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

The Master slowly stood up and stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at the bright moonlight outside the window and said lightly: "I just want to ask, have you ever come into contact with the forces behind your father?"

Yingyu's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his hands were clutching his thighs tightly. He knew that the question the master asked was by no means a trivial matter. There were too many things involved behind it. "Master, I promise that since I succeeded to the throne, I have never had any contact with the forces behind the imperial court."

"hope so."

After saying that, the master turned around and walked out of the study. Yingyu looked at his master's leaving figure, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He didn't know why Master Dao asked these questions, but he understood that Master was a legend in the literary world and the pillar of the entire Tianyuan Continent. Every move he made might affect the future of the continent.

Just when the master was about to walk out of the study, he stopped again, turned around and looked at Ying Yu and said: "There is one more thing I want to tell you. If the forces behind your father find you again, I hope you will not reveal it. Please inform me of our conversation today and I will handle the rest.”

After saying that, the master turned around and left again, leaving Yingyu alone in the study. It wasn't until the master's figure completely disappeared from the study that Yingyu came back to his senses. He looked at the empty study, but his heart couldn't calm down. .

He didn't know what the relationship between Daozi and Ci Qibai was, nor what grudges there were between them.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that the most important thing now was to protect himself and not let anyone know about the conversation between him and his master.

As for the complicated conflict between forces behind the scenes, as the king of the Liang Kingdom, he would naturally not take the initiative to provoke it. Yingyu sat in the study with mixed feelings in his heart. He recalled everything that happened when his father was in power, and then thought of the Master's words. He had a faint feeling in his heart that the interior of Daliang Kingdom might not be as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.

He knew very well that the power of the literary world was unfathomable, and they, as secular people, could not afford to offend them.

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In the early morning of the next day, Ci Qibai left early at the Ci Family General's Mansion. Before leaving, he told Gongsun Cuo to protect Ci Song.

Gongsun Cuo nodded respectfully and agreed. After sending Ci Qi Bai away, Gongsun Cuo came to the martial arts field and looked at Ci Song who was competing with Shi Yue on swordsmanship.

The two people on the martial arts stage did not use any talents, but simply competed in sword skills. However, Ci Song used the Shui Han Sword, while Shi Yue used the most ordinary iron sword.

Although the iron sword in Shi Yue's hand was ordinary, every blow carried a sharp sword intent. It collided with Ci Song's Shui Han sword, making a crisp metal collision sound.

Gongsun Cuo stood aside quietly and watched the two fighting. He found that Ci Song was in a strange state when using the sword. Every time he used the sword, he hesitated, as if something was restraining him. .

Gongsun Cuo frowned and was a little confused. He could see that Ci Song's talent in swordsmanship was not low, but why was he always restrained in actual combat and unable to let go?

He observed for a long time and finally discovered the problem. It turned out that whenever Ci Song drew his sword, he would deliberately reduce the strength of his sword swing, as if he was afraid that his talent would hurt the opponent.

Gongsun Cuo sighed secretly in his heart. He knew that this was a sign of Ci Song's kindness and unwillingness to hurt others. But such a mentality is fatal on the battlefield of life and death.

"The main reason is that the young master has never killed anyone. If the swordsman has not considered life and death, the sword in his hand will naturally not be able to exert its full power."

Gongsun Cuo knew in his heart that if he wanted Ci Song to become truly powerful, he must let him see the true face of the world and let him understand that on the battlefield, you will either die or I will live.

"It's just that the young master's character does have some flaws. He is not ruthless enough in dealing with others, and he is not clean enough in doing things."

Gongsun Cuo internally commented on Song Lai, "Perhaps it is because he has been dormant for a long time, and since he has had enough food and clothing since childhood, the young master's temperament is not as straightforward as the master's. He still needs experience."

Gongsun Cuo couldn't help but think of Ci Qibai's demeanor back then. Unlike Ci Song, Ci Qibai grew up beside himself and Ning Ping'an. His swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, and every shot was fatal. He is well aware of the cruelty of the world and understands that between life and death, only ruthlessness can survive.

"Ding!"

There was just a sound of metal collision, and the Shui Han Sword in Ci Song's hand was thrown out again. The iron sword in Shi Yue's hand was pressed against Ci Song's throat. If it had entered a few more points, it would have cut his throat.

"Master, why is your performance today not as good as yesterday?"

Shi Yue frowned slightly and looked at Ci Song in confusion. Yesterday afternoon, the injured Ci Song's strength when he fought against him far exceeded his performance today.

"When swordsmen fight, if they hesitate and restrain their hands, they will definitely fall into a disadvantage."

Shi Yue put away the iron sword in her hand, looked at Ci Song and said, "If you, young master, can't let go of your hands and feet, then I'm afraid it will be difficult to use your full strength when facing the real enemy."

"The key is that I can't be cruel to you." Ci Song helplessly picked up the Shui Han Sword beside him.

"Master, you are wrong to do this. As a swordsman, there is no sword in your heart and no sword in your hand. How is that different from ordinary people?"

Shi Yue looked at Ci Song and said earnestly: "Master, if you want to become a true swordsman, you must face your inner demons and exert your full strength when facing the people you fight with. A swordsman must not be soft-hearted."

Shi Yue's words made Ci Song fall into deep thought. He held the Shuihan Sword in his hand, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions.

He knew that what Shi Yue said was right, but he himself had not completely changed his mind. After all, before he traveled through time, he was just an ordinary student who ate, drank, and played every day. Suddenly, he began to change and asked him to kill people. At present, Ci Song could not do it.

Shi Yue was silent for a moment, then sighed, "It seems that what Mr. Ning said about taking the young master out to travel is right. Seeing more of the cruel world outside will also be beneficial to the young master's growth."

"Young master, let's continue."

Just as the two of them were ready, Feng Guang came to the martial arts field in a hurry and said to Gongsun Cuo, "Mr. Gongsun, the Taiwei Mansion is here to ask for someone."

"Ask for someone? Does that kid Mo Yun really want to break up with my general's mansion? No!"

Gongsun Cuo frowned slightly and was about to refuse, but Feng Guang said again, "Mr. Gongsun, it's not Mo Yun, it's the ancestor of the Taiwei Mansion, Mo Feng, who came here in person this time."

"That old guy actually came out of retreat?"

Gongsun Cuo was slightly stunned. He remembered that Mo Feng was now more than 900 years old, 200 years older than Gongsun Cuo. As a literary master, he had basically reached the end of his cultivation. In the past few years, it was rumored that Mo Feng was going to be in retreat. How come he suddenly showed up again?

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