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

Hearing this, Duanmu Qingcang took the scroll back into his body, and then opened his eyes. Although his pupils were still golden, they were no longer as eye-catching as before. They were now more profound. .

"This is all your own opportunity. What does it have to do with me? I just let you come in to ask questions, but I didn't let you get the opportunity.

Zhong Mei yawned, then sat up from his recliner, looked at Duanmu Qingcang, with a look of emotion on his face, "I have really stayed in the Wenxin Hall for too long. I really didn't expect that the current Wen Daozhong There are so many geniuses. I really want to see how those guys who live in the outer world, rely on the blood of saints, have their eyes above the top, and don’t take everything seriously, will see you little guys. What expression will he show after that?”

"Senior, I would like to ask you boldly, what is the gap between Qingcang and those geniuses in Tianwaitian?"

Duanmu Qingcang pondered for a moment, and finally asked the question that he wanted to ask the most. He had heard his father mention it a long time ago, saying that those who were directly descended from the blood of saints were born with the ability to ink, and their combat power far exceeded that of ordinary literati. What's more, they can fight across two realms.

"What's the difference between you and those guys?"

Hearing this, Zhong Mei had a look of contemplation on his face. He then reached out and knocked on his recliner, and then slowly said, "The gap between you and those guys is either big or small. Of course, I am comparing you and Tianwai Compared with the top geniuses in the world, you are now at the pinnacle of the Imperial Academy. At your age, you are considered to be astonishing in Confucianism. "

"But if it is placed in the outer world, it is the most ordinary. After all, those people can enter the ink as soon as they come, and the saint family uses various heavenly materials and earthly treasures to build their cultivation."

"However, if we only talk about combat power, you are no worse than those top geniuses. You have the eyes of a saint and have a solid foundation. After the experience of the Wenxin Palace, you have obtained the inheritance scroll of Zigong Yasheng, and you can also transcend ranks. In battle, most people will not be your opponents.”

"But if we are to fight against each other's saints and fight to the death, I'm afraid you are no match for them."

"Son?"

Zhong Mei said it more tactfully, but Duanmu Qingcang understood what he meant, but this was the first time he heard the title "Holy Son", although he had already guessed that the so-called "Holy Son" was the most famous person among all the families in Tianwaitian. A top genius, but still asked subconsciously.

"The so-called 'holy sons' are the direct descendants recognized by the saints of each family. They have the qualifications to become the next half-saints. They have received the most advanced training since childhood, and the half-sage personally initiated them and taught them the teachings of the saints of each family. Classic, they not only have the blood of saints from various families, but they can also receive the talents and blessings of saints. It is almost difficult to find opponents in the same realm. "

Zhong Mei had a solemn look on his face and explained to Duanmu Qingcang word by word.

Hearing this explanation, Duanmu Qingcang had a look of shock on his face, "The Holy Son can obtain the talent empowerment of a Saint? Are there any real Saints in this world today?"

"Boy Duanmu, although you are a descendant of Saint Zigongya, you have a heart that becomes braver as you fight. I firmly believe that your achievements in the future will not be lower than those of the so-called Saint Sons!"

Zhong Mei did not answer Duanmu Qingcang's question, but said something without beginning or end, but Duanmu Qingcang still understood what he meant and bowed deeply to him.

"Thank you for the encouragement, senior. I would like to see how strong the so-called Holy Son and the direct descendants of my Duanmu family are."

Hearing this, Zhong Mei burst into laughter and reached out to pat Duanmu Qingcang on the shoulder, "It's great that you can maintain such a mentality."

At this moment, a green light flashed across the sky and fell directly into the Wenxin Palace. The light dissipated and three figures appeared in front of Zhong Mei and Duanmu Qingcang. They were Ci Song, Mo Yao and Fuzi.

"Lao Zhongtou, Bai Ye hasn't come out of the palace yet, has he?"

The Master stepped directly to Zhong Mei and greeted Zhong Mei.

"No, I have already communicated with the temple spirit. Bai Ye has already embarked on the path of the Sacred Heart. Now he only has to take the last step to complete it."

Zhong Mei replied, then lightly fanned his cattail leaf fan, and said: "As short as an hour, as long as one day, regardless of success or failure, Bai Ye will walk out of the Hall of Questioning Heart."

"One day? I hope he can come out on his own instead of being expelled from the Hall of Questioning Heart."

Upon hearing this, the Master turned to look at Mo Yao and said, "Yao'er, have you ever entered the Hall of Questioning Heart? Do you want to give it a try?"

"OK."

On their way to Tianguan, Mo Yao listened to Master talk about the Palace of Questioning Heart. Master said that everyone's Questioning Heart test is different, and different opponents will appear based on everyone's character, experience, and strength. Different trials, so Mo Yao also wanted to give it a try to see if he could get his own opportunity.

"Well, Lao Zhongtou, open the palace and let my disciples participate in the trial."

After hearing this, the master nodded, turned to look at Zhong Mei and said.

"Xue boy, what do you think of me? I am your elder. As a master, you must set an example and follow the etiquette."

Zhong Mei rolled her eyes at the Master, and then waved the cattail leaf fan in her hand towards Wenxin Palace. The next moment, the door of Wenxin Palace slowly opened.

"Little girl, go ahead." Zhong Mei said to Mo Yao.

"yes."

Mo Yao first bowed to Zhong Mei and then whispered a few words to Ci Song, then turned and walked towards the Wenxin Hall.

Watching Mo Yao disappear in the Heart-Searching Hall, the Master did not show any worry on his face, because he knew very well that Mo Yao's original intention was as firm as Bai Ye's, and this Heart-Searching Trial would not be difficult for her.

"So, let's wait for Senior Brother Bai Ye and Yao'er to come out."

After that, Ci Song turned to Duanmu Qingcang and said, "Senior Brother Qingcang, do you want to spar with me and practice your skills? Anyway, you are free."

Duanmu Qingcang heard this and showed a look of suspicion on his face. He did not expect Ci Song to take the initiative to challenge him. Although he did not have much contact with Ci Song, he still understood Ci Song's temperament. Ci Song was essentially a person who would avoid unimportant things if he could, but would never be vague when encountering important things.

In Duanmu Qingcang's opinion, what Ci Song should do now is to sit on the ground and chat with the Master and Mr. Zhong, and he would never take the initiative to challenge himself.

And today he actually took the initiative to challenge himself, which was almost impossible in Duanmu Qingcang's opinion.

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