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

After Mo Yao helped Ci Song leave, the Master and Ning Pingan turned their heads to stare at the golden bridge in the sky and chatted, "Now that the other three colleges have arrived, when will the students of your Yansheng Academy arrive?"

"They are already on the way and will arrive at the hour of You." Ning Pingan replied.

The Master chuckled, turned to look at Ning Pingan, and said, "I am still looking forward to how much Bai Ye can grow under Yan Zheng's guidance. After all, the last time I saw him was ten years ago."

Ning Pingan shook his head and said, "Bai Ye is trapped by love, and his obsession is too heavy. I am afraid he can't pass this test of self-examination."

The Master smiled, "What is the meaning of love? Even Confucius did not give a perfect answer."

"How can Bai Ye explain it? He and that girl are destined to be a bad fate." "Who can say for sure about the things in the world?" The teacher sighed and turned to walk into the school. "Now that the four colleges have gathered, I will take you to meet the leaders of the other three colleges."

On the other side, Ci Song, with the help of Mo Yao, returned to his residence on the mountain. Yes, it was in Mo Yao's room. He was half lying on Mo Yao's bed, digesting the memory of "Ci Song". To be honest, this was a great problem for Ci Song himself. After all, it was impossible not to be affected by an extra memory in his mind.

"It turned out that the inexplicable resentment in my heart was also caused by the residual soul of Ci Song. Because I couldn't stand others insulting my father Ci Qibai, I forced to consume part of my soul, disturbing my mind and making me act impulsively. In this way, Ci Song can be regarded as a filial son."

Ci Song murmured in his heart. At the same time, the sound of the guzheng came from the room. The sound was like a gurgling stream, clear and melodious, like a mountain stream, gentle and passionate, and like a whisper in a dream, which made people intoxicated. As the sound of the zither sounded, Ci Song felt a sense of peace in his heart, and all the troubles seemed to be thrown behind him.

Mo Yao sat in the middle of the room, wearing a red dress as bright as fire and sun, pure and elegant, and her bright eyes were also flowing with a faint light, as if the stars were twinkling, reflecting every tiny world.

In the following time, Ci Song stayed with Mo Yao all the time, listening to her playing the zither, feeling the dreamlike melody, Ci Song's mood gradually calmed down, and the hostility and obsession dissipated bit by bit.

When it was getting dark, the two went to the restaurant of the school. When passing the school square on the way, Ci Song saw familiar figures. They were wearing pure white Confucian robes, except for the gold thread on the cuffs as decoration, there were no other patterns.

"Brother Bai Ye and the others are here too?"

Ci Song looked towards the square and saw Bai Ye and other students from Yansheng Academy sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed. Students from other academies had already dispersed. At this time, the golden bridge was already full of densely packed figures, all of whom were other students who had passed the heart-searching test.

On the other side of the golden bridge, there were only 72 figures left, which should be the students from Yansheng Academy who participated in the five-academy tea party.

"Bai Ye, it took me an hour to complete the heart-searching test. It depends on how long you can pass the test of this heart-searching mirror."

Duanmu Qingcang, who was wearing a blue Confucian robe, pulled a chair from somewhere and sat not far from the square. There was a table next to him, which was full of delicious food.

"Brother Qingcang, is this Bai Ye very strong? You think so highly of him?"

Zhang Wuyan sat on the other side of the table and asked his senior brother curiously.

"That's natural. The Master once said that Bai Ye's talent is almost crazy, and he is the most talented person of my generation." Duanmu Qingcang replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Wuyan's doubts became even more intense, "With such a high talent, why did he join Yansheng Academy? Isn't Confucius Academy a better choice?"

"He took the initiative to choose Yansheng Academy, for no other reason than for his first wife."

Duanmu Qingcang casually picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all, looking at Bai Ye with a bit of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Brother Ci Song, everyone in your academy has arrived." Mo Yao reminded Ci Song.

"I saw it, I hope they can pass the test of conscience as soon as possible."

Ci Song didn't care too much. After all, in his opinion, the test that he could pass so easily must not be a difficult task for his senior brothers.

Just after Ci Song and Mo Yao left, the students of Yansheng Academy opened their eyes one after another. On the golden bridge not far away, figures stood there, as tough and unyielding as pine and cypress in the world.

"Brother Qingcang, the fastest person in Yansheng Academy to pass the heart-searching test actually took two hours." Zhang Wuyan stood in the square, looking at the direction of the golden bridge, with a bit of disdain in his tone.

"I saw it." Duanmu Qingcang replied lightly, and then stopped talking, but his frowning brows revealed his confusion.

"Why is Bai Ye still in the trial?" Duanmu Qingcang was puzzled, as if he was looking for something.

"Maybe he was stumped by the difficult questions in the heart-searching mirror." Zhang Wuyan guessed.

"He and that girl are destined to have a bad fate." Duanmu Qingcang stood up, looking at the figure on the golden bridge, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

Soon, all 71 students of Yansheng Academy passed the heart-searching test without exception, and Bai Ye was the only one left in the square who was still struggling.

At this time, the sky was completely shrouded in darkness, and the crowd in the square had basically dispersed, except for the seventy-one students of Yansheng Academy, Dongfang Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan.

"Three hours have passed, why hasn't Bai Ye passed the trial yet? Did something unexpected happen?"

Duanmu Qingcang looked at the only remaining shadow on the other side of the golden bridge. The light emitted by the words above the shadow's head was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like a candlelight swaying in the dark, which could go out at any time.

"I'll go and see."

Just as Duanmu Qingcang was about to stand up and rush towards the golden bridge, a figure stopped him.

"Husband... Master?!"

After seeing the person clearly, Duanmu Qingcang hurriedly saluted him.

"I know you are worried about Bai Ye's safety, but you can rest assured that the heart mirror will not hurt anyone."

The master looked at the shadow of Bai Ye on the other side of the golden bridge and explained to Duanmu Qingcang: "As long as he passes this heart test, his heart knot can be resolved, and he can truly be free from distractions and have a clear conscience."

"Master, Bai Ye..." Duanmu Qingcang hesitated, as if he had something to hide.

"Don't worry, Bai Ye is fine. This is a level he must go through." The master replied.

"Master, since you said so, let's wait with peace of mind."

Duanmu Qingcang put aside his worries and sat back at the table, followed by Zhang Wuyan.

At this time on the golden bridge, Bai Ye's shadow was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. He still maintained his previous posture, muttering something in his mouth, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

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