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

After hearing Ci Song's answer, the master was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said softly: "That's it."

Then the master looked at Ci Song carefully, and then sighed softly: "Your appearance is more like your mother, but your temperament is closer to your Qi Bai."

"Ping An, come and sit over with me. This is not the place to talk about private matters."

The Master smiled slightly and led Ning Ping'an and Ci Song out of the hall.

Under the guidance of the Master, Ning Ping'an and Ci Song came to the courtyard behind the school. There was a huge osmanthus tree in the courtyard. The crown of the tree covered the sky and the sun, forming a cool place. There was a stone table and several stone benches under the tree. , there is a set of very ordinary-looking tea sets on the table, and at this moment, steam is coming out of the teapot.

"Here, how about a taste of the tea I brewed."

The master smiled slightly and motioned for Ning Ping'an and Ci Song to sit down.

Ning Ping'an was not polite and sat down in front of the stone table, while Ci Song stood aside. He still knew some basic etiquette.

"You should also sit down. Your father was not as reserved as you." The master smiled and said to Ci Song.

After hearing this, Ci Song carefully sat next to his teacher, and then the master poured two cups of tea for the two of them. Ning Pingping picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Ci Song also took a sip carefully. He only felt that the tea in his mouth was a little bitter, but after swallowing it, the bitter taste was even worse, which made people have "endless aftertaste".

"Here, is this tea or Chinese medicine? It's so bitter."

If the master hadn't poured the tea himself, Ci Song would have spit it out long ago.

The Master sitting opposite Ci Song seemed to have seen through Ci Song and said with a smile: "Haha, this tea is very bitter."

"Uh." Ci Song didn't expect Master to ask so directly, so he smiled awkwardly.

"Tea is like life, containing all aspects of life. The bitter taste is the most experienced in life." As the master said, he poured a cup of tea for Ning Ping'an and Ci Song again.

"Here, have another drink."

Seeing that Ci Song was in a daze, the master chuckled lightly and filled the pot with another cup for the two of them.

Then the master turned to look at Ning Ping'an, as if chatting about family matters, and asked: "I said Ning Ping'an, didn't you say that you will not accept a disciple in this life? Why have you accepted Ci Song as your direct disciple now? "

After hearing the Master's words, Ning Ping'an picked up the teacup and took a sip. Then he put down the teacup, looked up at the Master, and said calmly: "Ci Song is just a name, not a true direct descendant. Strictly speaking, he is not my disciple."

Hearing this, the master sneered, patted his thigh gently, and said with a smile: "You really have a way. If you don't accept the direct descendants, then the so-called disputes between the same disciples can be avoided, right? It seems that you are still concerned about it. Your senior brother."

Ning Ping'an did not answer the master's words, but quietly drank the tea in the cup.

"It's bad, I can't understand a word these two people said. What are they talking about?"

Ci Song is like a child who comes to a strange relative's house as a guest, sitting motionless on the stone bench, quietly listening to the elders telling about the past that he doesn't know.

"It doesn't matter, even if it's just a name, you can pass on your skills completely. But, when you bring this child to Confucius Academy, aren't you afraid that someone will make things difficult for you?" the master asked.

"This child's life is so smooth. I brought him here this time just to let him go through some training." Ning Ping'an replied slowly.

"As a teacher, you are just too strict. That's all. Confucius said: 'Those who know are not as good as those who are good, and those who are good are not as good as those who are happy.' You are still like this after all these years."

"Have people from the other three courtyards arrived? Is the tea party of the fifth courtyard today still the same as it was back then?" Ning Ping'an brought up the topic of the tea party of the fifth courtyard.

"It's still the same as it was back then. Everyone who participates in the tea party, asking questions, banquets of talents, and battles of literature and morals are still exactly the same as we were back then." The Master replied.

"Even so, I'm relieved."

Ning Ping'an chatted with the Master for a few more words, and then the Master was called over by several old men who seemed to be about the same age as him, saying that they wanted to discuss the details of the tea party in the Five Courtyards.

The master then asked Ning Ping'an to take Ci Song for a walk, and the two left the courtyard.

"Ci Song, do you think Master is completely different from what you imagined?"

On the way, Ning Pingan suddenly asked this question.

When Ci Song heard this, he was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, there is something different. I feel that the master is not like a gentleman, but more like an elder in the family. It makes people feel more cordial and like a spring breeze."

After Ning Ping'an heard Ci Song's answer, he said slowly: "Over three hundred years old, he still has an innocent heart. Only such a person can surpass the lineage of Kong Sheng and become the master of this generation's academy."

“Confucius and Saints Academy has long lost its glory, but he is indeed a respectable person and a person who can truly implement the teachings of Confucius and Saints.”

This was the first time that Ci Song heard his teacher praise others so much, and his evaluation of the Master in his heart also improved a bit.

Ning Ping'an and Ci Song passed through the main hall of the school and came to the square of the previous school. At this moment, about thirty students had gathered in the square, gathering in twos and threes, either talking about poetry or talking to each other. debate.

On the left side of the square, there is a huge stone tablet with the word "Poetry" carved on it. This word occupies almost half of the stone tablet. It is vigorous and powerful, like a dragon and snake swimming on the stone tablet.

Ning Ping An walked to the stone tablet, pointed at the stone tablet, and said to Ci Song: "Ci Song, do you know the origin of this stone tablet?"

Ci Song shook his head after hearing this.

Ning Pingan smiled faintly and said, "Back then, Qu Sheng preached in Confucius Academy. Before ascending to heaven, he gathered all the students in the academy here, and then transformed his own saintly talent into this stroke, using the stone tablet as a carrier and presented it to Confucius Academy."

"From now on, anyone who writes poetry in Confucius Academy will be protected by Qu Sheng."

After hearing Ning Pingan's explanation, Ci Song became interested and asked, "Teacher, does the name engraved on this poem tablet mean that they have been recognized by the saint?"

The reason why Ci Song asked this question was because he saw his father "Ci Qibai"'s name on the poem tablet at the top of the list.

"You must be curious why your father's name is still on the list, right?"

"Yes." Ci Song nodded.

"If the inscription left by the saint can really be changed by ordinary people, then he is no longer a saint. No one can change the name of the saint on the inscription."

"Your father can leave his name, so you should do the same as a son."

Hearing this, Ci Song finally understood the real reason why the teacher brought him to the inscription.

"Teacher, what should I do?" Ci Song asked.

"Touch the inscription with my hand and listen to the words of the saint."

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