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

Mr. Yi's words had just landed, and everyone focused on Ci Song.

"Mr. Yi, this is impossible! How can the Ci Song Dynasty be a genius who can "use poetry to ink"! He clearly...obviously..." Fang Zhongyong roared in his heart. He did not believe that Ci Song Dynasty could "use poetry to ink". "genius.

Ci Song was clearly several years younger than him. Fang Zhongyong was in a mess. He couldn't believe what Mr. Yi just said. Ci Song Mingming didn't even fully master the "Four Books" and "Five Classics", so how could it be possible to get into it?

Fang Zhongyong clenched his fists and veins popped up on his forehead. He was really unwilling to believe what Mr. Yi said. But he also understood that it was impossible and unnecessary for Mr. Yi to lie.

His heart felt like being struck by lightning. He looked at Ci Song in shock, as if he was meeting this person for the first time.

The students present were all shocked. The way they looked at Ci Song had completely transformed from contempt and indifference to admiration and envy.

Especially Zhang Shuzhi, now he is more and more grateful that the conflict between himself and Ci Song has been resolved. Otherwise, if he goes against such a genius, he may not have any good fruits in the future.

"Ci Song, your poems have surpassed your age and experience. This is a reflection of your talent. But you still need to work harder and continue to learn and hone your skills. This is why Mr. Ning will give you Send it here."

Ci Song nodded and said: "What Mr. said is absolutely true. I will study harder."

Mr. Yi nodded with satisfaction, and then continued: "You are all my students, and I hope you can all use your talents and talents. No matter what you do in the future, whether you will stay in the academy, I hope you will." Have a grateful heart and be responsible, be filial to your parents and fulfill your responsibilities, this is what everyone should do.”

"Okay, let's start today's lesson, "The Analects of Confucius: Zilu""

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After class, just when Ci Song was about to leave, he was surrounded by a group of schoolchildren, all of whom wanted to have a relationship with Ci Song.

"Senior Brother Ci, you are really amazing! You are actually a genius who can "put poetry into ink". I am so impressed with you."

"Brother Ci, can you also teach me how to write poetry? I am willing to become your teacher!"

"Senior Brother Ci, your poetry attainments have surpassed many others. I am willing to be inferior."

A group of schoolchildren surrounded Ci Song, praising and asking for advice, which made Ci Song unable to cope. However, the compliments and advice from these schoolchildren also made Ci Song somewhat uncomfortable.

Yesterday, he heard some people whispering about him behind his back, saying bad things about him, one by one "connected person".

After learning about his true strength today, I began to compliment him, calling him "senior brother". I can only say that he is very sophisticated in his ways.

"Okay, okay, let's all disperse!" Zhang Shuzhi stepped forward and drove away the schoolchildren surrounding Ci Song.

"Ci Song, I heard from Senior Brother Bai that you don't have to train with us in the afternoons from now on? What happened?"

Seeing that Zhang Shuzhi had relieved himself, Ci Song stood up and left the school with Zhang Shuzhi. Before leaving, Ci Song turned to the group of schoolchildren who gathered around his desk to watch the poems he had written and said: " Please help me post the poem I wrote."

"I understand, Senior Brother Ci."

In this way, Ci Song and Zhang Shuzhi left the school and went to the restaurant. On the way, Zhang Shuzhi finally couldn't help but asked Ci Song: "Ci Song, have you really written poetry into ink?"

Ci Song nodded and replied: "Not only that, I also broke through Tongsheng."

"Tong... Tongsheng?" Ci Song's answer directly stunned Zhang Shuzhi. Ci Song was obviously several years younger than him, and he was well-known as an ignorant and ignorant playboy before.

It is rumored that Ci and Song Dynasties did not read much, but now, they are already a child, and I am still a wise man. Is this the gap between geniuses and ordinary people?

"You really make me unbelievable." Zhang Shuzhi was silent for a long time before he said, "But thinking about it, you are the son of General Ci, and you are very talented, so it is right for you."

Ci Song smiled and didn't say much, but having a father with so much talent can indeed save Ci Song a lot of trouble. No matter how talented Ci Song is, others will take it for granted. After all, dragons give birth to dragons. The phoenix begets the phoenix, and the mouse's son can dig holes.

Soon, the two came to the restaurant. It was noon at this time, and none of the students in the school had come to eat yet. Ci Song and Zhang Shuzhi found a corner and sat down.

"Ci Song, how did you break through Tongsheng?" Zhang Shuzhi asked curiously.

Ci Song did not hide anything and told the process of his breakthrough from Tongsheng. He said it was a process, but in fact it was just writing a poem and then breaking through. It was as simple as that.

"Oh, I really envy your talent." After hearing this, Zhang Shuzhi sighed: "Being able to write poems into ink, and being able to leapfrog through the ranks of children with just one poem is beyond my reach."

Zhang Shuzhi has been in the realm of enlightenment for nearly three years, and this is when he has touched the realm of childbirth. During this period, he continued to practice archery, and at the same time improved the other five arts, and continued to learn and think every day.

Hearing that Ci Song had made a breakthrough in Tong Sheng, he still wanted to learn from Ci Song. But he didn't know that Ci Song's breakthrough was to write a poem and did nothing else. It was so annoying that people were comparing themselves to others.

"Everyone has his or her own destiny. There is a time in life that must be fulfilled, but there is no time in life. Don't force it." Ci Song muttered this sentence. In fact, he was not a person who believed in fate very much, but this sentence was used to comfort others. It couldn't be more appropriate.

Zhang Shuzhi nodded. He knew that Ci Song was comforting himself. After all, the gap between people was sometimes as big as heaven and earth and could not be compared at all. However, these words sounded very useful to Zhang Shuzhi.

Just when the two of them were eating, Ci Song suddenly felt that someone was staring at him. He turned his head suddenly and found a man wearing a yellow Confucian robe and a strange white mask staring at him. The patterns are very strange and delicate, and you can't tell what patterns they are made of unless you look carefully.

Ci Song was shocked. He had no idea when the masked man appeared, and he didn't notice the person's aura. However, what made Ci Song most uncomfortable was that the man kept staring at him.

"What are you staring at me for?"

In Ci Song Dynasty, he recognized that he was not a student from the person's dress, because there was no yellow in the student's Confucian robe, only black, white, and dark green.