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

“Ahem.”

As if he had noticed Ci Song’s gaze, Zhong Chang coughed twice, attracted Ci Song’s gaze, and whispered: “Junior Brother Ci, you already have a family. When you go out, you must know how to restrain yourself and be polite.”

Ci Song was embarrassed when he heard this, and then replied: “Senior Brother Zhong Chang, you misunderstood, I just can’t figure out one thing, not lustful.”

Seeing Ci Song’s frank look, Zhong Chang showed curiosity on his face and asked: “Is there something you can’t figure out? Tell me.”

“Didn’t it say before that anyone who can live in Tianwai Tian is the direct descendant of a saint? Then these three girls don’t have any talent. They are obviously ordinary women who have never been inked. Why are they here?”

Hearing Ci Song’s question, Zhong Chang and Bai Ye also showed doubts. Indeed, what is going on with these three women?

Seeing that Bai Ye and Zhong Chang couldn't figure it out, Ci Song asked the three women directly, saying: "Three girls, I am very curious about your origins, can you tell me?"

When Ci Song took the initiative to ask the three of them, they showed embarrassed expressions on their faces, but for them, no matter what Ci Song and the other two asked them to say or do, they could not resist.

"To answer the three young masters, we were brought here from the secular world by the Mobao Pavilion to learn the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If a woman is talented, she can become a literati, but those of us who are not talented can only learn how to serve others."

A woman who looked a little older slowly explained their origins, "Most of us come from literati families in the secular world. The cultivation of our ancestors has at least reached the level of literary masters. To put it bluntly, we are essentially tools used by our ancestors to curry favor with the major clans in the outer world. It's just that some people have become tools in the secular world, while some people have been sent to the outer world and become tools."

When the woman said these words, her expression was very calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with herself, but Zhongsang and the other two could see a deep hidden reluctance and helplessness from the woman's expression.

For a moment, the scene was a little awkward. Zhongsang and Bai Ye didn't know what to say. They had never thought that behind this seemingly bright and beautiful appearance, there was such a dirty thing hidden.

Although Ci Song had guessed their origins, he still felt sad when he heard her admit it.

"Three young masters, you don't have to be like this. We are used to it."

"Yes, compared to those sisters who have been abused in the secular world, it is a blessing for us to come to this fairyland-like Tianwaitian." The other two women saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward and spoke to comfort them.

"Isn't this exactly the same as in the secular world? It's ridiculous that Tianwaitian claims to be noble, but still does such a thing." Zhongsang snorted coldly, showing his dissatisfaction.

"Young master, don't be angry, I'll pour you a cup of tea."

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Welcome everyone to my Mobao Pavilion's small auction. I won't say any more. The auction officially begins.

As the voice fell, a graceful and sweet-looking maid walked up to the auction table with a tray covered with red cloth. After placing the tray on the table, she lifted the red cloth covering it, revealing the auction items inside.

"The first auction item is a wolf-hair brush. This brush uses..."

The maid introduced the origin and function of the wolf-hair brush one by one, and then the auction began.

As the auction began, people in the venue began to bid, but the bids were basically those on the first floor. People, those sitting on the second floor and above, all sat there calmly, without any intention to participate in the auction.

But even if those people on the first floor bid, those prices were not what Ci Song could afford now.

The second, third, fourth and even tenth items were all calligraphy treasures used by literati, but their grades were too low. The best auction item was just a long sword of the level of a literary master's calligraphy, which was bought by a middle-aged man on the second floor for twenty high-quality spirit stones. "

Although this long sword was a good treasure for Zhong Chang and the other two, they could not use it at all.

Although the Shuihan Sword in Ci Song's hand is a masterpiece of literary talent, with the blessing of the semi-saint treasure Donglin Sword Spike, and with Ci Song's recitation of "Yi Shui Ge", its strength is not inferior to the semi-saint treasure at all, and even surpasses it. As for the other Han Guang Sword, he has never thought about changing it. The old dean has given him the Chengying Sword before. If the two swords of Han Guang and Chengying are integrated into one, their power is no less than that of the masterpiece of literary talent.

If he can find the Xiaolian Sword one day, and the three swords are combined into one, it will be a real semi-saint treasure, so this long sword of the level of literary talent can't impress him at all.

Of course, the most important reason is that Ci Song doesn't have a single talent stone, even if he wants it, it's useless.

Because it's a small auction, there are only ten auction items. Just when the last masterpiece of the great scholar was auctioned off and everyone was about to leave, the shopkeeper stopped everyone who was about to leave.

"Everyone, today's small auction is just a warm-up. The big auction at the end of this month will have real good stuff coming out, and it will be the finale of our big auction."

"I am not the kind of person who likes to keep you in suspense. Show me the treasure."

As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a black robe and with a stern face appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged man exuded a faint pressure. Judging from the pressure he exuded, this man was at least a semi-saint. Judging from the dark long stick on his back with a black dragon carved on it, it was also a semi-saint treasure.

The people present were not fools. Most of them could infer the strength of the middle-aged man. This also aroused the interest of everyone present. They were all very curious about what kind of collection needed a semi-saint to take care of it. The semi-saint treasure was far from reaching this level. Could it be a sub-saint treasure?

The middle-aged man took out a purple wooden box from his ring. The wooden box was covered with dense inscriptions.

"Unlock it."

As the shopkeeper instructed, the middle-aged man placed his hand on the purple wooden box, and a lavender light flowed into the wooden box along the middle-aged man's arm.

As the lavender light flowed in, the inscription on the wooden box began to emit a hazy glow. After a breath, a light sound was heard, and the purple wooden box was opened by the middle-aged man, revealing the purple scales inside.

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