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

The original site of Fenglinzhou is in the center of the West Sea, covering an area of ​​1,500 miles. The island is surrounded by weak water on all sides, so that even a feather cannot float on it and cannot be crossed. There are many phoenixes and unicorns on the island, tens of thousands of them in groups. There are also mountains, rivers, ponds, hundreds of magical medicines, and many immortals.

This also means that there are various opportunities on this Fenglinzhou.

Ci Song did not choose to look for those low-level ink treasures first, but continued to head north. Along the way, Ci Song saw many students rushing to the secret realm, but Ci Song did not stay for too long, but continued on his way. The battle between heaven and man is a battle of opportunity. The real opportunity is not those low-level ink treasures, but the seedlings of Dao fruit. As long as you have the seedlings of Dao fruit, you will have more hope of being promoted to a semi-saint.

"I don't know how Mo Yao is doing now. Is she in any danger?"

Thinking of Mo Yao, Ci Song couldn't help but feel a little worried. He and Mo Yao had agreed to meet in the immortal mansion in Fenglinzhou, and he didn't know where she was now.

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much, let's hurry up and get on the road now."

Ci Song shook his head, threw these thoughts out of his mind, and continued to walk towards the north.

At this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed directly in front of Ci Song. This was a young man wearing a white robe with bright silver armor. He held a silver spear in his hand, and a strong aura emanated from the spear.

The white-robed young man took out a scroll from somewhere, compared it, and then looked at Ci Song coldly, and asked in a bad tone, "Are you Ci Song?"

"Who are you?"

Ci Song looked at the white-robed young man in front of him and became alert. He could feel that the aura of this white-robed young man was very strong, far more than the Qin scholar he met before.

"I am Li Mo, a disciple of the military strategist. Someone has issued a bounty for you in my Military Saint Pavilion. I came here today to take your life."

The white-robed young man sneered at the corner of his mouth, and the silver spear in his hand instantly turned into a stream of light and pierced Ci Song directly.

The speed of this shot was like lightning, and there was no way to dodge it.

Feeling the danger to his life, Ci Song did not panic, but directly swung out the Shuihan Sword in his hand, colliding with the silver spear.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the air wave rolled, and the powerful impact made Ci Song's figure fly backwards instantly and hit the boulder beside him.

"Cough cough."

Ci Song coughed twice, stretched out his left hand and waved the dust. Li Mo's attack did not cause any harm to Ci Song. The reason why he coughed was that the dust produced by his collision with the boulder made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Is this the strength of the Confucian disciples? It's really not good."

Li Mo sneered, and the silver spear in his hand turned into a stream of light again, rushing towards Ci Song.

This time, Ci Song did not fight with the white-robed youth head-on, but his body instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the white-robed youth.

"Clang!"

The long sword drew a cold arc and slashed directly at the neck of the white-robed youth.

A trace of surprise flashed in Li Mo's eyes. He didn't expect Ci Song's speed to be so fast, but his reaction speed was faster. His body moved sideways a little and dodged the sword.

"Interesting."

The silver spear in Li Mo's hand turned into a stream of light again. This time he didn't give Ci Song a chance and stabbed Ci Song's chest with a spear.

Feeling the sharpness of this spear, Ci Song knew that if he just treated it with a mentality of sparring, he might really be killed by the young man in white robe.

"The world is eclipsed!"

A cold voice sounded behind Li Mo. The next moment, his body instantly stiffened in place, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

"Aren't you a Confucian disciple? How can you know the Taoist method?" Li Mo asked the same question as Qin Shusheng.

"These are not what you should know."

Facing the person who came with bad intentions, Ci Song had no reason to let him go. The long sword in his hand instantly turned into a stream of light and directly pierced the heart of the young man in white robe.

"You..."

The young man in white robe looked at Ci Song unwillingly. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of a Confucian disciple, and the other party also used a Taoist method.

"I have no reason to hold back against the enemy."

Ci Song's cold voice sounded, and the next moment, he directly pulled out the long sword in his hand, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

"Although I don't know what the Military Saint Pavilion you are talking about is, I know that as long as I kill all those who want to claim the reward, the so-called reward will truly become a real 'reward'."

As he said, Ci Song directly cut off the head of the military student in front of him, and the body of the young man in white robe slowly fell, but his head flew to the ground not far away.

After doing all this, Ci Song turned around and prepared to continue walking towards the north.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Boy, you killed Li Mo, have you thought about the consequences?"

Ci Song's figure stiffened for a moment, then slowly turned around, and saw a young man in a black Taoist robe appeared behind him at some point. The man was very handsome, but his face was very pale and looked very sick.

"Who are you?"

Ci Song looked at the black-robed man in front of him warily. He could feel that the aura of the black-robed man was very strong, much stronger than the white-robed young man before.

The man in black Taoist robe looked at Ci Song quietly and sneered: "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that what you are using is the secret skill of my Taoist school. Ci Song, where did you learn it? Tell it like it is." !”

"What's more, you are now wanted by various schools of thought. Apart from the famous scholar who was a poet many years ago, you are the only scholar who has such a blessing."

As the man in Taoist robes released his pure black talent, he looked at Ci Song with a greedy look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

"As long as you are eliminated, you will get a great Confucian calligraphy treasure. I am very confused. I don't know how a small scholar is worthy of a great Confucian calligraphy treasure. I originally thought it was a cheap deal for others, but I didn't expect that you, a scholar, would Being able to kill Li Mo easily within three moves is something even I can't achieve."

After hearing this, Ci Song frowned slightly and murmured in his heart: "It seems that there are really many people who want to harm me, but if such a reward order can be spread among various schools of thought, I must be sure

He is a person of high authority, otherwise, they would not have the energy and financial resources to support him in doing such a thing. "

"Boy, I don't care where you come from. If you learn my Taoist skills without authorization, I should fight you. Today I will show you what the true eclipse of heaven and earth means."

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