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

Han Yan's words exploded like thunder in the minds of every Daliang scholar. Although they were terrified, they also understood that Han Yan's actions were understandable. After all, Korea and Daliang were enemies. Even if the two countries formed an alliance after today's battle, Korea would fall into a long period of weakness because its army was almost completely wiped out by Daliang.

Daliang suddenly attacked Korea, and Korea was united in hatred of the enemy. This battle must be resolved. If Han Yan really stopped, it would cause dissatisfaction among Korean scholars.

"Wenlong, your talent is already the best in your generation. If you hadn't been seriously injured on the front line of Tianguan, leaving a hidden injury, you might have reached my level decades ago."

Han Yan's voice sounded again. Zhang Wenlong was silent for a long time after hearing it. He slowly raised his head and looked at Han Yan, saying, "Wenlong is very happy to receive such an evaluation from Mr. Han."

Then Zhang Wenlong supported himself and slowly got up. At this moment, his talent had recovered a little. "Mr. Han, Wenlong wants to make a deal with you. What do you think?"

"Trade, you want to exchange your life for the lives of other literati, right?"

"Oh? You want to exchange your life for theirs?" Han Yan said slowly. "The one who knows me best is Mr. Han. Please help me, Mr. Han."

Zhang Wenlong said, bending down and bowing deeply to Han Yan, "As long as Mr. Han is willing to agree to Wenlong, then Wenlong will commit suicide here now."

After saying that, Zhang Wenlong's talent surged, and he was actually ready to commit suicide here.

"Mr. Zhang, you can't!"

The Daliang scholars on the side saw this, their faces suddenly changed, and they immediately spoke to stop Zhang Wenlong.

But Zhang Wenlong seemed not to hear it, and his talent surged more and more violently, saying: "Please help me, Mr. Han."

"I don't agree, your life alone is not enough to appease the anger of my Korean people."

Han Yan did not hesitate at all and directly rejected Zhang Wenlong's proposal. He saw the purple talent on his body condensed into flames and instantly dispersed Zhang Wenlong's condensed talent. Then his talent began to gather towards his head, condensing into a purple shadow. As the talent continued to condense, the shadow gradually solidified.

The phantom also appeared in front of everyone. It was Han Sheng!

Han Yan raised one hand, and the purple energy in his hand condensed into a spear. The momentum on his body burst out, spreading around like a tide, blowing away all the literary masters who were originally stagnant in the air.

"I will give you a quarter of an hour to explain your own affairs. After a quarter of an hour, I will take action."

Han Yan looked at the Daliang literati below, his tone was cold and without a trace of emotion.

The Daliang literati were terrified at this moment, but they had no way. Some of them wanted to escape directly, but when they thought of Han Yan's strength, they finally gave up the idea.

"Mr. Zhang, what should we do now?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, please think of a solution."

At this moment, many great scholars and Hanlin scholars put their hopes on Zhang Wenlong, but what else could Zhang Wenlong do? He smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Everyone, today Daliang was defeated. I am sorry to you, to the king, to Daliang, and to the people of Daliang."

Hearing Zhang Wenlong's answer, all the Daliang scholars who participated in the war felt like they were in an ice cellar. They understood that they were probably doomed today, so they used the last stick of incense to take out paper and pen to write their suicide notes.

Some great scholars and Hanlin scholars even wrote down some of their own literary insights on paper, ready to hand them over to their relatives or disciples, which was also considered to be fulfilling their responsibilities as elders and teachers.

At this moment, the Daliang scholars were gloomy and everyone was in despair.

"Your Majesty, are we going to lose like this today?"

Mo Zhi supported Ying Tian, ​​his eyes full of unwillingness. He had never thought that his first battle for Daliang would end up like this.

At this moment, Ying Tian's right arm was hanging limply, completely unconscious. The wound was bandaged by Mo Zhi's clothes, but blood was still oozing out. His face was pale, almost without any blood color.

Ying Tian's eyes were also full of unwillingness. He looked at Han Yan standing in the sky, helpless.

"Today's defeat is not the fault of war."

Ying Tian took a deep breath and continued: "I really didn't expect that I, Ying Tian, ​​would die on the battlefield just after I succeeded to the throne. It's really cowardly."

"Your Majesty, is there no solution to today's situation?" Mo Zhi asked.

"If Mr. Ci was here, I believe that with his strength, he would not be defeated by Mr. Han." Ying Tian replied.

"Mr. Ci? Is he General Ren Tu?"

Hearing this, Mo Zhi's eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, but Ying Tian's next words completely shattered Mo Zhi's hope.

"Mr. Ci is not on the Tianyuan Continent at the moment. Uncle said that Mr. Ci left Daliang to find the disappeared Yingzhou. This time he left for a year at the shortest and five years at the longest. It is impossible for Mr. Ci to appear on the battlefield."

Ying Tian shook his head and replied. Just when he was about to say something else, he saw Ci Song holding Mo Yao in his arms and walking towards him.

"Your Highness, Brother-in-law, please help me take care of Yao'er."

After saying that, Ci Song put down Mo Yao in his arms. At this moment, Mo Yao had fallen into a deep sleep due to excessive consumption of talent. Seeing this, Ying Tian immediately pulled away his left arm that was being supported, sat down directly on the ground, and then signaled to Mo Zhi with his eyes. Mo Zhi took Mo Yao with both hands and held her in his arms.

"Ci Song, Mr. Han has a very high opinion of you. Maybe he will let you go because of our past friendship."

Ying Tian showed a bitter smile on his face, as if he had accepted his fate of dying.

"I won't watch everyone die in front of me."

After saying that, Ci Song's aura was no longer concealed. A torrent of talent burst out and instantly broke through the clouds. The talent condensed above his head and condensed into a bright full moon, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.

"This... this is... the realm of literary masters?!"

Mo Zhi, who was standing by, felt the breath coming from Ci Song, and looked at the talent phenomenon above Ci Song's head, and his face suddenly changed. He had never thought that Ci Song's strength had reached the realm of literary masters. How could this be possible? Didn't Ci Song just break through the Hanlin Academy?

"Please take good care of Yao'er for me. Leave the next thing to me."

After that, Ci Song's figure disappeared from the sight of Mo Zhi and Ying Tian.

"Huh? There are actually people who hide their strength?"

In the sky, Han Yan naturally felt the breath bursting out from Ci Song. He turned his head and saw a figure standing in the air, holding a sword in one hand, looking at himself with a look of fighting intent.

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