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

When Ci Song reached the 720th step, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he appeared outside an antique courtyard. The courtyard has green tiles and white walls, which makes it look elegant and refined. The big red lantern hung high on the porch, swaying in the wind and making a "squeaking" sound, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet courtyard.

The path paved with bluestones winds and twists, leading to the depths of the courtyard. The green plants on both sides are lush and exude a light fragrance, which is refreshing and refreshing.

"I thought other students would reach the top, but I didn't expect that I would still be the first." Ci Song sighed.

With a "squeak" sound, the wooden door of the courtyard slowly opened, and I saw Yan Mo wearing a purple robe sitting in the pavilion, slowly drinking tea. When I saw Ci Song arriving, a faint smile appeared on Yan Mo's face: " You are here."

When Ci Song saw Yan Mo, he bowed his hands and said, "Junior Ci Song, I have met senior Yan Mo."

Yanmo waved his hand slightly to tell Ci Song not to be polite, then pointed to the seat in front of him and motioned Ci Song to sit down.

Ci Song sat down in compliance with the words, and then listened to the silence and said: "I saw that when you climbed the mountain, every step was extremely slow. Sometimes you frowned in thought, and sometimes showed a look of enlightenment. You were obviously comprehending the rules of talent in this tea mountain."

Hearing Yanmo's words, Ci Song nodded. As the owner of this place, his actions will naturally be seen by Yanmo, "Senior has a keen eye, and this junior is indeed comprehending the rules of talent in Chashan."

"Do you know the difference between a semi-saint and a sub-saint?" Silence suddenly asked Ci Songdao.

Ci Song was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Silence would ask him this question. He pondered for a moment, and then said: "The difference between a Half Saint and a Sub-Saint lies in the control and use of talent."

"Although the semi-saints also possess extremely powerful talents, their control and use of talents are far inferior to those of the sub-saints. The sub-saints can not only control their talents at will, but also integrate their talents into the world. Create your own world of talents.”

"In this world, the powerful Yasheng is the master and can control everything in it at will."

Hearing Ci Song's answer, Silence nodded slightly, obviously very satisfied with Ci Song's answer, "You are right, the most fundamental difference between the Semi-Saint and the Sub-Saint is that the Sub-Saint can build an independent The world of talent.”

"The fundamental way to break through from the Semi-Saint is to use the Semi-Saint Dao Fruit to communicate with the Great Dao and integrate its Dao Fruit with the Dao, thereby breaking through to the sub-Saint realm."

"Now that the Dao is incomplete, the Semi-Saint Dao Fruit cannot resonate with the Dao, causing all Semi-Saints to be unable to take another step forward. Therefore, your understanding of the rules of talent operation is not of much use."

After saying that, Silence gently raised his hand, and the surrounding space seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and began to undergo subtle changes.

Ci Song felt like the world was spinning. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a vast void. There was endless darkness all around, as if even time and space had frozen here.

Silence still maintained the gesture of raising his hand, but the tea cup in his hand had disappeared, replaced by a green long sword.

On the sword body, nine tea-leaf-shaped spiritual patterns shimmered with light, as if containing some kind of terrifying power. The sword energy emanated from the sword, forming sharp waves that made the surrounding void tremble.

Ci Song felt the fluctuation of the sword energy, and felt that his skin seemed to have been cut by countless small sword energy, sending out waves of tingling sensation. He was shocked that this long sword was actually at the level of a sub-sage treasure.

"Defeat me, and I will teach you all the insights that Master Ziyouya gained in creating the world of Tea Mountain."

Silence and Ci Song looked at each other from afar, with a hint of solemnity in their tone, "Your literary cultivation is that of a great Confucian, so I will suppress my realm to the realm of literary giants. Only you have the ability to fight across borders. You are qualified to know the past of this tea mountain.” “Young man is offended!”

Ci Song took a deep breath and took out his Evil Sword from the jade pendant. The crimson sword light burst out suddenly, forming a sharp contrast with the green sword energy.

There was a bit of surprise on Ximo's face. He obviously didn't expect Ci Song to be able to withstand his sword energy. With a move of the long sword, a turquoise sword energy shot out instantly, attacking Ci Song with the power of destroying the world.

Ci Song didn't show the slightest intention of retreating from fear. He also raised his long sword, and a crimson sword energy instantly greeted him. The two sword energies collided fiercely in the void, making a deafening sound.

The crimson and turquoise lights intertwined to form a huge ball of light, illuminating the entire void like daylight.

As the light ball dissipated, the two sword energies also dissipated into the invisible. But the aftermath of the sword energy was still raging in the void, making the surrounding void tremble.

Ci Song felt a bit of surprise on his face as he felt the solidity of the void around him. This tea mountain space is actually several times stronger than the outside space. I am afraid that even a semi-saint-level expert will not be able to break the shackles of this tea mountain space.

Silence didn't give Ci Song much time to think. His body flashed and turned into a green sword light, shooting towards Ci Song.

Ci Song raised his long sword horizontally, and the blade of the sword flashed with cold light, like a dragon emerging from the water, violently colliding with the silent Shengxie Sword. The two swords drew a dazzling trajectory in the air, accompanied by a deafening sound of gold and iron, a clanging sound that resounded through the sky.

clang!

This attack was like two meteors colliding violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light. Ci Song only felt a huge force coming from the long sword, surging like a landslide, shaking his arms numb, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

The ground under his feet, because of his fierce retreat, actually left deep gullies in the void.

Although Jian Mo's strength was suppressed in the literary realm, his sword moves were extraordinary. His sword skills were all inherited from the legendary Ziyou sub-sage. Every move and every style contained profound sword principles. His Shengxie sword seemed to have life, moving with his mind, and every change of sword moves was as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water.

Ci Song did not dare to be careless at all, and he concentrated on dealing with Jian Mo's attack.

On his long sword, the red sword energy kept swallowing and spitting, as if a fire dragon was entwined on the sword.

On the silent Shengxie Sword, green sword energy crisscrossed, like tea leaves flying in the air.

The sword energy of the two swords intertwined together, forming a beautiful picture, like a flowing scroll.

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