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

Mr. Yi, who was always serious, actually started joking, which showed that he was in a good mood at the moment.

"Forget it, the Yangxinjia is my treasure that will never be passed down. I will give it to you when I die."

Mr. Jian replied, then looked at Ci Song and said: "Little friend Ci, you killed the fake literary giant at the wedding banquet yesterday.

I heard about it, and I guess you should have a way to resist the Yin-Yang family's curse, but I still want to remind you that the Yin-Yang family has been hidden from the world for thousands of years, and now they frequently come into the world, it must be a big move, and they are like this For you, you must be careful. In the days to come, you must act more cautiously. If you go out, it is best to let your elders protect you. "

"Thank you, old dean, for reminding me, this disciple will definitely act with caution." Ci Song replied with cupped hands.

"That's good."

Mr. Jian nodded, and then sighed: "It's a pity that Yan Zheng is not in the academy, otherwise I would have asked him to stay by your side until you break through the ranks of literary giants and have the ability to protect yourself."

When Ci Song heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched twice, and then he smiled awkwardly and said: "Dean Yan is busy with everything, and he is also the dean of our Yan Sheng Academy. Although Ci Song has some ideas that are contrary to Dean Yan, he still respects him in his heart. "

"Every day is full of things? Now that he is not in the academy, isn't the academy still good? This kid has been away from the academy for so long, and he doesn't know how to send a message to the academy. I don't even know what he is doing. When he comes back, I will definitely Give him a good lesson."

Several people present listened to Mr. Jian complain again, until he started coughing again, Mr. Yi interrupted him, "Okay, don't talk so much, you have a good rest, and we won't disturb you for a while." is you."

"Yes." The emerald green energy from Mr. Jian's body was released, lingering around him, slowly healing his injuries.

Ci Song and the others left the medicine hall. Mr. Yi first turned to look at Ci Song, cupped his hands and said: "Ci Song, thank you very much for giving the Jun Bamboo Pen to Zhong Qi. As his teacher, I am very pleased. Yan Sheng I am really happy to have a disciple like you in the academy.”

"You're welcome. As Ci Song said before, this Jun Bamboo Brush is actually a gift from Ci Song to borrow flowers and treasures to compensate Senior Brother Zhongqi. The one you should thank is the old dean, not me." Ci Song said politely.

"There is no need to say thank you between me and him. In the final analysis, this matter is still because of you, so I naturally want to thank you. It's getting late, so I have to deal with some other things, so I'll leave first. You two can chat." Mr. Yi looked at it He glanced at Ci Song and Zhong Qi, then turned around and left.

"Junior Brother Ci, it's noon now. Aunt Meng has already prepared lunch. Do you want to stay and have dinner with us? Aunt Meng has been talking about you since her wedding yesterday and wants to meet you. Why don't you call Miss Yao'er here? , how about we have dinner together?”

When Zhong Qi saw Mr. Yi leaving, he invited Ci Song and Mo Yao to have dinner.

"good."

Ci Song didn't hesitate too much and nodded directly. Meng Ruo was his elder, and when he got married, he acted as a mother to arrange his clothes. He should bring Mo Yao to see Meng Ruo.

Seeing that Ci Song agreed so simply, Zhong Qi also smiled on his face and said, "Then I will go to Ruo Ci and Aunt Meng first, tell her that you and Miss Yao'er are coming today, and ask Aunt Meng to prepare more meals. "

"Um."

Ci Song nodded and watched Zhong Qi leave quickly.

Ci Song picked up the jade pendant of his direct disciple, poured his talent into the jade pendant, and sent a message to Mo Yao, "Yao'er, come to Yan Sheng Academy. We will have lunch with Aunt Meng today."

Less than five seconds after his message was sent, he received a reply from Mo Yao, "Okay, I'll be here right away."

Seeing this, Ci Song put away the jade pendant and then walked towards the entrance of the academy.

But just after he took a few steps, he felt an extremely familiar aura coming from behind him. Although the man had been hiding his aura, it was still unable to escape Ci Song, who had already broken through Hanlin. .

Ci Song did not choose to expose it immediately, but walked towards the martial arts field. There were still many students present in the martial arts field. Some were practicing archery and some were engaging in literary combat. Ci Song bypassed them. , came to a relatively empty place in the martial arts field.

He slowly turned around, looked up at the sky with cold eyes, and said, "You have been following me for so long and you still haven't shown up?"

"Sure enough, you have become stronger after breaking through Hanlin, and you can actually sense my existence."

After saying that, a figure appeared and saw him

Wearing a white robe and a black mask on his face, it was Yan Wen.

"I have a lot of things to do during this period, and I have other things to do after I break through the Imperial Academy, so I didn't look for you immediately. I didn't expect you to come to me first." Ci Song crossed his arms on his chest, his eyes cold. said.

"You broke through the Imperial Academy, killed a literary giant, and stole the show at the wedding. You are truly worthy of being Ci Qibai's son." Yan Wen asked with a sneer.

"Yan Wen, do you still remember what I said to you three years ago?"

As Ci Song spoke, he approached Yan Wen step by step, his eyes still very cold.

"Why don't you remember? You said you would kill me after you broke through the Imperial Academy. Now that I'm here, why are you..."

"Snapped!"

Before Yan Wen finished speaking, the mask on his face was instantly knocked off by Ci Song, revealing his beautiful face. It must be said that Yan Wen is really beautiful. If Ci Song didn't know that he was a man, just looking at his appearance and temperament, he would definitely think he was a woman. He has a pretty face and elegant temperament. Just standing there gives people a pleasing feeling.

"Why don't you just kill me? Are you afraid of my big brother?"

After Yan Wen's mask was broken by Ci Song, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he looked at him with a sneer on his face, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

"Afraid? Dean Yan is not in the hospital now. I will kill you today and destroy the body. I am confident that no one will know where you went."

"If you are really as capable as you say, you would not have talked to me so much."

Yan Wen sneered, "Do you know why I dare to appear in front of you so unscrupulously? Because I am sure you dare not kill me."

"Oh? I really don't know, are you so sure that I won't kill you?"

As he spoke, Ci Song released a brilliant golden talent from his palm, and slowly condensed a golden talent sword, which he held in his hand.

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