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

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, all the students present looked at him, including Zhong Qi. He observed the middle-aged man carefully and found that the middle-aged man did not exude any other aura, but he could still fly. The fact that he is standing is enough to show that his strength is extraordinary, especially his golden eyes, which make him feel extremely familiar, and seem to be somewhat similar to Duanmu Qingcang after awakening the eyes of the saint.

"The passing away is like this, and the flow is endless. I never expected that in the blink of an eye, your child would have grown so big."

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly, then looked at Zhong Bo beside him and said, "Dean Zhong, Qi'er's strength is now not weaker than that of most students of the same age in Tianwaitian, so you can rest assured."

"Teacher, let's go to the Saint's Tower to chat." Zhong Bo bowed to the middle-aged man and asked.

"I'm just a fairy in a painting. I can't bear your courtesy. Okay, then let's go to the Saint's Tower to chat."

After saying that, a touch of gold appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and then his figure gradually became illusory, and then disappeared in front of everyone.

Seeing the middle-aged man leave, Zhong Bo regained his dignity as the dean of Zilu Academy and said to the direct disciples present: "The literary fight will continue, and the remaining four places will still be occupied by the winner."

After that, Zhong Bo came to Zhong Qi's side, took Zhong Qi's arm, and disappeared from everyone's sight into a stream of light.

After Zhong Bo left, the disciples who were present breathed a sigh of relief, and began to communicate with each other. They had no idea that Zhong Qi was now so strong, and without being injured at all, Easily defeated the ten direct disciples who joined forces.

You must know that among these ten direct disciples, there are two Hanlin disciples. Even if the remaining eight direct disciples are only at the Jinshi level, they are all strong men with more than fifty wins. Together, they are enough to compete with those who have just passed away. Breaking through, he competed with the scholar whose foundation was unstable, but was defeated so easily by Zhong Qi.

Zhong Qi's strength is probably comparable to that of a great scholar. Not to mention his direct disciples, even some lecturers may not be his match.

"Brothers and brothers, let's continue."

At this moment, Fang Jide jumped onto the Wen Dou stage and said to everyone present, "I have been watching all the brothers and sisters show off their skills for the past three days, and I have forgotten to go on stage."

As his voice fell, talent emerged around him, and everyone present came back to their senses. They looked at Fang Jide, with shock on their faces. Fang Jide actually broke through to Hanlin?

Fang Jide smiled indifferently and looked at the students below the Wen Dou platform, "Please give me some advice from all my fellow apprentices."

. . .

At the same time, on the top floor of the Saint Tower of Zilu Academy, Zhong Bo and Zhong Qi appeared here. In front of them, the middle-aged man was standing with his hands behind his back, his back to them, and his eyes looking out the window.

"Teacher." Zhong Bo pulled Zhong Qi forward and saluted the middle-aged man respectfully.

"Xiao Bo, Zhong'er, you are here."

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at Zhong Qi with a slight smile on his face, "This must be the first time we meet. Let me introduce myself. My real name is Chen Xintong, and I am the fairy in my painting. I am here as an envoy to take you back to Beijing in a few days."

"Chen Xintong? Are you the master of the First Master Hall, First Master Chen?"

Zhong Qi was stunned when he heard this.

There was a look of shock on his face, and then he reacted and quickly bowed and handed over his hand. No wonder his father respected him so much. It turned out that this middle-aged man was the current master of the First Master Hall. He had the cultivation of a sub-sage and the cultivation of the pupils of the saint. Master Chen to the extreme.

It's just that his father actually called Master Chen "teacher", which made Zhong Qi a little confused. He had never heard his father mention that his teacher was Master Chen.

"No need to be polite, I am just a fairy in a painting. I am currently building the arena for this "Hundred Schools of Thought Contest". I will take you to the Queen of Heaven before I take you to see him." Chen Xintong said with a smile.

"Are you here specifically to pick up Zhong Qi?" Zhong Qi asked curiously.

"Exactly, all the descendants of saints who break through the realm and ascend will live in Tianwaitian, and you and your father are the direct bloodline of Ziluya Saint. If your ancestors had some differences with Tianwaitian, they would lead the Zhong family back to the secular world. , you should be born in heaven and grow up in heaven.”

Chen Xintong replied simply, and then turned her attention to Zhong Bo, "I will take Qi'er away first. There are many things in Tianwaitian that should belong to Ziluya Sheng's lineage, and Qi'er needs to inherit them. "

"Good teacher." Although Zhong Bo didn't know what Chen Xintong was talking about, he absolutely trusted Chen Xintong.

After hearing Zhong Bo's affirmative answer, Chen Xintong nodded slightly, then looked at Zhong Qi and said, "I know you must have many doubts in your heart, but time waits for no one. Let's talk slowly on the way. What do you want to ask?" I can answer anything.”

"good."

. . . . . .

At this moment, many direct disciples also gathered in the fighting arena of Yan Sheng Academy. Unlike Zhong Bo who used the fairy in the painting to supervise the students to watch the battle, Yan Zheng, as the dean of the academy, chose to watch the battle in person.

Just when Yan Zheng was sitting in the spectator seat watching the battle, the Master had already sat beside him at some point.

"The restructuring of this battle of a hundred schools of thought is really unfair to Yan Sheng Academy."

The Master looked at the students below and slowly said that the quality of students in Yansheng Academy was indeed far behind that of the other three academies. There were so many direct disciples present, but they were only Jinshi, and there was not a single Hanlin, which was indeed a little weak.

Yan Zheng heard this and replied: "Confucius said: 'There is no distinction in teaching'. Since the academy has accepted them, it is natural to teach them well. As for their future achievements, it still depends on their own efforts and choices. When has Yansheng Academy ever cared about winning or losing? As long as others do not take the initiative to conflict with our Yansheng Academy, Yansheng Academy will only treat them with courtesy."

The Master was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head with a wry smile, "You are right, I am too obsessed with winning or losing."

"Master, since you have returned, it means that Bai Ye has returned, right?"

Yan Zheng took the initiative to lead the topic to Bai Ye.

"Yes, I brought him and Ci back to Zhongzhou. Bai Ye was eager to save his wife, so we separated when we entered the city. Ci also followed Bai Ye to the Ning family." The teacher replied.

"Teacher, did Bai Ye blame me?" Yan Zheng changed his tone and looked at the teacher and asked.

The teacher shook his head, then sighed and said, "Bai Ye is a very sensible child. How could he blame you? But your behavior is really chilling."

"Confucius said: 'A gentleman cherishes virtue, a villain cherishes land; a gentleman cherishes punishment, a villain cherishes favor'. Everything I do follows the words of Confucius. Teacher, I still don't quite understand where I went wrong?"

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