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

In Zilu Academy, on top of the Wen Dou Platform, two direct disciples wearing green and yellow Confucian robes were fighting at the moment. Below the high platform, there were nearly two hundred academy students watching the battle, and their clothes and identities were also different from those of the two on the Wen Dou Platform. The disciples are unanimous, they are all direct disciples of Mr. Academy.

The reason why they gathered here was for the five places in the academy that could represent Zilu Academy and go to Tianwaitian to compete with the direct bloodline of those saints.

Most of the students in the college originally thought that as usual, Dean Zhong Bo would personally name five students to go. After all, all matters in the college are decided by the president and gentlemen, and the president has the final say. .

But a few days ago, Dean Zhong Bo suddenly announced that this time the academy will adopt a competition method to select the places for students to go to Tianwaitian. All qualified direct disciples in the academy can participate, and the winner The rules are also very simple. Every participating student must compete with each other. The five students with the most wins in the end will be able to represent the academy to Tianwaitian.

"boom."

On the literary fighting platform, one student knocked another student off the platform, announcing the end of the literary fighting.

Then Zhong Bo's figure appeared from the scroll floating in mid-air, and his voice reached the ears of all the students present, "Zhang Cha, won forty-eight games, lost two games, ranked ninth."

"Zhang Cha, do you still want to stay on the high platform and accept the challenges of others?" Zhong Bo looked at Zhang Cha on the high platform and asked dully.

"Go back to the dean. Zhang Cha's talent has not been exhausted very much. He can still continue to fight."

Zhang Cha raised his hands to the dull Zhong Bo in front of him.

"Okay, let's continue the literary fight. The students below can continue the challenge."

After that, Zhong Bo's figure turned into talent and reintegrated into the scroll floating in the air.

"Fellow brothers, who is willing to come on stage to fight with me?" Zhang Cha looked at the direct disciples below and asked with his hands raised.

The huge stadium fell into an atmosphere of silence. Zhang Cha's strength ranked among the top five among all his direct disciples. At this moment, most of his direct disciples had already fought against Zhang Cha and were defeated by him. Among the remaining direct disciples who have not fought against Zhang Cha, only a few can definitely defeat Zhang Cha, and most of them know that they are not Zhang Cha's opponents. If they take the stage now, they will only increase their defeat.

Just as Zhang Cha was waiting for other students to speak, a light yellow light flashed, and Zhong Bo appeared next to Zhang Cha.

"Dean!"

All the students present bowed and saluted Zhong Bo.

Zhong Bo nodded slightly, then glanced at all the students present, and then a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Fang Jide, where did Zhong Qi go? Why isn't he here?"

As soon as he said this, a burly disciple with a simple face walked out of the crowd. He raised his hands to Zhong Bo and said, "Go back to the dean, senior brother Zhong Qi should be in the library."

After hearing this, the displeasure on Zhong Bo's face became even stronger. Then he looked up at the scroll floating in mid-air and asked, "How many battles has Zhong Qi won in this literary battle?"

The scroll in mid-air showed Zhong Bo's figure, and he replied dully: "Zhong Qi, one victory and zero defeat."

Hearing this, Zhong Bo's face became even more displeased, "He has been back to the academy for three days, and he only participated in a literary fight in those three days?"

"Back to the dean, since senior brother Zhongqi returned to the academy, he has been studying in the library all day long." Fang Jide replied.

After hearing Fang Jide's answer, Zhong Bo's expression eased slightly, and then he ordered: "Go and call him."

"yes."

Fang Jide then used his talents and went to the academy library to look for Zhong Qi.

After Fang Jide left, Zhong Bo spoke again and said: "Now all the top ten students come to the stage."

"yes."

As soon as Zhong Bo finished speaking, the nine students below jumped onto the high platform. Together with Zhang Cha on the high platform, there were ten people in total.

Although the ten students were curious about why Zhong Bo asked them to wait here, they didn't ask anything. They just waited quietly on the high platform for Zhong Bo's order.

After a cup of tea, Zhong Bo followed Fang Jide to the Wen Dou Arena.

"Meet the dean." Zhong Qi said to Zhong Bo.

"Did I tell you that you should take part in literary battles these days? This matter concerns our Zilu Academy and even the reputation of our Confucian school. Why don't you listen?" Zhong Bo asked Zhong Qi directly.

"Go back to the dean. Zhongqi has been studying classics in the library these days. He forgot the time for a moment. I hope the dean will punish him." Zhongqi answered truthfully.

"you......"

"Dean, since Junior Brother Zhongqi is here, let's let him participate in the literary competition now. Doesn't the Dean often say that a gentleman is knowledgeable in literature? Senior Brother Zhongqi likes to read, which is a good thing."

Seeing that Zhong Bo wanted to continue to scold Zhong Qi, Fang Jide who was standing aside quickly spoke.

After hearing Fang Jide's words, Zhong Bo stopped reprimanding him, and then sent a message to Zhong Qi: "The messenger from the Xianshi Palace is here. He said that he was ordered by Xianshi Chen to take the bloodline of Ziluya back to the capital first. ”

Hearing this, Zhong Qi had a look of suspicion on his face, and then he heard Zhong Bo say to all the students present: "Zhong Qi, come on stage now and fight these ten brothers. If you win, these five You occupy one of the quotas.”

"If I lose, I will go back to Yan Sheng Academy and continue to be your student slave!"

After this, all the disciples present probably guessed what Zhong Bo meant. He wanted Zhong Chang to win the quota in the shortest time. If Zhong Chang could really beat the top ten, then the following literary duel would be meaningless to Zhong Chang and could be omitted.

Although they didn't know why the dean suddenly acted like this, if Zhong Chang could really fight ten alone, they would not have any complaints about giving him the quota.

But fighting ten alone was indeed too much. Among the top ten, two of them had already broken through the Hanlin level, so Zhong Chang's chances of winning were not great.

"Yes."

Zhong Chang agreed without any hesitation, and then jumped onto the literary duel stage.

"If the ten of you can defeat Zhong Cang together, I will take you all to Tianwaitian regardless of whether you rank in the top five or not."

Zhong Bo turned his head and looked at the ten students behind him, "So, you'd better not give up this golden opportunity."

"Yes."

The ten students on the stage understood what Zhong Bo meant. He wanted them not to let Zhong Cang go because he was his son.

"I will only give you half an hour for this battle. After half an hour, what I just said will be invalid."

After that, Zhong Bo's figure slowly floated into the sky, overlooking the people on the literary arena from top to bottom.

"Let's start."

"My fellow seniors, I'm sorry."

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