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

From Zhongbo's perspective, a little impatience can ruin a big plan. He has too much expectation for Zhongshang. He can even imagine the height that Zhongshang can reach in the future, which is absolutely incomparable to Baiye.

The so-called fighting style of dying together is an insult to Zhongshang in Zhongbo's view. Zhongshang, who has obtained the true teachings of the sub-sage, will walk faster and smoother than everyone present in the future.

Although Baiye is very strong, Zhongbo always believes that this is just because Baiye has not met a real opponent. Maybe his current talent is very strong, but who can tell what will happen in the future?

Thinking back to the beginning, his talent was at the bottom among his peers, and there were many senior brothers and junior brothers who were more talented than him, but what happened in the end?

Instead, he, Zhongbo, became a literary giant and inherited the position of the dean of Zilu Academy. Those senior brothers who were more talented than him at the beginning either became his stepping stones or had already fallen and been forgotten by the world. As a person who has come here step by step, he knows the hardships and knows when to do what.

Therefore, he would never let Zhongsang take risks, because Zhongbo knew too well that once Zhongsang and Baiye fought and both suffered losses, the biggest damage would definitely be to their Zilu Academy.

His Zilu Academy must not ruin its future because of Baiye.

As for the outside world's doubts about Zhongbo, and even saying that he admitted defeat because he lacked courage, let them say whatever they want. Zhongbo admitted defeat, of course, he had his reasons.

Looking at the surprised and uncertain eyes in the audience, Zhongbo sighed, turned around, bowed slightly to the teacher, and said: "Today's battle, my Zilu Academy has completely lost, and I will follow the rules after admitting defeat."

"That's good." The teacher nodded with a smile on his face, and then he came to the high platform, walked slowly to Bai Ye's side, and patted him on the shoulder gently, "You stinky boy, you don't take your life seriously? Acting like this is exactly the same as Yan Zheng back then."

"Thank you for the praise, teacher. It's Bai Ye's blessing to be a little like a teacher." Bai Ye retracted his own talent and replied respectfully.

"Come on, I don't know your personality yet. I'm sure that stinky boy Yan Zheng has given you a life-threatening death so that you must get a good result in this literary battle, right?" The teacher smiled.

"The teacher doesn't care about fame, he just wants Bai Ye to do his best."

"Haha, I understand, I understand." The teacher laughed loudly, and then patted Bai Ye's shoulder, "Don't worry, your performance in today's battle is enough to make Yan Zheng, that stinky boy, look at you with new eyes."

Bai Ye smiled faintly and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, teacher."

After laughing, the teacher turned around and looked at the students under the stage, and said loudly: "Today's killing battle, Yan Sheng Academy vs. Zilu Academy, Yan Sheng Academy won. According to the rules, in order to ensure the safety of Zilu Academy students, Zilu Academy does not need to participate in this literary battle again."

Then the teacher asked Bai Ye, "Is Yan Sheng Academy willing to continue to participate in the literary battle?"

"Of course." Bai Ye nodded. He is in a very good state now, and his talent has only consumed about 30%. He has a chance to continue to participate in the literary battle, and even have a chance to compete for the first place.

However, what Bai Ye did not expect was that soon after he nodded, the Master suddenly said, "However, you are already exhausted today, so you don't need to participate in this battle."

Bai Ye was stunned. He had never thought that the Master would do this.

"Master, I'm fine, I can continue to participate." Bai Ye said.

"I know you are fine, but you also have to give other students a stage to show themselves, right?" The Master's tone was full of helplessness.

Hearing this, Bai Ye also understood the Master's intention, and felt that he was indeed a little selfish.

"Master, Bai Ye understands." Then Bai Ye bowed to the Master and left the platform.

The Master stood on the platform again and said loudly: "The battle of literature and art begins now!"

As the Master's words fell, the whole venue instantly boiled. The students of Zengsheng Academy and Zigong Academy were all in high spirits, ready to exert their full strength in this game.

Just when Ci Song was full of excitement and wanted to ask about the feelings of the battle of killing, he heard the Master's voice coming from the stage.

"By the way, we need to send someone to guard the way. By the way, Ci Song, come on up and take over from your senior brother Bai Ye."

"Me?"

Ci Song didn't expect the teacher to call his name again.

Seeing this, Bai Ye, who had just sat down, comforted Ci Song and said, "Junior brother Ci, just go up. Don't worry about winning or losing. Just show your ability. If you really can't win, just admit defeat."

"Okay."

Ci Song thought he would be nervous, after all, this was his first time to go on stage alone in front of so many people. However, when he stepped onto the high platform and faced those students who were either full of confidence or looking at him with expectation, he suddenly felt unusually calm.

Perhaps because of Bai Ye in front, Ci Song felt an inexplicable confidence when he stood here and faced the students from other academies.

Ci Song took a deep breath, focused his mind and released his talent. Then a golden needle appeared in the palm of Ci Song's hand. Then, under Ci Song's mind, it turned into a golden sword. There were dots of blue light on the sword. This blue light was a trace of "good temptation" talent left in Ci Song's body by Ning Ping'an.

"Scholars from Yan Sheng Academy, Ci Song, I came to ask for advice from the senior brothers in each academy."

"I have waited for so long, my bones are soft, and I can finally make my debut."

A voice reached the ears of everyone present, and then a blue figure appeared on the high platform. Everyone looked and found that the person on the stage was actually the eldest brother of Zigong Academy, Duanmu Qingcang.

"Junior Brother Ci, let me learn your tricks."

After seeing Duanmu Qingcang, Ci Song was stunned for a moment. No, who would fight the BOSS right away?

"Junior Brother Ci, you are a scholar, so I will fight you with the talent of a scholar."

The blue and white talents on Duanmu Qingcang's body rose, interweaving into a dazzling cloud in front of Duanmu Qingcang. The cloud rolled and condensed into a huge blue long sword.

"Junior Brother Ci, please."

Duanmu Qingcang made a gesture, indicating that Ci Song should take the first move.

Ci Song came back to his senses and replied: "In this case, I would rather obey your order."

Then the golden sword in Ci Song's hand instantly turned into a stream of light, slashing towards the blue long sword in Duanmu Qingcang's hand.

"Ding——"

A crisp metal collision sound was heard instantly, and then two figures crossed each other in the air and retreated to their original positions.

In this move, neither of them used their full strength, but just tested each other's strength.

But everyone could see that there was a big gap between Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang. Although the golden long sword Ci Song transformed into was sharp, it seemed a little vulnerable in front of Duanmu Qingcang's blue long sword.

However, Ci Song was not surprised by this result. He was originally a scholar, and there was a difference of several levels between him and Duanmu Qingcang. He was able to fight Duanmu Qingcang head-on without being defeated, which was beyond his expectations.

Then, Ci Song swung his sword again, and the golden long sword in his hand instantly turned into a stream of light, shooting straight at Duanmu Qingcang.

Duanmu Qingcang did not dodge, but swung his sword to meet the attack. The two bright lights met in the air, making a deafening noise.

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