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

When Ci Song's words fell, he directly aroused the rebuttal of all the literati present.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant, my son Da Chu is not someone to be bullied easily!"

"That's right, Brother Si Xian was defeated by you because of his carelessness. Do you think you are really invincible?"

"It's just relying on the physical strength. What's so great about it?"

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Facing everyone's rebuttal, Ci Song just smiled and said, "Who else wants to challenge? Just come up."

Ci Song looked around at the literati present and said lightly.

But everyone present remained silent, and literati from various countries began to communicate with each other.

On the Wei side, Wei Du, the Crown Prince of Wei, asked the young man standing next to him, "Senior Zhang, you are a student of Yan Sheng Academy, and your cultivation level has reached the level of Jinshi. Are you confident of defeating the madman on the stage?"

Hearing this, the student Zhang showed a wry smile. He turned to look at Wei Du, cupped his hands and said, "His Royal Highness, do you know who the person on the stage is?"

"He looks familiar, but I can't remember his identity at the moment." Wei Du replied.

"This person is a direct descendant of Mr. Ning from Yan Sheng Academy. He is ranked second on the list of heavenly beings and is hailed by the dean as a 'rarely encountered' poetic genius. He is a poet in the Song Dynasty and a junior fellow in poetry." Zhang replied.

Hearing this, Wei Du's face showed a look of shock, "He is Ci Song?!"

"It is undoubtedly Junior Brother Ci. I was lucky enough to have met Junior Brother Ci before." Zhang Xuezi replied.

"Xuezi Zhang has unparalleled fighting power. He is the leader of young literati in our country of Wei. Even if he is famous for his poetry in Song Dynasty, he is not invincible, right?"

Although the capital of Wei was amazed by Ci Song's identity, in his opinion, Ci Song's fame was far greater than his strength. After all, Zhang Xuezi from Wei State was not an ordinary person. He attended the Youth Literary Conference held in Wei State In the competition, he crushed and won the first place with an extremely powerful attitude.

However, Zhang Xuezi shook his head and said: "His Royal Highness, you don't know something. Junior Brother Ci's strength is unfathomable. Take the Heavenly Man Ranking as an example. At that time, I was not even in the top 100 of the Heavenly Man Ranking, and Ci Junior brother is ranked second in the rankings, and what junior brother Ci Song is really good at has not been shown yet. "

"What you're best at?"

When Wei Du heard this, he immediately fell into silence. He originally thought that Zhang Xuezi could defeat Ci Song and teach the arrogant Ci Song a lesson, but he didn't expect that even Zhang Xuezi was not sure.

Literati from other countries were also communicating through messages, and Ci Song also followed the trend and observed that he also found many familiar faces in the other five countries except South Korea. They were all students from Yan Sheng Academy.

These students had all heard of the name Ci Song when they were at Yan Sheng Academy. After all, it was their first time to participate in the Battle of Heaven and Man, and they still won the second place in the Heaven and Human Ranking as a scholar, which is enough to be called unprecedented. There is no one to come after him, so they have a deep understanding of the strength of Ci Song Dynasty.

When they saw Ci Song standing on the ring for the first time, they were extremely shocked. They also understood that the qualification for Dragon Tomb this time might have been taken by Daliang.

Of course, there are not many students in Neiyan Holy Academy in various countries, and they are relatively arrogant and unwilling to talk to secular literati. Therefore, even if they recognize Ci and Song, they will not tell others unless Only when someone like Zhang Xuezi is asked to come on stage by the royal family will he tell the truth. While they were discussing, Ci Song on the stage suddenly spoke: "Everyone, if no one else comes up, this stage will be mine."

On the other side of the Qi camp, a young man wearing a brown Confucian robe walked out. He cupped his hands towards Ci Song and said, "I am Kong Ping, a student of the Boyu Lecture Hall of Qi State. I am here to ask Brother Ci for advice."

When Ci Song heard this, he immediately became interested: "He is actually a student of Boyu Lecture Hall? Disrespectful."

Although he has never been to Qi State, he still has some knowledge about Boyu Lecture Hall. This lecture hall was founded by Kong Li, the son of Kong Sheng. The name Boyu is taken from the word Kong Li. Boyu Lecture Hall is a prominent figure in Confucianism. Its status is also very high. It is the best Confucian lecture hall except the first hall and the four courtyards.

Kong Ping walked up to the ring, bowed his hands to Ci Song, and then took out a light blue bamboo slip from his sleeve. There was a faint green light flowing on the bamboo slip, and he knew at a glance that it was not ordinary.

"This is the calligraphy work of a literary master that has been passed down for thousands of years in our Boyu Lecture Hall, the Qingyu Slip. Brother Ci, please handle it with caution."

Kong Ping spoke calmly, and then he held the herring slip with both hands. A strong literary aura emanated from the herring slip. Then Kong Ping's whole person seemed to be integrated into the herring slip. His figure gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared. He made a cyan figure, holding a long sword, standing in the air, looking like a sword fairy.

"This is... a rare thing that Kong Sheng left to Kong Liya. Although this object is a literary masterpiece, it was refined by Kong Sheng himself for Kong Liya. Whoever holds this slip is obviously Kong Sheng's sword. The posture of slaying evil spirits with a sword!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, obviously recognizing Kong Ping's current state.

"Although the Herring Slip is a calligraphy treasure of a literary man, its real value is no less than that of any semi-saint treasure, or even more. If this thing had not been refined during the period of Confucius and the great writer, this item would not be as high as a calligraphy treasure of a literary man. Simple."

"This person can actually arouse the will of Saint Kong in the herring slip. Could it be that he has the blood of a saint and is a descendant of Saint Kong?!"

"This is the only possibility. Qingyu Jian cannot be used if she is not of Kong Sheng's blood. Moreover, judging from Qingyu Jian's reaction, Kong Ping's blood concentration is probably not low."

"I didn't expect that I could see the calligraphy of Confucius in person during this trip to the Great Zhou. It's really an eye-opener."

On the stage, Ci Song looked at the posture of Confucius holding the sword transformed by Kong Ping, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This junior brother, you have to be careful." After Kong Ping finished speaking, the long sword in his hand chopped towards Ci Song, and a green sword energy condensed and whistled towards Ci Song.

The sword energy contained extremely terrifying power, as if even the space was about to be torn apart by it. Ci Song suddenly felt a sharp breath coming towards him, and his face became solemn.

This time, Ci Song did not choose to resist, but moved his feet, and his figure disappeared instantly, avoiding the sword energy.

Kong Ping frowned slightly when he saw this, and then he waved the long sword in his hand again, and sword energy continued to whistle towards Ci Song, while Ci Song relied on his superb body skills to dodge and retreat on the stage.

This scene fell into the eyes of the people present, and they couldn't help but start to sneer. Ci Song had been completely suppressed by Kong Ping and couldn't fight back at all. He could only keep dodging.

"It seems that Daliang's luck has come to an end this time. I didn't expect to meet the descendant of Confucius holding the Green Fish Tablet. This person is definitely one of the top few people in this Great Zhou Literary Conference. This kid can't be the opponent of the descendant of Confucius."

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