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

"Did Uncle Zhuang figure out a way to crack it?"

Seeing how serious Zhuang Ya said it, Ci Song couldn't help but become nervous. He didn't really believe in things like divination, but in this mysterious and mysterious world, he still had to hear what was going on.

"have."

Zhuang Ya nodded, "As long as the young master does not participate in this battle between heaven and man, the four hexagrams can turn auspicious and resolve this disaster."

"this..."

As soon as this statement came out, several people present, including Zhuang Ya himself, knew that this method was not feasible.

"Uncle Zhuang, is there any other solution?" Ci Song continued to ask.

"Yes, if the young master can break through the Jinshi, three of the four evil hexagrams can be resolved, leaving only the Zeshui trapped hexagram. By paying more attention, this hexagram can be eliminated. If the young master can break through the Jinshi, he can turn the bad luck into good luck."

After hearing this, Ci Song finally understood why Uncle Zhuang was so insistent and wanted to convert himself to Taoism. It turned out to be this reason.

"Zhuang Ya, have you made a miscalculation? The battle between heaven and man is a soul-gathering technique used by Master Mirage Dragon. How could the young master be in danger?" Sun Buxiu asked in confusion.

"I don't know either. My cultivation level is too low. I can only predict good and bad luck, but I can't find out the reasons behind it. However, the hexagrams show that if the young master participates in the battle between heaven and man, he will definitely encounter something unexpected."

Zhuang Ya shook his head, his eyes were a little confused. The hexagrams he had learned these days all pointed to a bad result, which made him very puzzled.

"Ahem, Brother Zhuang, the battle between heaven and man is a feast for all the geniuses in the world. We can't give up such a good training opportunity just because of a hexagram, right?"

Shang Han opened his mouth and said to Zhuang Ya. Although he also knew that what Zhuang Ya said was true, things like hexagrams were not completely accurate. If he missed a good opportunity because of this, it would be more than worth the loss.

"Yes, Uncle Zhuang, I don't want to miss this opportunity."

"Uncle Zhuang, you also said that as long as I can break through the Juren Realm, I can resolve the three evil hexagrams. As long as I am more careful, there should be no problems."

Ci Song also nodded. He was not a timid person. If he really became timid because of a hexagram, then why not just stay at home and be a coward?

"But."

Zhuang Ya wanted to continue to persuade Ci Song, but when he saw Ci Song's firm eyes, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "Okay, young master, since you have made up your mind, we will spend the next time, Help the young master lay a good foundation."

"Thank you Uncle Zhuang."

Ci Song cupped his hands and said, "In addition, Uncle Zhuang, your injury has not fully recovered yet, and you need to be healed as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Zhuang Ya nodded, turned to Sun Buxiu and said: "Buxiu, you should guide the young master's cultivation well, and start teaching him body training from tomorrow. In three months, even if the young master can't break through Juren, he will have to reach eight needles before he can reach the level of talent." above."

"Don't worry, Zhuang Ya, just go back and rest for a while. Listen to the master and don't tell fortunes. Even if the young master is not good at it, his talent is obvious to all. I believe that the young master will be able to turn danger into good." Sun Buxiu replied.

After hearing this, Zhuang Ya nodded, and then his figure turned into a blue light and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Master, we don't have that much time, so we can't choose a time for you to practice alone."

As he spoke, Sun Buxiu raised his hand and waved, four red lights flashed, and a red ring was placed on Ci Song's wrists and ankles.

"Gather."

Just when Ci Song was curious, Sun Buxiu shouted, and the four rings emitted red light at the same time. The red light gathered to form a red armor attached to Ci Song's body. This armor looked a little weird. It looked like armor but not armor, like scales but not scales, but Ci Song, who was wearing this armor, felt as if he was carrying a hundred kilograms of weight. His body suddenly became heavier, and even his breathing became a little unsmooth.

This feeling is similar to the pressure that Ci Song felt at the 700th step when he climbed the Tea Mountain.

"this..."

"Don't touch it, young master. This armor is a treasure specially used for body training by my military strategist. It's called bone-forging armor. It can enhance physical fitness and squeeze the body's potential. However, it is extremely painful after wearing it, and most people cannot bear it."

Sun Buxiu explained, "Master, from today on, you will always wear this armor to fight with us."

Hearing this, Ci Song took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling blood in his body, and asked: "Uncle Sun, are you sure you are not joking? It's difficult for me to even swing my sword now."

"Master, we don't have time. This is the most effective method. Also, although you have the Shuihan Sword, your swordsmanship has too many flaws. Let Shi Yue teach you how to use the sword."

"Okay, let's stop here today. I want to get used to this armor, okay?"

Ci Song took back the Shui Han Sword in his hand. Now he wanted to take a rest. He had not stopped since the divorce from Yan Sheng Academy today.

More importantly, he needs to think about what he wants to learn now and arrange his time reasonably. Now his uncles feel like they are making him fat in one go. He had to learn and absorb everything. He understood the hard work of several uncles, but this also required a plan. He couldn't just do one thing when he thought of it.

"Okay, young master, please get used to it first. We will wait for you here early tomorrow morning."

Sun Buxiu nodded and waved slowly. The red light on Ci Song's body dissipated, and the armor also disappeared. However, the pressure did not disappear with the red light. It was still on Ci Song, but it was relatively reduced.

"Young Master, you should adapt first. We have prepared the herbs needed for the medicinal bath for you. Starting tomorrow, we will conduct formal training for you. I hope you can endure it." Sun Buxiu said bluntly.

"Okay."

. . . . . . . .

When Meng Ruo came to the bamboo forest of Yan Sheng Academy, she saw Ci Qibai and the teacher toasting each other and calling each other brothers, and her husband Yan was sitting opposite them with a silly smile on his face, obviously infected by their words.

When Meng Ruo saw Ci Qibai, who was drunk, she was also shocked. She didn't expect Ci Qibai to come here, and she didn't expect the relationship between the teacher and Ci Qibai to be as cordial as in Confucius Academy.

Meng Ruo smiled slightly, and understood why her husband was so happy. She walked over lightly and bowed to the two of them, saying, "Hello, Master, Brother Ci."

"Haha, Meng girl, you came just in time!" The Master laughed heartily, "I was chatting with my brother Ci about heroes, life philosophy, and the world. Now that you are here, the four of us can just sit at the same table and drink and talk together, how great it is!"

. . . . .