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

"The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword chills fourteen states. Is this poem written for your father?" Ning Ping'an naturally heard the poem that Ci Song just chanted, so he asked Ci Song.

"Uh, yes." Ci Song didn't know how to make up this lie at this time, so he just went along with what Ning Ping'an said.

Hearing Ci Song say this, Ning Ping'an also fell into memories. At the tea party of the Five Academy decades ago, Ci Qibai at that time also showed his prowess. In the battle between heaven and man, he faced the world's talents with only one person, one sword, and one white dress. He was arrogant and proud, and finally won the crown.

At that time, everyone thought that Confucius Academy would produce another saint, but it was a pity.

"I came here today to tell you so much. If you have free time, you can practice on your own. By the way, the book I gave you should be studied carefully."

After that, Ning Ping'an stood up and was about to leave.

"Farewell, teacher."

After seeing Ning Ping'an off, Ci Song began to truly study the literary energy. Then Ci Song summoned all three strands of talent in his body, and then under the guidance of the blue talent, his own golden talent began to slowly condense.

"Condense!"

Ci Song shouted, and suddenly the talent around him surged, and a long sword gathered and formed again.

However, the long sword condensed by Ci Song this time, whether in appearance or momentum, was obviously not as good as the long sword that appeared when he just chanted the war poem.

Ci Song carefully looked at the long sword in his hand, because it was condensed by talent and the whole body was golden, a bit like the lightsaber condensed by Kizaru with the Shining Fruit.

"It looks pretty good, but it's a pity that I can't use a sword." After symbolically waving twice, Ci Song changed the shape of his talent again, and the sword, spear, halberd, axe, hook, fork, idle stick, lance, whip, mace, and hammer, all 18 types of weapons condensed in his hands. Ci Song played with each one, but Ci Song had never really touched these weapons, so he couldn't use them.

"It's a bit embarrassing. It would be nice if I could conjure a weapon I can use."

Ci Song suddenly thought of something, and his mind immediately became clear.

Ci Song patted his head and laughed, "I'm really confused. After traveling here, my thoughts were subconsciously bound."

Then the talent in Ci Song's hand gathered again. This time, the weapon in his palm was different from the weapon just now. It was only slightly larger than his palm.

Ci Song looked at the weapon in his hand, and his shock was beyond words. "It can actually be condensed. This talent is really ever-changing. I just don't know if it can shoot a bullet."

As he said, Ci Song raised the weapon in his hand and pulled the trigger. Then a bullet with golden talent gathered was shot out of the gun barrel, directly shooting a small hole in the wall.

"Damn, the power is really good."

That's right, the weapon condensed by Ci Song was a pistol, and its shape was based on the most classic "Desert Eagle".

"This, this is too unscientific. I don't know the working principle of a pistol at all, but I can condense a pistol that can shoot bullets."

Ci Song looked at the Desert Eagle in his hand, his expression became very strange, "Uh, am I being too picky? The word science doesn't seem to apply here."

He quickly remembered that the place where he was was not something that science could explain at all, or in other words, there was no science here at all.

"If that masked man comes to provoke me again in the future, I will let him see how powerful I am."

Ci Song's mind has begun to imagine that the next time he meets a masked man, he will take out a pistol and shout, "Sir, times have changed." Then he will shoot him to death with one shot. The scene seems to be quite good.

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A month passed quickly. During this period, Ci Song lived a peaceful life. In the morning, he studied the "Four Books" and "Five Classics", in the afternoon, he studied the "Tao Te Ching", and in the evening, he practiced the use of talent. His life was quite fulfilling.

However, there is one thing that is a bit embarrassing, that is, Yan Ruoci is avoiding him now. Ci Song has met her several times this month, but every time Yan Ruoci sees him, it's like a mouse meeting a cat, suddenly panicking and running away, which makes it seem like Yan Ruoci has done something wrong to him, which makes Ci Song feel very helpless.

But it's good this way, at least it's quiet.

One afternoon, Ci Song was still studying the "Tao Te Ching" in his room as usual, and then he heard a knock on the door outside.

"Ci Song, are you in the courtyard?"

Listening to this voice, it seems to be the voice of Dean Yan. Ci Song was confused, why did Dean Yan suddenly come to find him?

He has been very honest this month, and he has been hiding in the house quietly when writing poems, trying not to make too much noise to avoid any trouble.

After opening the door, he saw Dean Yan standing at the door, and behind him stood a man who looked older than Bai Ye, about 25 years old. The man was wearing a green gown with complex cloud patterns embroidered on it. His face was a little feminine, but with a heroic spirit.

"Dean Yan, you are here, please come in quickly."

Ci Song led the two into the room and prepared to make tea for them, but the green-shirted man made Ci Song feel very uncomfortable, because since he saw him, his eyes have been on Ci Song. No one likes to be stared at all the time, and Ci Song is no exception.

"Dean Yan, who is this?"

"Let me introduce you." Dean Yan took the tea poured by Ci Song and said slowly: "This is a disciple from Confucius Academy. His surname is Liu and his given name is Yun." "Hello, Brother Liu."

Ci Song bowed his hands as a greeting.

Liu Yun nodded, then took out a letter from his arms and put it on the table, "This is what Senior Sister Mo asked me to ask you to do. She wants me to teach Ci Song from Zhongzhou in person."

"Good guy, you are worthy of being from Confucius Academy. You speak in classical Chinese." Ci Song complained in his heart.

However, after Ci Song heard the title "Senior Sister Mo", a trace of doubt appeared on his face. Although he knew that the person who asked him to deliver the letter must be Mo Yao, Mo Yao was not very old. How could she become a senior sister?

Liu Yun naturally saw Ci Song's doubts, and explained: "Mo Yao is now a direct disciple of the academy, one of the seventy-two direct disciples. I am just a disciple from the outer house, and I should call you a senior sister."

"I see, then thank you, Brother Liu." Ci Song bowed again.

"Ci Song, the location of this five-college tea party is set at the Confucius Academy. The situation is a bit special. Before going to the Confucius Academy, you need to be tested." Dean Yan said slowly.

"Test? Dean, my teacher once said that I need to pass his test before he agreed to let me go. I didn't even pass the teacher's test, so..."

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