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

Yan Zheng's words undoubtedly gave Ci Song and Bai Ye a reassurance, so that they would have no worries.

"Teacher, the student has one more thing to ask." Bai Ye slightly cupped his hands and asked with some confusion.

"speak."

"If this is the battle of hundreds of schools of thought, if we really kill the disciples of each school, or even kill two saints, will the hundreds of schools of thought come together to attack?"

Bai Ye's words really shocked Ci Song and Yan Zheng. Even Yan Zheng opened his mouth slightly and looked at Bai Ye in astonishment.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ye didn't show any other expression. He just continued to ask tentatively: "Teacher, is this student's question too much?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to be so thoughtful." Yan Zheng replied with a wry smile.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye, I thought I was ruthless enough, but I didn't expect you to be ruthless than me. I admire you."

Ci Song, who was sitting next to Bai Ye, gave Bai Ye a thumbs up. He had no idea that Bai Ye could say such terrifying words in a calm, easy-going, harmless tone. He still had to learn from Bai Ye in this regard.

"There has been a precedent in the world where the Holy Son was beheaded. In the end, the Master's Palace only used four words to reply, 'The capable one will live there.' If a scholar really killed the Holy Son, then kill the Holy Son. Those who can become the new Holy Son can enjoy the resources that originally belonged to them.”

"Moreover, what you are talking about is not that it has never happened. There were two saints in the outer world who once went to the secret realm of the Great Zhou in the secular world to look for resources. However, they acted too arrogantly and eventually angered a Confucius Saint. student, and then was killed by a student from that school.”

Speaking of this, Yan Zheng looked through the window into the distance, as if he was lost in memories.

"One person killed two saints. That person is so strong?" Bai Ye had a look of surprise on his face.

Ci Song suddenly said: "Dean Yan, can't that person be the Master?"

"Yes, that person is the Master."

Yan Zheng nodded, "At that time, Master really couldn't understand the two people's behavior, so he took the initiative to discuss with them. Originally, Master just wanted to teach the two of them a lesson, but he didn't expect that they were really angry. The two men ignored any demeanor. They directly joined forces to kill the Master, but they did not expect that both of them would eventually die in the hands of the Master, and then the Master's name was directly spread to the outside world, causing shock in the literary and Taoist world. "

"Later, Chen Xintong took the initiative to go down to the next world and invited the master back then to go to Tianwaitian and inherit the name of the Holy Son, but in the end he was rejected by the master."

"It seems that the Master was also a ruthless person when he was young, and the Holy Son always kills people whenever he wants."

Ci Song murmured in his heart, while Bai Ye on the side continued to ask for more details about this battle of a hundred schools of thought, "Teacher, what kind of competition is this battle of a hundred schools of thought contending? Could it be that these three thousand students who came here, Is the winner also determined through the arena?"

"I don't know the specific situation. This battle of a hundred schools of thought is arranged by Chen Xintong alone. As for the rules, we still need to wait until he announces them alone."

Yan Zheng replied that he did not care about the fairness of this fight, because as the master of the First Master Hall, Chen Xintong could not specifically target one party in such a grand event. It's not a good thing for Chen Xintong's reputation either.

"Soldiers will block it, water will block it, and water will cover it. No matter what the rules are, I will do my best and leave no regrets."

Ci Song clenched his fists and said firmly.

Yan Zheng looked at Ci Song who was full of fighting spirit and nodded with satisfaction, "Just do your best. The most important thing is to put your own safety first."

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For the next period of time, both Ci Song and Bai Ye stayed in their temporary residence in the academy. Students from the other four colleges also arrived one after another. Mo Yao naturally came too. Since she came to Yuncheng, she has come to Ci Song. In the courtyard where he was, he ate, lived and practiced together.

At this time, Yuncheng also attracted the attention of various schools in Tianwaitian because Mo Bao Pavilion was going to auction the mirage dragon scales. A large number of literati and students poured into Yuncheng, wanting to see the elegance of the mirage dragon scales.

Yuncheng, which had originally become prosperous due to the battle of hundreds of schools of thought, became even more lively due to the influx of these literati, and today is the day when the auction begins.

In the courtyard where Ci Song lived at the temporary residence of Yan Sheng Academy, Mo Yao pulled Ci Song out of bed early in the morning and began to help Ci Song get dressed up. She had already heard about the auction of mirage dragon scales from Ci Song. As for the auction, she was naturally extremely interested in it, so she got up early to prepare.

After a while, Ci Song had packed up. Today he wore a light blue robe. His long hair was combed into a shape by Mo Yao and fixed with a wooden hairpin.

"Wake up, Brother Ci Song, Senior Brother Bai Ye and Senior Brother Zhongqi are already waiting for us outside. Why do you still look like you haven't woken up?"

Mo Yao put his hands on Ci Song's shoulders and shook his body gently, but there was no hint of urging in his tone, but a bit more shy.

"You are knowingly knowing that, consultant, you have been tossing all night, and I am now lack of energy?"

Ci Song yawned and glanced at Mo Yao with some resentment.

After hearing Ci Song's words, Mo Yao's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head shyly, and whispered like a mosquito, "You didn't say it was okay, why are you blaming me now?"

She raised her right hand, and the Aomei Yuxiao appeared in her palm, "Brother Ci Song, let me wake you up."

Mo Yao slowly blew the Aomei Yuxiao, and the sound of the flute sounded, and a stream of clear springs flowed into Ci Song's mind, which refreshed his tired spirit. In an instant, he was no longer sleepy, and he was extremely awake, and the whole person became energetic.

"Our Yaoer is still amazing. Just one song has restored me to my peak state."

Feeling the sense of relaxation coming from his body, Ci Song got up from the chair, stretched his waist, and then gave Mo Yao a thumbs up.

Mo Yao smiled when she heard it, and then dispersed the Aomei Yuxiao, then took Ci Song's hand and said, "Let's go, the two brothers are waiting for us in the yard."

After that, Mo Yao pulled Ci Song to the yard.

Bai Ye and Zhong Chang were drinking tea in the courtyard at this time. When they saw Ci Song and the others walk out of the room, Zhong Chang immediately stood up and looked at the "refreshed" Ci Song with a smile on his face. He then joked: "No wonder Junior Brother Ci was a little slow today. It turns out that he spent time on dressing up. As expected, with Junior Sister Yao'er here, Junior Brother Ci has become much more refined."

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