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

However, Ci Song's words did arouse Duanmu Qingcang's interest. Then he looked up and down at Ci Song, and he found that Ci Song's literary realm had reached the level of literary giants with the blessing of Tianguan's talent. This meant that Ci Song had made a breakthrough. Hanlin, 16-year-old Hanlin, who would believe it?

To Duanmu Qingcang, these were nothing. The most important thing was that he saw the same thing as him in Ci Song's eyes, which was the determination to become stronger and pursue the highest and strongest.

"Okay, since junior brother wants to compete, I will definitely accompany you." The smile on Duanmu Qingcang's face became even wider.

"Master, Senior Zhong, please help me keep a lookout to prevent us from breaking anything." Duanmu Qingcang said to Master and Zhong Mei.

"Don't worry, this is the 72nd pass of Confucianism. No matter how hard you try, I can clean up the mess for you."

After saying that, Zhong Mei waved the cattail leaf fan in his hand again, and then flew to the door of Wenxin Hall with the recliner and the man behind him. The Master followed closely behind and stood beside Zhong Mei.

When Duanmu Qingcang saw this, he bowed his hands to the two of them, then turned to look at Ci Song and said, "Junior Brother Ci, please."

"good."

There was no pretentiousness in Ci Song. The purple-gold talent was released from his palm, condensing into a purple-gold long sword, with the tip pointed at Duanmu Qingcang.

Duanmu Qingcang didn't have any confidence, nor did he think about the so-called "giving way". He only saw a trace of golden light flashing in his golden pupils, which merged with the blue talent of his body and turned into a blue-gold color, and then , he flipped his palm, and a blue-gold long knife appeared in his palm.

"Junior Brother Ci, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Qingcang's figure disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Ci Song, with the long knife in his hand slashing from top to bottom. "Ding!"

Ci Song's Hengjian blocked it, and the sword blade collided with the blade, making the sound of gold and iron colliding.

After the blow, Duanmu Qingcang's figure disappeared again, and Ci Song's figure also disappeared shortly after. The two figures continued to collide in the air, and the long swords and long knives continued to clash in the air, making a "dinging" sound. sound.

The master and Zhong Mei below looked at the two fighting in the air and began to talk.

"The literati who use poetry to ink are really blessed. I haven't seen you for just three months, but this guy from Ci Song Dynasty has made another breakthrough?"

Zhong Mei clearly sensed Ci Song's cultivation, with some emotion in his tone.

The master nodded and agreed with Zhong Mei's statement, "This boy from Ci Song Dynasty doesn't know what is in his head. The poems he recited casually can be praised for hundreds of generations. If it weren't for the circulation of the road, this boy would definitely become the youngest of saints.”

"Is the Jewel of Wen Yun in this boy's possession?" Zhong Mei suddenly asked.

When the Master heard this, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He turned his head, looked at Zhong Mei who was lying on the recliner, and said, "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"This kid's talent is really too terrifying. I'm afraid he will make the same mistake again. When his father started talking about Bai, wasn't it because of this bead that he completely broke away from our Confucianism?"

There was infinite regret in Zhong Mei's tone. Although he had only met Ci Qibai once, Ci Qibai left a very deep impression on him.

"Chen Xintong has been in contact with Ci Song. If the Wen Yun Orb was really in his body, the First Master Palace would have taken action long ago. How could he let Ci Song grow up?" Master replied.

"Indeed, the child Xintong has the eyes of a saint. Now he has reached the sub-sage realm. He is only one step away from becoming a saint. There are almost no things in this world that can hide his eyes."

Zhong Mei sighed and replied that although he had sensed that Ci Song had the aura of mirage dragon talent, this power was too weak in his eyes. Such weak mirage dragon talent could not even be condensed. He has no ability to dream.

The battle between Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang in the sky is inseparable. The original intention of their battle is to learn from each other, so they both deliberately use the moves they are least good at to fight against each other, although the two have fought hundreds of times. Round, but still no winner.

However, the master below told Zhong Mei everything he had heard recently from Kong Sheng Academy and what had happened in Tianyuan Continent recently.

When Zhong Mei heard that Han Yan killed himself in order to protect the capital of South Korea, just in exchange for becoming a literary giant, his eyes were full of regret.

"Han Yan, this little kid, it's not an exaggeration to say that I watched him grow up step by step. I am an outsider in the Hall of Asking the Heart, but he runs to me every now and then just for the test of asking the heart."

Zhong Mei's tone was full of nostalgia. He had been staying in Wenxin Palace for more than five hundred years. Most of the time, he was the only one in this entire pass. Although he was used to spending time alone, Han Every time Yan came to Wenxin Temple, he would chat with him first, telling him all kinds of interesting things and various questions he encountered in Tianguan, which lasted for hundreds of years.

In Zhong Mei's heart, he had long regarded Han Yan as his relative.

"Before Han Yan left Tianguan, he came to me to participate in a heart-asking trial. I have never married a wife in my life, and I have no children. As far as I am concerned, Han Yan's child is no different from my relatives."

When the master heard this, he didn't say much, he just stood quietly.

"Junior Brother Ci, I have never seen you perform Confucian swordsmanship before. It seems that in the past three months, you have not only improved your cultivation, but also learned a lot."

Duanmu Qingcang smiled slightly, then swung a blade, and flew backwards, pulling away from Ci Song, and then continued: "Even after three months, I still can't get used to the talent under the blessing of Tianguan talent. Junior Brother Ci, let's decide the winner with one move. When we leave Tianguan and recover our own cultivation, you and I will have a hearty fight again, how about it?"

"Okay, Senior Brother Qingcang, you have to be careful."

Ci Song heard the words, pinched the sword formula with his left hand, and raised the purple-gold talent sword in his right hand above his head. The half-moon talent of the literary master realm gathered on the tip of the sword at this moment.

"A sword of heaven and earth."

The purple-gold long sword trembled slightly in Ci Song's hand, as if resonating with some kind of power between heaven and earth.

At the tip of the sword, a dazzling light gradually condensed and turned into a huge sword shadow, as if it broke through the sky, with endless majesty and sharpness. Countless tiny sword qi surrounded the sword shadow, they were like stars, each emitting golden light, as if they were given life, they shuttled flexibly in the air, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, forming a dazzling sea of ​​sword light stars.

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