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

Ci Song climbed the mountain again, but his mood was different. When he climbed the Tea Mountain for the first time, he had no other focus than climbing to the top of the mountain.

However, today, he set foot on this familiar mountain road again, not to conquer the peak, but to feel every breath of this tea mountain.

The early morning sunshine shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the winding paths in the mountains, as if laying a golden carpet for the arrival of Ci Song. On both sides of the mountain road, there are towering ancient trees and lush greenery. The air is filled with the fresh smell of earth and grass, and occasionally you can smell the fragrance of tea leaves.

This breath made Ci Song feel extremely comfortable and peaceful.

Every ten steps, there will be a tea shop standing next to the mountain steps. These tea shops are simple and elegant, as if they are integrated with the mountain.

When Ci Song stepped onto the tenth floor, he saw another "acquaintance", a little girl who looked like a porcelain doll, holding a small bowl in both hands and concentrating on drinking tea from the cup.

Her face was filled with a pure and satisfied smile, as if at this moment, only she and the bowl of tea in her hand were left in the whole world.

"Huh? I remember you, you've been here before." The little girl seemed to recognize Ci Song, and her clear voice echoed in the silent mountains.

"Well, I haven't seen you for five years, but you still remember me." Ci Song replied with a smile. "Hee hee, of course I remember you. Your literary fortunes soar into the sky, your talents resonate like dragons and phoenixes, and you have both blessings and misfortunes. There are too few geniuses like you."

The little girl obediently put her hands on the table in front of her and leaned in front of the table. She held her round chin with her hands and looked at Ci Song with some confusion. "Five years ago, I was able to see clearly all the things in your body." , but at this moment I find that your body is full of mist, and seems to be covered by a mysterious force. "

"Wow, I think you must have received the inheritance of a saint, so I can't see through your lies. I think you can reach the top of the tea mountain this time. I wonder what kind of reward Brother Silent Brother will give you this time? "

Listening to the little girl's clear and melodious voice, Ci Song couldn't help but smile, "It doesn't matter whether I am rewarded or not, I just hope to gain some insights and enhance my own strength."

"Strength? What state are you in now?" the little girl asked curiously.

"Great Confucian." Ci Song answered truthfully.

"Great Confucian?" The little girl's eyes widened and she looked at Ci Song in disbelief. "In just five years, you have broken through from the realm of scholar to the realm of great Confucian? How is this possible?"

As if she had thought of something, the little girl suddenly stood up from the chair, walked around Ci Song several times, and then sat back on the chair, but her eyes when she looked at Ci Song were a little different.

"No wonder Brother Lian Silent said that your talent is not at all inferior to that of Bai Ye who has the soul of a saint. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect that you are indeed a genius. No, I should say you are a monster."

Listening to the little girl's praise, Ci Song couldn't help but dumbfounded, "You're ridiculous."

"Humph, I'm not crazy about that. You are a monster to begin with."

The little girl put her hands on her hips and said with a serious face: "I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen anyone as evil as you. In five years, you have made a breakthrough from Jinshi to Great Confucianism. I am afraid no one will believe it. "

Seeing the little girl's serious look, Ci Song couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, just say so."

The little girl seemed to be very satisfied with Ci Song's answer. She nodded immediately and said, "That's right."

Then I saw her sitting back on the chair, holding the tea cup again, and said to Ci Song: "You are the first person in a thousand years to climb the Tea Mountain in the realm of Confucianism, so I won't disturb you.

I wish you can reach the top of the tea mountain and get the reward of Silent Brother. "

After saying that, the little girl stopped paying attention to Ci Song and concentrated on drinking tea. Looking at the little girl's cute appearance, Ci Song couldn't help but smile, turned around and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.

In the following time, Ci Song started his mountain climbing journey again just like five years ago. He did not climb quickly with the wind at his feet, two or three steps at a time, but every step They all walked extremely slowly.

Not only that, every time he walked up a level, Ci Song would stop and quietly appreciate the aura of talent around him, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes showing a look of enlightenment.

Tea Mountain is the core of the talent world built by Ziluya Sanctuary. It must contain certain rules for the operation of talent. As long as he can understand the slightest bit of it, it will be of great benefit to him in building his own talent world in the future.

During this slow climb, Ci Song gradually climbed to the 300th floor. Along the way, he met more and more students. These people couldn't help but feel puzzled when they saw Ci Song's behavior. , but no one bothered Ci Song. After all, anything could happen on the tea mountain.

In particular, the person who climbed the mountain was Ci Song, a person who had climbed to the top of the mountain five years ago and became the leader.

When Ci Song climbed to the 400th step, his speed suddenly increased. He moved quickly on the steps like a breeze and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

"Such a fast speed. Is this Ci Song's true strength?"

"It's too scary. Is this the speed of a strong scholar? I'm afraid even a strong semi-saint can't do anything more than this, right?"

"No wonder Ci Song can become the number one in the battle of a hundred schools of thought. This strength is indeed terrifying."

Looking at the direction where Ci Song disappeared, the other students began to discuss, their faces full of amazement.

Above the 400th step, Ci Song's speed became faster and faster, and in the end, he almost turned into a stream of light, and instantly crossed hundreds of steps.

550 steps, 580 steps, 600 steps!

When Ci Song stepped onto the 600th step, a powerful wave of talent suddenly burst out from his body, and this wave instantly swept all around, causing the surrounding students to look sideways.

Every step up the steps of the tea mountain, you have to face endless pressure, but Ci Song ignored it and was unstoppable all the way. This talent is simply shocking.

650 steps, 700 steps, 719 steps!

When Ci Song stepped onto the 719th step, he was only one step away from reaching the top. He exhaled deeply. The pressure on the tea mountain was nothing compared to the current pressure.

Five years ago, he climbed the tea mountain at the level of a scholar, and only felt a certain amount of pressure at the 700th step. Now, five years have passed, and he has stepped into the realm of a great scholar, so naturally he will no longer take this pressure seriously.

"Boom!"

Ci Song stepped with his right foot, and the whole person instantly crossed the last step and stepped onto the top of the tea mountain.

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