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

"Senior Zhang, you are too kind. Since you want to listen, I will show you my ugliness."

Ci Song smiled slightly, then looked up at the towering royal city. Looking at the scene in front of him, the first thing he thought of was Du Fu, Du Fu's poem "Spring View":

"The country is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain. The city is covered with grass and trees in spring."

"The flowers shed tears when they feel sad, and the birds startle my heart when they say goodbye."

"The war has been going on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold."

"My white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't even wear a hairpin."

Ci Song's voice sounded slowly, and each line of the poem seemed to have a special rhythm, which made people unconsciously immersed in it.

As Ci Song's voice fell, it was already October, when the autumn wind was bleak. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, blowing Ci Song's hair and the corners of his robe.

A faint sobbing sound rang out between heaven and earth, as if even heaven and earth were weeping for this poem.

Zhang Wenlong listened quietly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that Ci Song could write such a poem full of emotion and charm in such a short time.

"Good poem!"

Zhang Wenlong couldn't help but admire. He looked at Ci Song with a little more appreciation, saying: "Ci Xiaoyou is really talented. This poem not only depicts the scene in front of us, but also tells the current predicament of the Great Zhou. It is really wonderful."

"Especially the sentence 'The flowers shed tears when feeling the time, and the birds startle the heart when they hate to leave', which really perfectly blends people's emotions with the scenery, making people feel as if they are in it, and expresses the sadness and helplessness vividly."

"It's really another masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

Zhang Wenlong sighed again. He has lived for more than 400 years and has never heard such exquisite poems.

"It seems that Ci Baijiang still has some complaints about this trip to the Great Zhou."

Yingtian's voice came from behind the two of them. Ci Song turned around and saw that Yingtian had come behind them without knowing when, looking at him with a smile.

"Your Highness has misunderstood. Ci Song has no complaints against the Great Zhou, but he has some feelings." Ci Song shook his head and explained.

"Oh? Really?" Ying Tian looked at Ci Song with a smile, and said, "But this prince also understands that Ci Baijiang is a disciple of Yansheng Academy, and he is naturally stained with some Confucianism. He always likes to lament the general trend of the world and the coldness of the world." At this point, Ying Tian changed the subject and said, "But, has Ci Baijiang ever thought that the general trend of the world is not immutable, but will continue to evolve with the passage of time."

"Now that the Great Zhou has run out of luck, the rise of the seven countries is the destiny of heaven. Why should Ci Baijiang cling to the past instead of following the destiny of heaven?"

"The so-called Confucian scholars always like to preach, and use the so-called five virtues, namely "benevolence", "righteousness", "propriety", "wisdom" and "faith", to restrain the people of the world, but have you ever thought about how many people can really do these five virtues?"

Ci Song did not answer Ying Tian's question.

"In the tens of thousands of years of history of Tianyuan Continent, the only person who can truly achieve the five virtues is Confucius. Today's Confucian scholars are no longer the same as they were in the past. They only stand on the so-called commanding heights and comment on the world, but when they are really needed to do something, they are timid and hesitant, and finally hide behind the so-called academy. What is the difference between them and termites?"

Yingtian's words were extremely impolite, and it can be said that he scolded the Confucian scholars to the point of being completely exhausted.

Facing Yingtian's words, Ci Song did not refute too much. After all, he knew that Yingtian followed the real Legalist doctrine, which was completely different from the Confucian concept. There was no need for him to argue with him, and he did not have the time.

But there are some things that Ci Song still wants to say, "Your Highness, what you said is naturally reasonable, but has your Highness ever thought about what the current situation of Tianyuan Continent would be like if the students and teachers of the five Confucian academies really participated in the world hegemony?"

"Although this prince has not been to the five Confucian academies, I also know something. The teachers in those academies are all self-righteous. They disdain to participate in secular disputes, and even more disdain to associate with vulgar people."

Ying Tian sneered and said, "But has General Ci ever thought that it is precisely because of their nobleness that other schools have so many complaints about it now."

"Confucianism emphasizes benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in this chaotic world, how much is benevolence, righteousness and morality worth? Can it feed people? Can it keep people alive?"

"If Confucianism really wants to save the people, it should abandon those so-called nobleness, truly participate in the world hegemony, and use their wisdom and strength to change the world."

Speaking of this, Ying Tian looked at Ci Song, wanting to understand Ci Song's attitude.

Ci Song just smiled indifferently, looked into Ying Tian's eyes, and said: "Then, Prince, have you ever thought that if Confucianism really chooses to come out, there will be many semi-saints and literary masters everywhere. Who will be the real ruler of Tianyuan Continent?"

"This prince thinks he is not inferior to others. Even if they really come out, there will be a place for this prince in the future." Ying Tian frowned and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Ci Song laughed out loud, "Your Highness's confidence, Ci Song admires it."

Ci Song looked at Ying Tian and said softly: "Your Highness, how strong do you think my father is?"

"At the top of Tianyuan, his strength is naturally unfathomable." Ying Tian answered without hesitation.

"Then, Your Highness, do you know why my father chose to fight for Daliang back then?" Ci Song asked back.

"This...he wants to inherit the position of General Ci and do his part for Daliang." Yingtian replied after thinking for a moment.

After hearing this answer, Ci Song finally understood that this prince did not understand how terrifying the true strength of Confucianism was, and he was still looking at Confucianism from a secular perspective.

"Your Highness, let me tell you a story."

Seeing Ci Song suddenly change the topic, Yingtian was a little surprised, but he still nodded.

"There is an ancient well in the General's Mansion. There are some water frogs at the bottom of the well. The water frogs peek through the well mouth all day long, thinking that the sky is the size of the well mouth, but they don't know that there is another world beyond the sky."

"It wasn't until one day when a water frog jumped out of the ancient well that it discovered that the world was much bigger than it had imagined."

When Ci Song said this, he looked at Yingtian and said: "His Royal Highness, what do you think the water frog that jumped out of the ancient well would think of the water frogs still in the well?"

When Yingtian heard this, he frowned and remained silent.

"Your Highness, you may think that your talent is the best among your peers, but in this troubled world, there are as many real geniuses as stars, and you are just one of them."

Ci Song's words made Ying Tian a little displeased. He frowned and said, "Ci Baijiang, are you looking down on my prince?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has misunderstood. Ci Song did not mean this."

Ci Song shook his head, then raised his finger to the sky and said, "Your Highness, if you fight against them, what are your chances of winning?"

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