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

The speaker was Ning Pingping, who was sitting in the main seat. As soon as his words fell, everyone present fell into silence.

"Student Ci Song has met all of you gentlemen." Ci Song saluted everyone present.

Hearing this, everyone just nodded without much response.

Everyone remained silent, Ci Song didn't know what to say, and those gentlemen just sat quietly on their chairs, saying nothing.

There was an eerie silence in the hall.

"Ahem, since everyone is speechless, let me offer some advice." Ning Ping'an broke the silence, and for a moment, all eyes in the hall were focused on him.

"Have you dabbled in Song poetry, the Four Books, and the Five Classics?" Ning Ping'an said.

As soon as this statement came out, Ci Song was slightly stunned. Although he was very interested in traditional culture, most of it was concentrated in ancient poetry. As for the "Four Books" and "Five Classics", Ci Song only knew a little bit.

Didn't get into it in depth. Ci Song thought for a moment and said slowly: "The student is ashamed. He has only read a few of the 'Four Books' and the 'Five Classics' and is not proficient in them."

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into silence again.

All the gentlemen were stunned. They did not expect Ci Song to answer like this. You must know that the "Four Books" and "Five Classics" are Confucian classics, which every Confucian student must study. Ci Song's answer directly admitted that he was not proficient, which was extremely difficult to accept among Confucian students.

"The student is dull and only has some talent in poetry."

"Huh, Yelang is so arrogant that he doesn't even read the books of saints and yet he still dares to talk about poetry? He simply doesn't know how high the world is."

"Yes, with such qualifications, you also want to become our direct disciple?"

"I think his coming here is an insult to the saints!"

After hearing Ci Song's answer, some gentlemen became dissatisfied and began to cynicize.

"You are the son of Ci Qibai, so it is understandable that you have talent in poetry. Do you know how many times he read the book of saints before he showed his talent in poetry?" Ning Ping'an said slowly.

Ning Ping'an's words caused everyone present to fall into silence again, because their silence was all because of the huge shadow that had been weighing on their hearts like a mountain - Ci Qibai.

"The student is just a playboy. There is a big gap between him and his father, and he cannot be compared with him." Ci Song said.

"Then do you know how much hardship your father has put in and how much sweat he has shed in order to achieve success in poetry?" Ning Ping'an continued.

Hearing this, Ci Song was silent. Although he knew that his father had a very high level of achievement in poetry, he did not know how much effort his father had put in to achieve this point.

"You don't have to be silent. You should know that your father's achievements in poetry were not accidental, but were achieved through his unremitting efforts and persistence." Ning Ping'an said.

“Students understand.”

"Well, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, it is knowing. The fact that you can answer my question honestly today means that you are sincere enough." A faint smile appeared on Ning Ping'an's face.

"Thank you sir for your guidance." Ci Song said with cupped hands.

"Mr. Ning, are you too partial to this child? Even if he is that person's son, a person who cannot even read and recite the 'Four Books' and the 'Five Classics' is not qualified to be accepted by us as a true successor.

A middle-aged man who looked to be forty years old spoke slowly. He was wearing a dark gray Confucian robe, with a stern face, and a sharp light flashing in his eyes, as if to pierce people's hearts.

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an slowly raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and said lightly: "Mr. Yi, I am not biased towards him, I am just seeking truth from facts."

"Mr. Ning, do you really think that a dandy who is 12 years old, can't even read the books of sages, and is only a little talented in poetry, can have high enough achievements in the future?"

"this..."

Ning Ping'an fell into silence. He had no way to refute what Mr. Yi said, because Ci Song's reputation was indeed not very good. Although he was amazed by Ci Song's talent, Mr. Yi's words were also true.

"Ci Song, you are just a dandy who relies on the shadow of your father's generation. Being able to enter Yan Sheng Academy is already a kindness to you. Otherwise, how could a person like you who has done all kinds of evil be allowed to do so?"

Enter this kind of school? "Mr. Yi looked very unhappy, his tone full of endless ridicule.

Hearing this, Ci Song just stood there quietly. Although he acted calmly, his heart was filled with endless anger. He accepted the test with a humble attitude, but he did not expect to be looked down upon so much.

"Mr. Yi, you can't say that. After all, Ci Song is still young and there is still a long way to go in the future." Ningping said calmly.

"Ning Ping'an, what are you talking about? Have you forgotten how his father treated Yan Sheng Academy? His father is just a sinner. If he hadn't helped Daliang to resolve the crisis, he would have been called the 'human massacre' , people now recognize him as an out-and-out sinner," Mr. Yi said disdainfully.

"That's enough." Ci Song directly interrupted Mr. Yi and looked at the mean man in front of him coldly.

He has no merits, but he hates others insulting his relatives. If you insult me, I can laugh it off, but if you insult my relatives, I will make you pay the price.

"Who are you? How dare you talk to me like this?" Mr. Yi was also displeased by Ci Song's sudden interruption, looking at Ci Song as if he was a waste.

"Although I am not a saint, I will at least talk about the matter. Today, Ci Song is here just to become a direct disciple of all the teachers, and I will not discuss other people's life experiences like some people do." Ci Song said lightly.

"You..." Mr. Yi was so angry that he couldn't speak. He snorted coldly and looked at Ning Ping'an and said, "Ning Ping'an, do you really think that everyone will accept such an arrogant person as one of our true disciples?" Hearing this, Ning Ping'an was silent for a while, and did not answer immediately, but was thinking about something.

"For such an arrogant person, even if he becomes our direct disciple, when will he be able to write and become a real literati?" Mr. Yi continued to mock.

Ci Song sneered and said, "You don't need to worry about this. Ci Song is not talented. A few days ago, I just used poetry to write and achieved the state of enlightenment."

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