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

Ci Song and Bai Ye followed Yan Zheng to the courtyard where he lived. The courtyard where the dean lived was different from that of the students. Here, it was more quiet and quiet. There was also a huge sycamore tree in the courtyard, with a There is a stone table and several stone benches.

Among them, what attracted Ci Song's attention the most was this sycamore tree. It was planted directly in the clouds. How did it absorb nutrients and grow to such a big size?

"sit down."

Yan Zheng pointed to the stone bench and said softly to the two of them.

"yes."

Bai Ye and Ci Song responded with their hands raised and sat down one after another.

"How does it feel to fight against Yan Sheng's direct descendants this time?"

As Yan Zheng asked, he picked up the teapot on the stone table, first poured a cup of tea for himself, and then poured a cup for Bai Ye and Ci Song respectively.

Seeing that the two did not reply, Yan Zheng also understood their concerns, and then continued to add: "Although I am also of Yan Sheng's blood, I am a collateral line after all, and I have always been at odds with the so-called 'main family', so you can just say Just fine.”

Speaking of this, Yan Zheng turned his attention to Ci Song, picked up the tea cup in front of Ci Song and handed it to Ci Song, "Tell me first, how do you feel?"

Ci Song heard the words and did not hesitate. He took the tea cup and said: "A native chicken and a tile dog are born in a good fetus. They grew up in the outer world and relied on their excessive talents to cultivate themselves to the current state. If they were born in the world, Realm, not even qualified to enter Yan Sheng Academy.”

Ci Song's words were full of aggression, ridicule and disdain were expressed, and there was no mercy at all.

Yan Zheng was about to bring the tea cup to his mouth, but after hearing Ci Song's answer, he couldn't help but pause and twitch the corners of his mouth twice. He looked up at Ci Song and said, "You guy, you have such a mouth." No mercy."

After saying that, Yan Zheng turned to look at Bai Ye and asked, "Bai Ye, how do you feel?"

"It is true that their cultivation is better than that of their peers in the secular world, and the method they practice is indeed Confucian orthodoxy, and their combat power is decent. They are indeed better than our academy students, but their character is really too bad. , so bad that I can’t even understand how they passed through heaven and earth.”

Bai Ye's words were more to the point. He neither meant to belittle them nor to elevate them.

"Well, Bai Ye is right. Although they have Yan Sheng's blood flowing in their bodies, after all, it is because their family has always sheltered them under their wings and they have not experienced real hardships."

Yan Zheng took a sip of tea, then put down the tea cup and continued: "If I guessed correctly, they should not be from the 'main family' of Yan Sheng Academy, so they are indeed a bit different."

"My family?"

Ci Song was slightly startled, not quite understanding the meaning of this word.

Bai Ye also curiously asked: "Teacher, since entering Tianwaitian, the student has had a doubt. I have heard before that the literati in Tianwaitian are the direct bloodline of saints. Is this statement too exaggerated?"

Yan Zheng sighed slightly and replied: "There is no distinction between wives and concubines in heaven and earth. Saints are of direct bloodline. They marry multiple wives and give birth to many children. Each son is his legitimate son. He treats his children as weak, marries multiple wives and gives birth to many children." Grandson, every grandson is a direct grandson, and this is true for every generation. After nearly two thousand years of development, how many do you think there are in this so-called direct line of blood? "

Speaking of this, Yan Zheng poured himself another cup of tea, and then continued: "Furthermore, in the outer world, in addition to Confucianism, there are also Legalists, Mohists, military strategists, etc. The bloodline passed down by these saints, The same is true, so there are not a few so-called direct bloodlines in this world."

"I see."

Bai Ye and Ci Song looked at each other and immediately understood the reason. To put it bluntly, Tianwaitian combined the direct line and the collateral line. The direct line and the collateral line were not distinguished. To put it more harshly, it was a bad street.

"Teacher, what is the 'family' you just mentioned?" Bai Ye continued to ask.

"This family is a force composed of the most talented literati of each family. They represent the strongest combat power of each family and are also the true heritage of each family in Tianwaitian. Like the ones you encountered before Yan Sheng's direct bloodline cannot enter our family's eyes at all," Yan Zheng said slowly.

"As for the Holy Son, they were selected by literati under the age of thirty from each school in Tianwaitian. They are the two strongest people under the age of thirty in Tianwaitian, and they are also the strongest in Tianwaitian. They are recognized as the two strongest people in the world. They enjoy the best resources in the entire Tianwaitian, and the teachers who guide them are at the lowest level and are also some literary giants who have received the inheritance of saints. "

"And the name of the Holy Son does not always exist. If they cannot break through to the realm of literary giants before the age of thirty-seven, then they will lose the name of the Holy Son."

Speaking of this, Yan Zheng's eyes turned to Ci Song, who suddenly remembered something and said: "Thirty-seven years old? This number is very familiar. My father made a breakthrough at the age of thirty-seven. Half saint?"

After hearing Ci Song's words, Bai Ye showed a look of shock on his face. Ci Qi Bai's matter has always been a secret in the literary and Taoist circles. Even though he was Yan Zheng's direct disciple, he had never heard of Yan Zheng's words. We talked about Ci Qi Bai.

So when Bai Ye heard Ci Qi Bai broke through to semi-sainthood at the age of thirty-seven, one can imagine the shock in his heart.

In the history of the world of literature and Taoism, no one has ever been able to break through to the semi-saint realm at the age of thirty-seven. Even Confucius, who created the talent cultivation system, broke through to the semi-saint realm at the age of destiny. From this, we can see what kind of miracle Ci Qibai has created.

"Yes, your father did break through to the semi-saint realm at the age of thirty-seven. The original age for this rule of the Holy Son was forty years old, but because your father broke through to the semi-saint realm at the age of thirty-seven, the Master Hall also changed this rule to thirty-seven years old."

Yan Zheng spoke slowly, his voice full of memories, but he quickly came back to his senses and said to the two: "I brought you here today to remind you that your talents have attracted the attention of the various schools. They may inquire about your strength before the battle of a hundred schools of thought begins, and may even send people to provoke you like today."

"If they come again, how should you deal with it?" Yan Zheng suddenly asked.

"Fight to support war, fight to stop war. If there are too many invaders and they are too excessive, just kill the chicken to scare the monkey." Ci Song said without thinking.

Bai Ye on the side did not speak, but his eyes revealed a firm look. Obviously, he also agreed with Ci Song's statement.

"Okay, as the dean of Yansheng Academy, I should support the students. If there are still people who take the initiative to provoke you like today, you can kill them. I will take care of the matter. I will block the literati under the age of 30 for you. Students of your generation, you can do what you want."

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