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

"If you pass the test, Yan Sheng Academy's Bai Ye and Ci Song will each receive a 10,000 point bonus. Confucian students from Yan Sheng Academy and the other four academies will each receive a 3,000 point bonus. Students from other secular circles will each receive a 1,000 point bonus."

Chen Xintong's voice rang in everyone's ears, and at the same time, the scores of all students began to skyrocket.

Hearing Chen Xintong's voice, all the students in the secular world cheered and their excitement was beyond words.

"Senior Brother Bai and Junior Brother Ci are so powerful! They can actually defeat the students of Tianwaitian!"

"Sure enough, Bai Ye and Junior Brother Ci still need to take action to have the possibility of winning."

"It seems that we have borrowed the blessing of Yan Sheng Academy this time."

Students from the secular world cheered one after another, especially the students from Yan Sheng Academy, who looked at Bai Ye with awe and admiration in their eyes, while students from other schools also showed joy.

Bai Ye stood quietly in the air, and Han Sheng's shadow gradually dispersed, revealing his delicate and resolute face. His eyes were deep, and he bowed and saluted in the direction where Young Ci Qi Bai and Young Yan Zheng were disappearing.

The same is true for Ci Song. Although the two shadows are the appearance of his father and the dean of Yan Sheng Academy in their youth, Ci Song is still very happy to see the high-spirited appearance of the two in their youth.

"Bai Ye, Ci Song, you two are very good."

At this time, Chen Xintong's figure appeared in front of Bai Ye and Ci Song. She looked at the two people in front of her with admiration in her eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment, Palace Master Chen." Bai Ye and Ci Song said in unison.

"As the final winner of the first ring trial, whatever reward you want, as long as it is within my ability, I will give it to you."

Chen Xintong's voice was gentle, and she looked at Bai Ye and Ci Song with eyes full of appreciation.

"Palace Master Chen, the student has nothing to ask for but to win an honor for Yan Sheng Academy and for the students in the secular world."

Ci Song took a deep breath and his voice was firm and powerful. He did not ask for any physical reward.

Bai Ye also held up his hand: "Palace Master Chen, my junior brother's thoughts are the same as mine, and so are my students'."

Hearing this, Chen Xintong's eyes flashed with admiration. She nodded slowly and said softly: "It's good that you two have the same heart to pursue glory and fight for the secular world."

"Since you don't know what you want, I will give it myself."

After saying that, Chen Xintong raised his hand slightly, and a bamboo slip appeared in Chen Xintong's hand. Different from ordinary bamboo slips, this bamboo slip was blood red. The moment it appeared, a chilling air hit his face, which made people feel sad. Palpitations.

"This thing is the bamboo slip with the word 'kill' written by Yan Sheng himself. It is the real original. Bai Ye, you are proficient in the 'kill' code. Although the content of this bamboo slip is useless to you, it contains the meaning of that year. Yan Yasheng's artistic conception when he wrote the word "kill". I leave this to you. I hope you can understand it carefully and it will be of great benefit to you. "

Chen Xintong's voice was gentle. He raised his hand slightly, and the blood-red bamboo slip flew lightly towards Bai Ye.

Seeing this, Bai Ye looked solemn and took the bamboo slip respectfully with both hands. His hands were cold and extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a huge weight. At the same time, a monstrous murderous aura emanated from the bamboo slip, which made people frightened. .

The students of Tianwaitian's Yan family all showed displeasure on their faces, because the moment the bamboo slips appeared, they recognized the origin of the bamboo slips just by this murderous aura.

The original bamboo slips of the "kill" formula are now in the hands of the Tianwai Tianyan family. They naturally know the "kill" formula as the basis for practicing the "kill" formula.

Moreover, they knew that this bamboo slip contained Yan Sheng's artistic conception when he wrote the "kill" formula. If they could understand it, it would be of great benefit to practice the "kill" formula.

Over the years, they have been looking for where the original "kill" formula is, but they did not expect that it would be in Chen Xintong's hands.

However, Chen Xintong handed over such precious bamboo slips to Bai Ye, which made them feel very unhappy. However, due to Chen Xintong's identity and strength, they did not dare to say anything more, so they could only express their dissatisfaction with Jealousy is buried deep in my heart.

"Thank you very much, Palace Master Chen, for the generous gift."

Bai Ye took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said respectfully.

"You deserve it."

Chen Xintong smiled slightly, then turned to look at Ci Song. After pondering for a moment, he said: "As for you, your talent in poetry far exceeds everyone I have ever seen. You have proved it today. Even when your father was young, he was not as good as you are now."

"Your future has infinite possibilities, and I have nothing to teach you, so what I can give you is not inheritance, but things outside of you."

After saying that, Chen Xintong raised his hand again, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The sword had nine spiritual patterns on its body, exuding a heart-stopping wave, and a blue inlaid on the hilt. The gemstone, the sword body exudes a faint red light, and a sharp sword energy emanates from itself, as if it is about to pierce the sky.

"This sword is called Xiao Lian. Today, I will give it to you."

Chen Xintong's voice was gentle. He gently threw the long sword in his hand, and then flew lightly towards Ci Song.

"I saw that the sword you used in your left hand was for the purpose of holding light, so I gave you this night sword. Do you know the reason?" Chen Xintong asked Ci Song Dao.

"Thank you, Master, Ci Song knows." Ci Song replied.

"Then let me tell you the story of these three swords."

Hearing this, Chen Xintong smiled and explained: "Han Guang, Cheng Ying, Xiao Lian, the three swords combined into one is Sheng Xie. Sheng Xie Sword is the real treasure of the sub-saint. At that time, the master of Sheng Xie was misunderstood, causing everyone in the sect to think that he had fallen into heterodoxy. Helplessly, he broke the sword to show his determination and prove his inner clarity."

"It's a pity that in the end, the people in the sect still didn't forgive him, and Sheng Xie's master left the sect, but even if he left, he still had a deep affection for the sect, so he didn't take Sheng Xie Sword away, but left it in the sect."

"When the people in the sect knew about this, they were also very moved, and at that time a good friend of his sect gave Sheng Xie Sword The fragments were refined into three swords, namely Hanguang, Xiaolian, and Chengying. "

"Although these three swords are made from the fragments of Shengxie Sword, they are essentially part of the sub-saint treasure. If they are combined, they can restore the true glory of Shengxie Sword."

Speaking of this, Chen Xintong turned his gaze to Ci Song and said with a smile: "Now I will give you Xiaolian. If I am not mistaken, Hanguang Sword and Chengying Sword are also in your jade pendant. Now that the three swords are here, why don't I help you unify the three?"

"To be honest, I also want to see Shengxie Sword and witness what this long sword, which is said to have the strongest righteousness in the world, looks like. "

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