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

"Song'er, you don't need to be under too much pressure. You are still young and have unlimited possibilities. These principles I mentioned were only realized in your forties. It is still too early to tell you these things now." Ci. Qi Bai smiled and touched Ci Song's head, and said softly: "You have finally returned from training. Don't go back to the academy these days. Just rest at home."

Ci Song nodded, bowed his hands to everyone present, and then exited the hall.

"Song'er still needs experience." Looking at Ci Song's leaving figure, Ci Qibai sighed and shook his head.

"The young master still has three months to reach his prime. Master, please don't put too much pressure on the young master." Shi Yue on the side interjected.

"He has at least realized the cruelty of worldly disputes and the responsibilities and responsibilities of a scholar. This is already very good."

Shang Han also added: "What's more, the young master's talent is there. Given time, he will become a great talent."

"Where did that little girl Zhuang Diemeng go? Why didn't you see him during the dinner?" Ci Qibai asked.

"That little girl is pestering the old Taoist priest to learn Zhuang Sheng's free mind method. The old Taoist priest has been helpless by her and is now teaching her the mind method in the back mountain." Shi Yue said with a smile.

"This is a good thing. Ever since Zhuang Ya left Taoism, Zhuang Sheng's lineage has been considered extinct. In order to ensure the existence of this inheritance, the old Taoist Lord specially asked this little girl to change her surname to Zhuang. Now if she learns the method of free mind, Zhuang Sheng The lineage can be considered truly passed down." Ci Qibai had a slight smile on his face, but it quickly faded away.

"By the way, sir, there is one more thing, I don't know whether to say it or not." Shi Yue suddenly thought of something and spoke hesitantly.

"But it doesn't matter."

"Who is this little girl Zhuang Diemeng? Why did Mr. Gongsun dote on her so much after seeing her?"

Hearing this, Ci Qibai sighed slightly and said, "Speaking of which, this little girl and the little Taoist Taoist master are all descendants of Mr. Ning."

"A descendant of Mr. Ning?"

When everyone present heard this, their faces were full of shock. Mr. Ning was not married all his life, how could he have any descendants?

"Yes, Mr. Ning's descendants."

Ci Qibai nodded and said softly: "Not many people know about this matter. I also heard the wrong uncle mention it by chance. Mr. Ning had a fiancée before he entered the Ghost Valley of Yunmeng Mountain to become a disciple. The two of them got along well and had a son and a daughter. Later, due to family rules, it was already fifty years before Mr. Ning came out. "

"Fifty years, to literati, is nothing at all, but to ordinary people, it is a vicissitudes of life. The years have changed. Mr. Ning's fiancée has long been turned into a pile of loess, and his children have also He grew up and even had grandchildren.”

"After Mr. Ning learned about this, he was heartbroken. He missed the reunion with his fiancée and the growing years of his children. This matter has become a knot in his heart that can never be untied."

"Later, due to some personal reasons of Mr. Ning, he left Tianyuan Continent. When he returned, his children were no longer alive. And he also completely lost news about his descendants."

"It wasn't until more than twenty years ago that Mr. Ning found his descendant, a woman. Although the blood between her and Mr. Ning was extremely thin, Mr. Ning still tried his best to help her. It was at the time of war, and Ning The husband then sent her and her husband to the Taoist house to avoid the harm of the war, and then Mr. Ning went to Tianguan again. "

"Later, Zhuang Diemeng's mother passed away after giving birth to Zhuang Diemeng, and her husband subsequently suffered from lovesickness, and died with Zhuang Diemeng's mother the next year."

"After Mr. Ning learned about this, he originally thought about severing the blood relationship. After all, most Taoists choose to practice in seclusion. Mr. Ning basically had no chance to meet these two children. Until now A few days ago, Mr. Ning took Song Er out for a trip and met Zhuang Diemeng. Zhuang Diemeng's appearance was very similar to Mr. Ning's daughter when she was a child, so Mr. Ning chose to keep her by his side. "

"This matter is Mr. Ning's private matter, so not many people know about it. I also heard the wrong uncle mention it by chance."

"I see."

After hearing this, everyone present suddenly realized that it turned out that Zhuang Diemeng and Xiao Daojun Dao Ziling were both descendants of Mr. Ning.

"As long as you know about this matter, don't make it public."

Ci Qibai exhorted: "Mr. Ning has acted magnanimously throughout his life. He has a clear conscience no matter what he does to anyone or anything, but he says that he is a failed husband and a failed father."

"Yes, sir."

Shi Yue and Shang Han nodded. They naturally knew the stakes in this matter and would never make it public.

"Zhuang Diemeng, this little girl, is extremely talented. In time, she may not be able to become one of the new generation leaders of Taoism. His brother Dao Ziling has now begun to show his prowess. Perhaps these two children can truly relieve Mr. Ning's worries in the future. ." Ci Qibai said softly.

. . . . .

In the depths of the sky, the magnificence of Bai Yujing is particularly conspicuous. This mysterious city is like a bright pearl embedded in the endless sea of ​​stars. In the heart of Bai Yujing, in the center of the main hall of the First Master's Hall, there are hundreds of towering statues.

Each of these statues exudes a soaring talent, as if it has life, flashing a mysterious and dazzling light in the Master's Hall. They are not simple stone sculptures, but powerful men who once left a great reputation in the Tianyuan Continent. Part of their souls and talents are permanently solidified in these statues.

Each statue day. These words are like witnesses of history, quietly telling the past glory and honor.

These statues are all the most dazzling saints in the Tianyuan Continent. Among them, there are Confucius, Meng Sheng and Xun Sheng, who are Confucianists who use the six arts into ink. There is also Sun Sheng, a military saint who uses soldiers into ink. His sculptures emit a light red light like a raging fire, burning with endless enthusiasm. There is also the only saint of the Yin-Yang School, and also the founder of the Yin-Yang School, Zou Yan, Zou Sheng.

"Teacher, my disciple has been a saint for many years, why haven't you come to pick up my disciple yet?"

I saw a man in gorgeous clothes half-kneeling in front of the statue in the middle, his tone full of confusion and grief.

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