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

Ci Song was slightly stunned. He really didn't expect Mo Yao to apologize to him. Why can't he understand this little girl's brain circuit?

"I'm so angry. If I had known, I would have worked harder. If I had broken through one day earlier, I would have seen Brother Ci Song showing off his skills in front of the poem monument!"

Ci Song saw Mo Yao's face gradually become angry. She looked like she was extremely regretful. She even clenched her right hand holding him into a small fist.

"It's okay, isn't there a tea party in the five academies?" Ci Song replied.

"Yeah, Brother Ci Song, I heard from the teacher that you wrote a poem with the title "Lovesickness"."

Mo Yao suddenly stopped and looked at Ci Song expectantly, "Brother Ci Song, can you recite that poem to me?"

Ci Song was slightly stunned. He really didn't expect this little girl to come up with such a trick, but looking at her hopeful eyes, Ci Song couldn't bear to refuse, so he had to recite it again.

"Red beans grow in the south, and they sprout in spring."

"I hope you can pick more of them, as they are the most nostalgic. Hey?"

As soon as Ci Song finished reciting, he felt a warmth on his left cheek, as if something had touched it.

When Ci Song reacted, Mo Yao had already let go of Ci Song's arm and ran away. "Brother Ci Song, the teacher is inside. Go find him yourself. I, I'll wait for you outside."

Ci Song looked at Mo Yao's departing back, and felt her warmth still on his cheek. He subconsciously touched the light lip print on his face, and stood there in a daze. It was the first time he was kissed by a non-relative of the opposite sex.

He felt his heartbeat speed up a bit, and his face began to become warm.

"This, this feels really good."

Ci Song smiled, shook his head gently, stopped thinking about other things, and walked directly into the woods.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

The melodious bell rang, and Ci Song also walked into the woods. What came into view was a relatively simple thatched house.

Outside the thatched house was a fenced yard, which was full of various flowers and plants. It was mid-summer, and the yard was full of colorful flowers, which were very beautiful.

In the small courtyard in front of the house, an old man with a white beard was sitting on a bluestone bench, holding a book in his hand, and reading it intently.

"Master." Ci Song walked up and saluted him.

"Young man, you must know how to restrain yourself. Although you are engaged, you must wait until both parents agree before making the next plan."

The master did not look at Ci Song, but just looked at the book in his hand and murmured.

Ci Song certainly understood that what the master was talking about was what happened in the woods just now. For a moment, Ci Song did not know how to answer.

"If it were someone else, they would still have the right to criticize Ci Song. When you were about the same age as Ci Song, you would go out for a few days every month to 'travel' when you were in Confucius Academy. As for what you could learn during these days, only you know."

Ci Song looked up and saw his teacher Ning Ping'an walking out of the room with a teapot in his hand and sitting on the bluestone bench next to the teacher.

"Ahem, Ning Ping'an, you have to provide evidence when you speak, otherwise it will be criticized." The teacher put down the book in his hand and winked at Ning Ping'an.

"My senior brother is now in the Ci family general's mansion. My senior brother knows your affairs best. After all, when we were studying at Confucius Academy that year, you two had the best relationship."

Ning Ping'an said slowly.

"Okay, okay, let's put this matter behind us. You are a person who never suffers any loss. After all, I am also a teacher now, can't you give me some face?"

As the teacher said this, he threw the scroll in his hand directly to Ning Ping'an. Ning Ping'an didn't even look at it, but just blocked his left hand and took the scroll directly and put it beside him.

"Let's talk business, Ci Song, is there anything wrong with your body?" Ning Ping'an asked Ci Song.

"Teacher, I am safe and sound." Ci Song replied.

Seeing this, Ning Ping'an released a trace of talent and immersed it into Ci Song's body to check.

The teacher on the other side poured tea into the cups in front of Ning Ping'an and himself, and then said: "Child, you have suffered a lot these years. Originally, your teacher said that you might have been cursed by the saint. I didn't believe it, but after Qu Sheng personally confirmed it yesterday, I really believed it."

Speaking of this, the teacher sighed helplessly and said: "Alas, it seems that those people back then still don't want to let Qi Bai go."

"Master, who did my father offend?" Ci Song was very curious and asked immediately.

"The direct bloodline of Confucius, the direct bloodline of the 72 sub-sages, the military god of the military strategists, the Taoist ancestor, the previous Mohist giant, and..."

The teacher mentioned one enemy after another whose names sounded particularly awesome. Ci Song's scalp tingled when he heard it. Ci Song was shocked and didn't dare to move. His father looked very gentle, how could he offend so many people?

The Master looked at Ci Song's surprised expression, smiled, and said, "I know you will feel that, based on your understanding of your father, he is not a flamboyant person and should not have provoked so many enemies."

"Ci Song, remember, people will change. Even though your father is now mature and steady, he was once like you, young and frivolous, thinking that there is nothing in the world that cannot be done, and wantonly displaying his talents to the world. However, some people and some things will make people grow and change."

"My disciple does not need you to teach him." Ning Ping'an suddenly interrupted, "Ci Song, your body is fine. The blessing of the saint bestowed by Qu Sheng and the hidden saint curse in your body form a perfect balance. Therefore, you are no longer affected by the saint curse, but the saint blessing in your body can't protect you too much."

"Oh." Ci Song nodded in response. He naturally knew what Ning Ping'an meant just now, that is, he could not benefit from the blessing of the saint, but offset the damage of the saint curse to his body.

"The person who can cast this curse is too vicious. Fortunately, Qu Sheng came forward to help Ci Song. Otherwise, when the saint curse really broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable." The master sighed.

Hearing this, Ning Pingan continued, "It's just that the power in this poem monument cannot summon the phantom of Qu Sheng for the assessment for a while. It takes time to recover. I owe you a favor."

"Then you should repay him this time." The teacher smiled, "You have been too low-key in recent years, so low-key that the new generation of leaders in the other three colleges dare to provoke you. They once jointly suggested that they want to abolish the word "Sheng" in Yansheng College and change it to Yanhui College. The reason is that the current Yansheng College is not worthy of the word "Sheng". "

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