ci Song's talent also merged into the Shui Han Sword in his hand. The icy cold air spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing the surrounding air.

"Oh? If that's the case, you're welcome. I hope that Major General Ci's strength is really as strong as your tone."

Han Tuo smiled contemptuously. In his opinion, Ci Song defeated Qin Kuang just by using tricks. In the final analysis, his own cultivation was just a Jinshi. No matter how talented Ci Song was, he was only stronger in front of a great Confucian like him. of ants.

"Young master, be careful. I feel a strong murderous aura from this person. This person has bad intentions." Shang Han's voice reached Ci Song's ears.

"Uncle Shang, the murderous aura in this man is almost spilling out of the screen. Did you do anything too extreme to the descendants of Han Sheng back then?" Ci Song Chuanyin asked.

The business letter below was slightly stunned. He didn't understand what the "screen" Ci Song was talking about, but he continued to reply via voice transmission: "It's not too much, but Han Sheng was the Korean royal family back then, so His descendants are still serving South Korea, but the young master is a young general of the Liang Kingdom and a Confucian genius. Because of this relationship, I am afraid that this person will be harsh on the young master. "

Shang Han's voice became more solemn, "Also, I don't know almost all the Legalist disciples who came to attend the wedding banquet this time. Master, please be careful."

"I see."

Ci Song's eyes flashed slightly, but his expression was still very calm. He turned his head and looked at Mo Yao behind him, and said: "Yao'er, this person's strength is not inferior to yours or mine. I need your help."

"Um."

Mo Yao chuckled and nodded. Then, she raised her hand and waved it, and a cold air quietly gathered in her hand, as if the essence was drawn from the deep icy abyss and condensed into the shape of an proud plum jade flute.

The jade flute is crystal clear, as if it was carved from thousands of years of ice, and every texture is full of traces of time and a breath of coldness. When Mo Yao's jade flute waved, a heart-stopping cold air spread instantly, complementing the cold air released by Ci Song Shui Han Sword, like a cold wave coming, sweeping across the entire high platform.

"Mr. Han, you are a great Confucian scholar, so you don't mind my husband and I joining forces, right?"

Before Ci Song finished speaking, the contemptuous sneer on Han Tuo's stern face was still there. He spoke slowly and said: "I really didn't expect that everyone in the world said that Ci Song was a talented person with unparalleled qualifications, but they didn't expect that his wife My literary talent is not weak at all, and I have already reached the level of Imperial Academy at a young age, but my talent is far inferior to the two of you. "

"But if you want to compete with me, you're still a little behind."

As he spoke, Han Tuo held a sword hilt in each hand, took the giant sword off his back, and then waved it gently. The violent air waves instantly dissipated the cold air around his body.

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