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

"First of all, the time has been decided, and there is no need for others to continue the trial."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and saw that a tea tree suddenly burst out of the ground in the courtyard. Its branches and leaves were swaying, and the green leaves fell off automatically, turning into streams of green light, which followed the pores of the green-robed man and entered his body. .

In a short time, as if catalyzed by time, the tea tree grew from a seedling that had just emerged from the ground into a lush and towering tree. And above the treetops, tea fruits swayed one after another, exuding an alluring luster.

The dull-eyed Duanmu Qingcang and his three direct disciples had regained their clarity at this moment, and they all had blank expressions on their faces. They were fighting the dragon one moment, so why did they come back the next moment?

When they saw Bai Ye and Ci Song sitting in the courtyard, they immediately understood everything. They had failed.

Duanmu Qingcang was the first to react. He took a deep look at Bai Ye and said, "Brother Bai, congratulations on winning the position of chief. I still can't beat you this time."

"Brother Duanmu, I was just lucky. But there is one thing you said wrong. I am not the chief, Junior Brother Ci is."

While Bai Ye returned the gift, he said that Ci Song was the real chief.

Duanmu Qingcang was slightly startled and said, "Is that so?"

"How can this be?"

For the first time, the three direct disciples of Kong Sheng Academy showed shocked expressions on their faces. They never expected that this young man who was only twelve or thirteen years old would be the chief.

Brother Wu, who had had conflicts with Ci Song before, looked at Ci Song in confusion, "Who are you?"

"The son of Ci Kuangsheng, Ci Song, a poetic genius who only passed three tests on Qu Sheng's Poetry Tablet and was ranked fifth on the Poetry Tablet List." The disciple standing on the left side of Brother Wu said.

Senior Brother Wu was stunned, "Ci, Ci Kuangsheng's son? Senior Brother Beiyuan, are you telling the truth?"

"Bei Yuan is right. This junior brother is not an ordinary person. At that time, he wrote three poems in succession that amazed Qu Shengxuying. He even did not hesitate to waste the source of the poem stele and bring down the blessings of a saint, but he also wanted to protect this junior junior brother. Genius." Another disciple said.

"Senior Brother Shufeng, why don't I know anything about what you said?" Senior Brother Wu asked in confusion.

"I wanted to inform you about this later, but because the tea party was brought forward, I didn't have much time." Shu Feng said with a smile, "Junior Brother Wu Yun, I hope we won't lose unfairly this time."

With that said, Shu Feng and Bei Yuan saluted Ci Song and Bai Ye in the courtyard at the same time, "Congratulations to the two junior brothers for reaching the summit. Yan Sheng Academy ranks first among the five academies in the tea banquet competition!"

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, congratulations to Brother Bai!"

Duanmu Qingcang saluted immediately. In his opinion, if he lost, he lost. It was no big deal. He would just work hard to win back next time.

"In this case, we will go down the mountain to look for tea seats that are not full yet."

Beiyuan was about to turn around and leave with Shu Feng and Wu Yun, but the middle-aged man stopped them, "Since you are here, it means that your talents are enough, and this tea fruit is for you." award."

With that said, the middle-aged man flicked his fingers, and four tea fruits floated in front of Duanmu Qingcang and Beiyuan.

"Thank you sir."

Several people did not expect that there would be an unexpected surprise, and they quickly thanked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at the stunned few people and explained: "This tea fruit is condensed from the essence of the tea tree. It contains a trace of You Bansheng's insights back in the day. You can take it."

"Half-Saint Enlightenment?"

Duanmu Qingcang and others were shocked. They didn't expect that the middle-aged man would give such a precious reward casually.

"Yes, this tea fruit contains the origin of many poems. If you can understand its artistic conception, it will be of great help to your future practice."

"Then let's thank you sir in advance."

Duanmu Qingcang and others bowed to the middle-aged man and then left the courtyard.

After they left, Bai Ye and Ci Song began to drink tea. When Ci Song took the first sip of tea, he truly confirmed an idea.

The tea my father Ci Qibai drank at home had this taste.

"Good tea." Ci Song praised him. He didn't say anything about it, he just praised the deliciousness of the tea.

"If you like it, I'll give you a hundred catties."

A green light flashed, and a large bag of tea leaves that had been sorted appeared in front of Ci Song. Ci Song was slightly startled. Although he didn't know how much the tea was worth, it was definitely not an ordinary product.

"Thank you sir."

Ci Song cupped his fists and saluted, and then accepted the big bag of tea. Although he didn't like drinking tea that much, he could go back and give it to his father when the time came.

Seeing this, Bai Ye also spoke: "Senior Xiu Mo, my master also loves the tea from this tea mountain. I didn't know you..."

"promise."

Another large bag of 100 kilograms of tea appeared at the tea table. When Bai Ye saw this, he bowed to Yan Mo and then handed over the tea.

"All students have tea banquets. That's it, the responsibility of Tea Mountain is over."

The man in green robe stood up, waved his sleeves, and the situation changed. When Ci Song came back to his senses, he found that he had appeared in a huge pavilion.

This pavilion is built in a strange way. It is in the shape of a staircase, from outside to inside, from high to low. There are four seats on each step, a total of seventy-three steps.

There is a jade cup on each seat, which is already filled with clear tea.

All the students also showed up here and took their seats. Ci Song and Bai Ye sat in the center of the pavilion. If they took one step forward, they would be at the tea table reserved for the five gentlemen.

"Look, the two people sitting in the center seem to be students from Yansheng Academy. Could it be that they took the first and second places this time?"

Students from other academies saw Ci Song and Bai Ye sitting in the center and exclaimed.

"Bai Fengzi is the most talented person of our generation. It is not surprising that he won the first place, but who is the person next to him? Why does he look young, only in his teens?"

"I saw it too. He is definitely not old. Who is that person?"

"I don't know. The literary fortune of Yansheng Academy is too good. First, Bai Fengzi appeared, and now there is an unknown genius?"

After seeing Ci Song and Bai Ye win the first and second places, the students of Zilu Academy, Zigong Academy and Zengsheng Academy began to discuss.

"As expected of the son of Ci Kuangsheng, he actually did what Ci Kuangsheng did back then." Zhang Wuyan looked at Ci Song who was not far from him, his heart full of joy and excitement.

Duanmu Qingcang, who was sitting next to him, saw the joy in his junior brother's heart, so he said: "Junior brother Wuyan, this junior brother Ci is indeed an extraordinary genius, and should be a friend you should make."

"I will remember what you said, senior brother."

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