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

Yan Zimo's eyes swept over the four people of Ci and Song one by one, and finally landed on Bai Ye.

"You are Bai Ye who injured Xi'er, right?"

Yan Zimo's voice was very calm, but there was a hint of fierceness hidden in this calmness.

When Bai Ye heard this, his expression remained unchanged. He just put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Yan Zimo and said calmly: "Your Excellency is right. Yan Xi was indeed injured by me. Are you here to stand up for her?"

"It's not about getting ahead, but Xi'er is a member of my Yan family after all. You hurt her, so I naturally need to seek justice for her." Yan Zimo looked at Bai Ye and said slowly.

Hearing this, Bai Ye asked back: "Seeking justice? Yan Sheng's bloodline injured my student of Yan Sheng Academy for no reason. Bai Ye's action was excusable. And Miss Yan's injury by Bai Ye was her own fault and she can't blame anyone else."

Hearing Bai Ye's words, Yan Zimo frowned slightly. He didn't expect Bai Ye to be so stubborn and not even afraid of him.

"If you hurt Xi'er, you have to pay the price. Let's do this. You have a competition with me. If you can beat me, then Xi'er's matter will be wiped out. If you lose, then kowtow to Xi'er and admit your mistake. how?"

Yan Zimo looked at Bai Ye and said calmly.

"Bah bang bang."

Suddenly, a sound of applause came from Bai Ye's side, attracting Yan Zimo's attention. The person applauding was Ci Song.

"What a good plan. If my senior brother loses, he will kowtow and admit his mistake. If you lose, this matter will just be written off. You don't have to pay any price. You really don't do business at a loss."

"How dare you! Mr. Yan is talking, and you dare to interrupt!"

When a young man standing behind Yan Zimo saw this, he directly released his talent and pressure, hoping to intimidate Ci Song and teach Ci Song a lesson. Unfortunately, he only had Hanlin cultivation, and the talent and pressure he unleashed was overwhelming. It's not worth mentioning in front of Ci Song.

"Noisy!"

Ci Song looked at the young man with a cold expression, and then a terrifying pressure swept out instantly, directly dissipating the young man's pressure, and then the terrifying pressure instantly enveloped him.

"Plop!"

The young man couldn't bear Ci Song's pressure at all. His legs weakened and he knelt down directly on the ground. He looked at Ci Song with a look of horror on his face, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"This...this pressure, you...you are actually a great scholar?!"

The young man looked at Ci Song and struggled to squeeze out this sentence.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zimo frowned slightly, then put his hand in front of the young man, and then waved his hand violently to dispel the pressure.

Immediately afterwards, they heard the voice of Ci Song reaching their ears: "The Master said: 'Being respectful but rude will lead to fatigue; being cautious but rude will lead to strangulation; being brave but rude will lead to chaos; being straight but rude will lead to strangulation', By doing this, I have really forgotten the words of the saint, where have all the books gone?”

Ci Song picked up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip, and said, "Also, I don't know how you judged that I am a great Confucian, is it through my eyes? No wonder you didn't read the book well. Even Hanlin and Confucianism can't be distinguished."

Faced with Ci Song's ridicule, the others behind Yan Zimo showed angry expressions. They all wanted to take action against Ci Song at this moment, but reason told them that this was Mo Bao Pavilion. If they made a small fuss, Mo Bao Pavilion might turn a blind eye. He closed his eyes, but if he got into a fight, he might be kicked out of the auction house directly.

"Okay, Mr. Yan, why should other people be involved in this matter? Bai Ye has accepted your bet."

At this time, Bai Ye's voice suddenly sounded. He stood up slowly, looked at Yan Zimo and said.

"Oh? Do you really dare to accept my bet?"

Hearing this, Yan Zimo raised his eyebrows, looked at Bai Ye and said, based on the information that Yan Xi and the others had gathered before, although Bai Ye was powerful, the aura of talent he exuded was only just breaking through to the realm of Confucianism, and he had already It took nearly a year to break through to the realm of Confucianism, and he has a profound foundation. It is not difficult to deal with Bai Ye, a new Confucian.

Even if Bai Ye possesses the soul of a saint, it is a unique magical power that can only be displayed by a literary giant. Now Bai Ye will not be his opponent.

"Why don't you dare?" Bai Ye looked at Yan Zimo and said tit for tat.

"Okay, if you have the guts, since you accepted the bet, you will meet me on the Yuncheng battlefield in three days."

Yan Zimo took a deep look at Bai Ye and prepared to set a time and place for the battle.

"Bai Ye doesn't have that much time to spend with you. If you want to fight me, do it now. Otherwise, I apologize for not being able to accompany you."

Bai Ye looked at Yan Zimo and spoke his thoughts calmly.

Hearing this, Yan Zimo's expression also became a little weird. He didn't expect Bai Ye to be so anxious to fight with him.

"Okay, since you are so anxious to lose in my hands, then I will help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to be suddenly stirred by an invisible force. The space was like a boulder thrown into the water, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, twisted and weird.

With a slight tearing sound, the space crack suddenly closed, and a middle-aged man appeared out of thin air in the center of everyone's attention in an almost teleporting manner. He was wearing a dark robe, and the hem of the robe automatically swayed in the wind, revealing an otherworldly aura.

On the chest of the robe, an exquisite ink-colored lotus embroidery loomed in the dim light. It was the unique identity mark of the Mobao Pavilion, like a brand, announcing his extraordinary identity and status.

"There is still half an hour before the auction begins. If the two want to compete, they can move to the auction platform to fight. It can also be regarded as a warm-up for our Mobao Pavilion's auction."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly.

"Okay, since the Mobao Pavilion has taken the initiative to contribute the venue, Bai Ye can't spoil the fun. Mr. Yan, let's fight on the platform."

Bai Ye turned his head to look at Yan Zimo, waiting for his answer.

"When have I, Yan Zimo, ever been afraid?"

After hearing the affirmative answers from the two, the middle-aged man smiled, and then used his finger as a pen, writing words while speaking to the two, "This fight has nothing to do with Mobao Pavilion. Mobao Pavilion only provides you with a venue. No matter what the result is, it has nothing to do with Mobao Pavilion."

As he spoke, an inky "empty" character suddenly flew out from his finger, flew straight to the arms of Bai Ye and Yan Zimo, and then was directly imprinted on the backs of their hands.

"The auction platform is indeed a little small. This 'empty' character can distort the space and expand the platform, allowing you to perform better."

"Don't worry, this 'empty' character will be dispersed after you decide the winner, and it will not have any impact on the two of you."

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