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

Yan Du covered his broken arm, his face pale, his eyes full of fear and disbelief. He never dreamed that after years of hard training, he would end up like this today, and he didn't even have a chance to resist.

"Yan Zheng, how dare you hurt me!" Yan Du gritted his teeth, his heart full of anger and humiliation.

Yan Zheng still had a calm expression, "Hurt you? When you were still a saint, you were defeated by me. If it weren't for the people in the Hall of the First Master, you would have died like Kong Jian at the hands of me and Qi Bai. How could you have the chance to be arrogant in front of me?"

As soon as these words came out, the literati present were in an uproar.

They finally remembered Yan Zheng's identity before. About forty years ago, Master Xue brought his two disciples into the Heaven Beyond Heaven. Later, for some reason, the two disciples had a conflict with the two saints of that generation. At that time, Master Xue's two disciples were only Hanlin cultivators, and the two saints at that time had broken through the realm of great Confucian scholars.

The two sides were really angry at that time and decided to go on stage for a life-and-death battle. They thought that this was a crushing victory from the Heavenly Saint Son, but the result was surprising. The two disciples of Master Xue defeated the two Saint Sons easily with an absolutely strong attitude, and the first Saint Son Kong Jian was directly killed by the joint efforts of the two students.

If the Master Hall stopped the life-and-death battle in time, the second Saint Son Yan Du would also die at the hands of the two disciples.

And the person in front of him was Yan Zheng, one of Master Xue's disciples who defeated Yan Du! .

"You..."

Hearing Yan Zheng's words, Yan Du's face flushed immediately, and he was so angry that he trembled all over, but he was speechless.

The battle that year was the biggest shame of his life, especially after that battle, the title of the Holy Son was abolished. He was originally valued by the First Master Hall and even the entire Tianwai Tian, ​​but became a laughing stock among his peers. Now Yan Zheng mentioned this matter in public, which was just a sharp knife directly inserted into his heart. The anger and humiliation in his heart are simply difficult to describe in words.

"Yan Zheng, don't go too far!"

At this time, another relatively young Yan family writer stood up. He looked at Yan Zheng with a gloomy expression and said: "Although you are a semi-saint, most of the semi-saints in my Yan family are in seclusion and sleeping, but there are also semi-saints in charge. If you dare to do this again today, don't blame my Yan family for being rude!"

"Oh? Are you threatening me?"

Yan Zheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked at the Yan family writer. In an instant, a terrifying momentum burst out from his body, pressing towards the Yan family scholar like a tsunami.

"Boom!"

The great scholar of the Yan family was like an ant facing a giant elephant in front of this momentum. His legs softened and he fell from the air and landed directly on the ground. Even the talent in his body became disordered.

"You..."

Feeling the terrifying momentum, the great scholar of the Yan family showed a look of fear on his face. At this moment, he truly realized the horror of the semi-saint. It was not something that a great scholar like him could contend with.

"I, Yan Zheng, have never needed others to point fingers at me in my life, and when have I ever been afraid of others' threats?"

"Today, if I want to cut off one of your arms, you must cut it off. If I want to take your life, you must die!"

Yan Zheng looked around, his voice was cold and domineering. At this moment, he seemed not to be the peaceful dean of Yansheng Academy, but the master of heaven and earth. His domineering and strong attitude made the Yan family scholars present silent.

"You..."

Yan Du's heart was filled with endless regret at this moment, but he was helpless. The humiliation and powerlessness he felt when facing Yan Zheng that year surged into his heart again.

"Yan Zheng, you bully us like this today. When the half-saint of my Yan family comes out of retreat, I will never let you go!"

Yan Du gritted his teeth and said, he had completely lost his mind at this moment.

"I'll wait for them."

Yan Zheng looked calm, as if he didn't take Yan Du's words to heart at all. He looked at the Yan family literati present and said lightly: "Do you want to do it yourself, or let me do it myself?"

Hearing this, the Yan family literati present turned pale instantly. They looked at the calm Yan Zheng and were filled with fear. However, facing this situation, all the Yan family literati present did not choose to flee. Although they were afraid, they also knew that facing a half-saint, they could not escape at all.

And if they fled today, their Yan family's reputation in Tianwaitian would definitely be damaged again, which would not be worth the loss.

"Friend Yan, can you please give me a favor and let's just leave it at that?"

An old man in a purple robe and with white hair came to Yan Zheng with a cane, limping. He was the old man who wanted to bid for the scroll written by Confucius at the auction. He was Zeng Kuang, one of the leaders of the Zeng family in Tianwaitian.

After seeing Zeng Kuang, Yan Zheng's expression changed slightly and became much more humble. He then bowed to him and said, "Mr. Zeng, I haven't seen you for many years. You are still as elegant as ever."

"Haha, Friend Yan, you are joking. I am already an old man. How can I describe you as 'still as elegant as ever'? But you, Friend Yan, have not only become the dean of Yansheng Academy in just a few decades, but have also entered the realm of semi-saint. Such talent really makes me ashamed."

Zeng Kuang replied with a nostalgic smile on his peaceful face after hearing this.

"Mr. Zeng, you are really embarrassing me by saying this."

"Okay, let's stop flattering each other."

Zeng Kuang smiled and continued, "Friend Yan, please give me a favor today. How about we let this go?"

"Mr. Zeng, it's not that Yan Zheng doesn't want to let this go, but you have to ask the Yan family if they will embarrass my disciples later."

Yan Zheng was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said helplessly.

Zeng Kuang looked at Yan Du and others after hearing this, and asked, "Yan Du, will you trouble this friend later?"

"Mr. Zeng, this matter..."

Yan Du opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Zeng Kuang.

"Okay, I know."

Zeng Kuang waved his hand and interrupted Yan Du. He had lived for so many years, how could he not see the interests involved.

Then, Zeng Kuang turned to look at Yan Zheng and said, "Friend Yan, speaking of this matter, your disciples were not hurt, but many people from the Yan family were injured. How about this, I will be a peacemaker and let the Yan family pay some compensation, and let this matter go?"

"Yes, it is indeed the Yan family that is wrong. It should not be too much to let them pay compensation to settle the matter."

A gentle voice sounded, and a man in a green gown, with a handsome face and gentle temperament, who gave people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze, walked slowly.

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