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

"You..." The fake Ci Song was so angry that Ci Song was speechless for a moment, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

"Okay, brother Ci Song, there is no need to be angry."

Mo Yao stepped forward and stopped the fight between the two. Then Mo Yao and Ci Song looked deeply at each other, then shook their heads slightly, indicating that it was not the time for Ci Song to fall out.

The reason why Ci Song deliberately clashed with the fake Ci Song was to test, because there were too many doubts about Ci Song. He owned another Shui Han Sword and could recite his own poems, but he had just interacted with Ci Song. When four students from Zilu Academy fought against each other, his swordsmanship was very immature, and he defeated them entirely by relying on the power of Shui Han Sword and Zhan Shi.

He has the memory of his childhood encounter with Mo Yao, but he has no knowledge of the music score in Mo Yao's hand. This is what makes Ci Song most confused. Moreover, he actually let go of the students from Zilu Academy who came to deliberately stir up trouble, but he was angry at himself for killing them.

In the eyes of Ci Song himself, this fake Ci Song looked a bit like him three months ago. He didn't know how to advance or retreat, and he didn't know what was good or bad. He still retained this so-called "kindness" in his heart when facing someone who wanted to kill him.

"Do you know why I wanted to kill those four students from Zilu Academy?" Ci Song looked up at the fake Ci Song and said.

"Why?" The fake Ci Song was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what Ci Song meant.

"Because this is the rule of the battle between heaven and man. Only by killing and eliminating the opponent can you stay on the field. The jungle of the jungle, the winner is king, and the loser can only become a corpse. This is a life-and-death battle, there is no middle ground, no Compromise and give in.”

Ci Song's words shocked the people around him. They did not expect that this Taoist disciple would tell the cruel truth of the war between heaven and man so straightforwardly. On this battlefield, only the strongest beings can survive, and everyone else can only become a stepping stone.

The fake Ci Song was silent for a moment, with a firm look in his eyes, "I understand your reasoning, but I will still fight in my own way. I will not kill easily, but I will not let anyone trample on me at will. dignity."

The fake Ci Song's answer shocked Ci Song himself, because he had said similar things to others before, but after careful guidance from Shi Yue, Gongsun Cuo and others, Ci Song understood how naive his previous thoughts were.

"I don't object to your reasoning, but you have to understand that sometimes this world is not as beautiful as you think. Some people will do anything for their own interests, and even hurt innocent people. If you blindly give in and compromise, then you It will only hurt more people.”

Ci Song's words made the fake Ci Song speechless for a moment. It was obvious that he hadn't figured out the answer to this question yet. People around him were also thinking secretly in their hearts, maybe there is no single answer to this question, and they can only make the most suitable choice according to different situations.

Mo Yao stepped forward and gently pulled the sleeve of the fake Ci Song, signaling him not to continue this topic.

Fake Ci Song nodded slightly and did not continue.

As for Ci Song himself, he smiled contemptuously and said: "I don't want to argue with you about these things, Xiaodao. Human beings follow the earth, earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and Tao follows nature. Tao follows all things. Tao produces one, one gives birth to two, and two gives birth to three. Three living things, all things carry yin and hold yang, and they are harmonious. What people hate, I will hate, and what people like, I will also like. One drink and one peck are not predetermined, just like the number of heaven and earth. ?"

"The battle between heaven and man is like a big dream. You and I are just pawns in the dream."

Ci Song's words shocked the people around him, and they became more and more curious about who this Taoist disciple was.

"Humph, in the final analysis, you are just talking nonsense here in the name of Taoism. What big dreams, what rules of the world, what do these have to do with me? I only know that I will fight in my own way. Fight for your own future. Yao'er, let's go to Kong Sheng's blessed land, which has the most orthodox Confucianism and Taoism. This Immortal's Mansion is not suitable for us. "

The fake Ci Song obviously didn't agree with Ci Song's point of view. He sneered and turned around to leave.

"Brother Ci Song."

Mo Yao did not chase him out, he just shouted silently, then took a deep look at Ci Song himself, and then left here, and left the Immortal Mansion with Beiyuan pretending to be Ci Song.

"It's really strange. Where did this word Song come from? Even if it's a disguise, it's too comprehensive. It's almost like me before?"

Ci Song was very puzzled, but since Mo Yao didn't choose to expose it and definitely wanted to explore his true identity, he ignored it.

He was not afraid that pretending to be Ci Song would hurt Mo Yao, because he had fought with Mo Yao before, and even if he tried his best, he could only draw with Mo Yao.

At this moment, several strange sounds reached Ci Song's ears, and then the ground of the square was covered by a huge shadow. The students present looked up and saw a giant hanging in the sky. Dragon, and the appearance of this giant dragon is extremely strange. It is actually made of metal and wood. The dragon's eyes are lifeless, and it is obviously a dead thing. However, it hovers in the sky, which gives people an extremely shocking feeling. visual impact.

"The Mohist students have arrived."

All the students present understand that except for the Mohist machine skills, who can create such a unique machine beast?

Fifteen figures jumped off the giant dragon, and then the dragon in the sky began to shrink, and finally turned into an exquisite machine box.

Fifteen people landed, and the leader was a man in black clothes. He had a handsome face, sharp eyes, and black hair tied casually behind his head, which added a bit of unrestrained and uninhibited. He stood with his hands behind his back, and a strong aura instantly spread out. His cultivation seemed to have reached the level of Jinshi. He raised his hand and waved, and put away the mechanism box.

The fourteen disciples following behind him also looked smart and capable. Although their clothes were different, they were all black, obviously they were all direct disciples of the Mo family.

"This is the Immortal's Mansion."

The leader looked around at the students in the square and smiled: "I didn't expect so many people to come to the Immortal's Mansion this time. I would have gone to the Taoist Pavilion to compete with the Taoist disciples."

"Mo Lin, a disciple of the Mo family, greets all the students." The leader directly introduced his identity to everyone present.

Mo Lin's arrival made everyone present a little nervous, but everyone returned the greetings one by one. After all, Mohist disciples have a very good reputation in literature and are truly "benevolent". They are famous for their mechanical skills and have always implemented the idea of ​​"universal love and non-aggression". Their achievements in literature are also extremely outstanding. It can be said that although the number of Mohist disciples is small, every one of them is respected.

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