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

"You are Ci Song!"

The literati on the city wall all looked surprised, but soon turned into hostility and anger.

"Ci Song, when you got married a few days ago, many literati from Korea came to congratulate you, but you spoke rudely to Han Sheng's descendants, even beheaded them, and threatened to destroy Korea with your own hands. It's simply You are so bold." The leading writer angrily scolded Ci Song Dao.

"I did kill a descendant of Han Sheng, but he revealed his murderous intention to me first. It was just that he was not good at learning and was killed by me. As for destroying South Korea with my own hands, it is indeed a matter. We are standing here, Not all are fighting for the country, everyone present knows that sooner or later there will be a battle between Daliang and South Korea, but it's just a matter of time," Ci Song replied neither humble nor arrogant.

"I don't have much hostility towards the Legalists. I just have grudges against certain people. I came here today because of Mr. Han Yan. I have met him once, and I asked him to show his love to me. Obtaining part of Han Sheng's inheritance has brought a lot of benefits. This time Ci Song came with his wife and friends, firstly to clear a relationship, and secondly to worship Han Sheng. "

After Ci Song finished speaking, everyone on the city wall was silent and no one spoke.

"Let little friend Ci and the other two little ones come in. I also want to see him again."

Han Yan's voice reached the ears of everyone present. Everyone was shocked, with incredible expressions on their faces.

As the only Half-Saint in the capital now, Han Yan's words are naturally extremely weighty. Even if the people on the city wall don't want to, they can only obey Han Yan's words.

Soon, the city gate in front of him slowly opened, and an old man on crutches appeared in front of the city gate. He was wearing a standard legal purple robe, with a gray beard and long hair. He was Han Yan.

He was seen hunched over, much older than when Ci Song saw him last time.

"Little friend Ci, little friend Long, long time no see." A smile appeared on Han Yan's old face, "Mr. Han, it has been two years since we last saw each other. I didn't want to see you again this time, but it turned out to be Daliang and The day when the Korean troops met."

When Ci Song saw Han Yan's appearance, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. Han Yan was a scholar who retreated from the Tianguan battlefield because he suffered serious injuries that could not be cured. The last time Ci Song saw him, Han Yan was still a six-year-old man. He looked about ten years old, but now only two years have passed, Han Yan looks like an old man on the verge of death. It can make a half-saint change so much. Apart from fighting with others, it may only be the recurrence of old injuries.

"My body should have been laid to rest a long time ago. I have been just lingering for a while these past few years."

Han Yan said something self-deprecating, then turned his gaze to Yingtian and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that the young man who is related to my Legalism and has his own unique understanding of my Legalism is actually Daliang Crown Prince, what a travesty.”

When Yingtian heard this, he cupped his hands and said to Han Yan: "Mr. Han, don't be surprised. Yingtian and Mr. Ci traveled to Tianyuan before. In order to avoid getting into other troubles, they deliberately concealed their identity. Yingtian came here this time. , I also want to make amends with the old gentleman."

"It doesn't matter, identity is a burden. The fact that you can choose to come to the capital of South Korea alone at this moment to worship Saint Han shows that you have respect for Saint Han in your heart. Come with me, and I will take you to Saint Han. In the pilgrimage hall of the academy.”

After Han Yan finished speaking, he turned around and led Ci and Song to the direction of Han Sheng Academy with staggering steps. Everyone on the wall was silent when they saw this, and no one spoke to stop them.

Hansheng Academy is located in the center of the capital of South Korea. The four of them soon arrived at the door of Hansheng Academy. Han Yan walked to the door of the academy and the door slowly opened automatically.

"Let's go in."

Han Yan led Ci and Song through the layers of buildings to the front of the pilgrimage hall. Along the way, Ci Song did not see a single student from Han Sheng Academy. In the huge academy, it seemed that apart from the four of them, there was no one else. No one else.

The door to the pilgrimage hall is wide open, and the statue of Han Sheng stands in the center of the hall. He is holding a scroll in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and his face is smiling, as if he is strolling in a leisurely manner.

Ci and Song entered the main hall and bowed to the statue. After the ceremony, the three of Ci and Song walked out of the pilgrimage hall.

Han Yan took the three of them to a side hall and started chatting with Ci and Song about Han Sheng Academy.

"You must be curious why the academy is so quiet and you can't see other students. In fact, it's not just Han Sheng Academy, but also students from other academies such as the Academy of Arts and the Academy of Martial Arts. Basically, they have left South Korea, and most of them have left Korea. Some of them were brought to the Master's Palace by Han Sheng's direct bloodline, and some were sent to Tianguan."

"Brothers Wuliang and Wuqing took the initiative to go to Tianguan and fight to protect Tianyuan Continent. I am really happy that they have such a heart."

When Han Yan talked about Shang Wuliang and Shang Wuqing, the smile on his face became even bigger.

"Senior Brother Wuliang has always dared to be the first. Although he is arrogant, he has a true nature. I believe that with Senior Brother Wuliang's ability, he can accomplish something in Tianguan." Ci Song replied.

"These all require Wuliang to go through on his own, but little friend Ci, I heard a message from a good friend in Tianguan, saying that a few days ago, there was a Confucian disciple in the realm of great Confucianism in Tianguan, who went deep into the world of chaos to find Bai Ye who had the soul of a saint. Then, among the ghosts, he killed the ghost ancestor Feng, one of the four great ghost ancestors, which shocked the whole world. "

"And that Confucian disciple was the son of 'Kang Sheng', who was famous in the literary and Taoist circles at that time, Ci Song."

Han Yan looked at Ci Song with admiration in his eyes.

"Mr. Han, you deserve the award. All of this is the result of my actions together with the senior brothers from Tianguan. Ci Song does not dare to take credit."

A modest smile flashed across Ci Song's face. Han Yan did not continue the topic, but turned to look at Yingtian.

"Prince Yingtian, I have a question that I would like to ask. I wonder if you would like to answer it?"

"Mr. Han, just ask, Yingtian will definitely tell you everything." Yingtian replied.

"His Royal Highness, I remember that during our first conversation, you once said that Legalist thought is not just inclusive, but that its core is "self." But when you analyzed my Legalist thought later, you also said that this The word "self" should mean "self-transcendence". Only through continuous self-transcendence can one become stronger. "

"Only those with strong self-power can make rules and rule the world. Now three years have passed, have your ideas changed?" Han Yan asked.

"Something has definitely changed."

When Yingtian heard Han Yan's question, he thought for a moment and said slowly: "In the two years when Yingtian and Mr. Ci concealed their identities and traveled, Yingtian really came into contact with the world and saw all living beings. I understand that my original thinking was too short-sighted.”

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