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

Ci Song looked back and saw a group of men wearing golden robes with unicorns embroidered on them walking into the Holy Temple.

"This Confucian robe is a bit too exaggerated. At first glance, I thought it was a dragon robe. Which academy is it from? Why is it so ostentatious?"

Ci Song complained in his heart.

"What qualifications does Zilu Academy have to say that the students of Yansheng Academy are rotten wood? If I remember correctly, Zilu Academy seemed to be the last in the last five-academy tea party?"

Mo Yao smiled contemptuously and directly responded to this group of arrogant yellow-robed people.

"My junior sister, what you said is biased. In the last Five Academy Tea Party, our Zilu Academy at least won the crown at the Talent Banquet. Unlike some academies, even if they are called "saints", they have not felt the taste of being the top of the list for many times."

A young man who looked about the same age as Bai Ye walked out of the group of yellow-robed people. After mocking him for a few words, the student of Zilu Academy pointed the finger at Ci Song again: "This Xiumu Academy is really getting worse every year. They dare to send such a young boy to participate in the tea party. If Yan Sheng knew about it, would he feel a little sad?"

"Zilu Academy is so powerful and arrogant."

Just when Ci Song was about to retort, a loud voice suddenly sounded from behind the group of yellow-robed people.

A man in a blue Confucian robe walked out of the crowd. The man looked to be in his twenties. The dark blue Confucian robe was embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon. , but in terms of both demeanor and temperament, he completely crushed the students of Ci Song and Zilu Academy into slag.

"I am communicating with the rotten wood of the rotten wood academy, when will it be your turn to interrupt the Zigong Academy? Duanmu Qingcang, you still like to meddle in other people's business?" The man in yellow robe looked at the man in blue with disdain and said.

"Zhou Ge, do you think that you are qualified to be so arrogant here just because you have become the direct disciple of Zilu Academy?" Duanmu Qingcang's Confucian robe suddenly moved without wind, and then he slowly raised his hand, and then pushed forward, with a "bang", the man in yellow robe who was standing there and mocking Ci Song and Mo Yao just now, has now flown several meters away.

"You dare to hurt me!?" The man in yellow robe covered his aching chest and roared angrily.

"Why not?" Duanmu Qingcang snorted coldly, "Confucius became a saint right here. As Confucian disciples, we should follow the principles of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. Look at yourself. Where is the demeanor that a Confucian disciple should have?" Duanmu Qingcang shook his head and said with disappointment.

"The students of Zilu Academy are really getting worse and worse. People like you can become a direct disciple. I doubt whether you can use Bai Ye's trick."

After saying this, Duanmu Qingcang turned his head and saluted the statue of Confucius first, then turned to look at the other students in Zilu Academy who were ready to move, and said: "If you really want to attack me, then wait until the battle of literature and Taoism to defeat me head-on."

Speaking of this, Duanmu Qingcang sneered, "Of course, if you want to avenge your senior brother Zhou now, you can, but it depends on whether you can bear the price."

As soon as these words came out, the other students of Zilu Academy were like eggplants hit by frost, and they completely wilted.

Are you kidding? Duanmu Qingcang is the biological son of Duanmu Weili, the dean of Zigong Academy, and also the eldest brother of Zigong Academy. His status can be said to be superior to everyone in Zilu Academy. They dare not completely anger this gentleman. If he "accidentally" hurts the troublemaker, this road of literature is almost equivalent to the end.

Duanmu Qingcang saw that the other people in Zilu Academy were no longer talking, so he whispered to the outside of the door: "Brother Wuyan, come in and pay homage to Confucius."

At Duanmu Qingcang's reminder, a boy wearing a blue robe, with a slightly childish face, who looked about the same age as Ci Song, walked in from outside. Although there was no pattern embroidered on his Confucian robe, he exuded an inexplicable temperament, which invisibly kept people away from him.

"Brother Wuyan, come and pay homage to Confucius."

Duanmu Qingcang walked up, gently patted the boy called Brother Wuyan, and then pointed to the statue of Confucius.

Junior Wuyan nodded, then walked to the incense burner, took out three incense sticks from the incense table, lit them, and respectfully walked to the statue of Confucius to worship.

At the same time, Duanmu Qingcang turned his head to look at Ci Song and asked, "When will Bai Ye come? Will he attend the Five Academy Tea Party this year?"

"Of course he will." Ci Song replied.

Duanmu Qingcang nodded and said to himself, "That's good, otherwise this literary battle would be too boring."

"Junior Wuyan, let's go." Duanmu Qingcang said softly, "I'll take you to the poem monument. I believe you can definitely leave your name on it."

"Thank you, senior brother." The boy replied slowly, his voice was a little hoarse, sounding similar to a teenager in the voice change period.

"This is what I should do."

Duanmu Qingcang chuckled and left the Supreme Hall with Junior Wuyan, and the people of Zilu Academy did not stay too long. After worshiping Confucius, they were ready to leave.

At this time, Ci Song said to Zhou Ge: "Brother Zhou, right?"

"Something?" Zhou Ge frowned. He was in a bad mood. He originally thought that after becoming a direct disciple and having the qualifications to officially participate in the Five Colleges Tea Party, he could be on an equal footing with the students from the other three colleges.

But Duanmu Qingcang's attitude towards him today made him realize everything.

Ci Song nodded and said, "I am very dissatisfied with what you did just now."

"Dissatisfied?" Zhou Ge raised his eyebrows, "My Zilu Academy and Xiumu Academy have been at odds for a long time. You are just a little student, you are not qualified to point fingers at me."

"There is no point in talking more. Let's see the truth with our hands. I, Ci Song, want the crown of this year's Talent Banquet. As for everything you said today, I will tell Senior Brother Bai and ask him to take good care of you, Senior Brother Zhou."

Ci Song smiled contemptuously. Zhou Ge himself is a rude person, and Ci Song will not have a good face for him.

"You, well, I'm waiting for whatever tricks Bai Ye makes. I want to see if this 'crazy Bai' is as magical as the rumors say."

Zhou Ge sneered, and then left the Holy Temple with everyone from Zilu Academy without looking back.

"Brother Ci Song, I believe you can win the crown of this talent banquet." Mo Yao said to Ci Song softly, "Alas, if the relationship between the other four colleges is still so bad, I am afraid that this five-college tea party will not be held in the future."

"These things are not what we should worry about. I'm hungry. Let's go eat something."

"Yeah."

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