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

"To be a god, to ride a crane to the sky, to turn stones into gold, it's wonderful."

In the morning, Ci Song sang his favorite song in his previous life, packed his things and prepared to go home. He didn't know what happened last night, nor did he know that his identity as a "dandy" had been washed away by others.

Just when Ci Song came to the gate of his yard, he found that his teacher Ning Ping'an was waiting for him here.

"Teacher, good morning. Why are you here?" Ci Song saluted his teacher.

Ning Ping'an looked at Ci Song completely differently at this time. Ning Ping'an walked to his side and said, "Last night your father sent a message, telling you not to go home. You will go back to Confucius Academy with me today to prepare for this year's five-institute tea party."

While Ning Ping'an was speaking, his eyes were always observing Ci Song, wanting to see how he would react after hearing the news.

However, after hearing the news, Ci Song did not show any other expression, but was a little silent.

Seeing Ci Song like this, he thought he was sad, so he comforted him: "I know you have doubts in your heart, but you have to know that your father did this for your own good."

But Ci Song had a completely different idea in his heart: "Damn, does my father think I am not worthy of entering the ancestral hall? I remember that some people who were extremely rebellious in ancient times were not worthy of entering the ancestral hall. I am a playboy, so I should be unworthy, right? Alas."

Then Ci Song asked: "Teacher, I heard from Senior Brother Bai that the Five Academy Tea Party will start in the 15th day? Is it too early for us to go today?"

"Let's go first, just in time for me to take you to meet some acquaintances."

As he spoke, blue talent emerged from Ci Qibai's body, and the light condensed on his fingertips, and then gradually formed a giant scroll, and then two giant cranes flew out from the scroll. Although the cranes were generated by talent, they were lifelike, and it was impossible to tell that they were made of talent.

"This should be the 'fairy in the painting' mentioned before?" Ci Song murmured in his heart.

"Come on up." Ning Ping'an said to Ci Song.

Two cranes circled overhead, then leaped, and then the two cranes slowly flew to the two of them. Ning Ping'an jumped up and rode on it. Ci Song followed Ning Ping'an's movements and jumped on another crane.

"Sit tight." Ning Ping'an reminded him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cranes had already carried the two people into the air and flew towards the east.

In the sky, Ci Song only felt the whistling wind around him. Although he was nervous and held the crane's feathers tightly with both hands, afraid that he would fall down accidentally, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

"I am riding a crane and flying to the sky. Today I am the free and easy immortal! The crane took them over the Ci family's mansion, over the prosperous Zhongzhou City, over the continuous mountains, and flew over the sea. The crane circled over the sea. From a distance, Ci Song saw a small island. This small island seemed to be a pearl overseas. On this side of the sea was the magnificent sea, and on the other side of the island were mountains and rivers connected, forming a natural barrier. "Is this the Penglai Fairy Island where Confucius Academy is located?" Ci Song looked at the island below and looked at it carefully. The crane took the two of them to the island quickly. The green mountains and rivers on the island were surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland, but Ci Song was not attracted by the scenery here, because just as they landed on the ground and the crane turned into a black dot and disappeared, two middle-aged men in green Confucian robes appeared in front of Ci Song and Ning Ping'an from nowhere. "Penglai Fairy Island, the holy land of Confucius, outsiders are prohibited from entering without permission. "One of the middle-aged men said in a threatening tone.

The other man looked Ning Ping'an and Ci Song up and down, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

"I am Ning Ping'an, and I have come with my disciple Ci Song to meet the teachers of Confucius Academy." Ning Ping'an saluted the two middle-aged men.

Hearing Ning Ping'an's words, the two middle-aged men looked at each other, and saw shock and panic in each other's eyes.

"It turned out to be Mr. Ning. The teacher mentioned you to us yesterday and said that you would attend the Five Academy Tea Party. If I see you, I will take you directly to see him. "

Hearing the two men being so polite to Ning Ping'an, Ci Song also understood that his teacher's identity and strength were probably very extraordinary. The title of "Master" belonged to Confucius in his previous life on Blue Star.

Under the guidance of the two middle-aged men, Ning Ping'an and Ci Song entered the Confucius Academy. The academy was built entirely of white stone and looked very holy. There were small waterfalls and some rockery and green plants everywhere in the academy, making people feel as if they had entered a paradise.

The two followed the two middle-aged men into the main hall of the academy. An old man sat above the main hall. The old man had white hair and a long beard, and he was smiling, looking like a hermit.

There were many young students in the main hall. Some of them were reading, some were playing chess, some were practicing swords, and some were painting. Ci Song was very curious when he came to the Confucius Academy for the first time.

"Master, Mr. Ning is here today." The middle-aged man saluted the old man above the main hall.

"Ning Ping'an? Why are you here today? Did something big happen? "

The old man who was originally sitting on the chair above the hall appeared in front of Ning Ping'an the next second. The old man was 1.9 meters tall, half a head taller than Ning Ping'an. He looked down at Ning Ping'an with a kind smile on his face.

Ci Song was also stunned by the old man's movements. Although the old man had white hair, his figure and movements did not look like an ancient old man at all. His speed was too fast. In Ci Song In the eyes, this is teleportation.

Moreover, this old man always gave Ci Song an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him before somewhere.

"I've met Master." Ningping saluted, "I came here earlier because I wanted to see my old friend. Nothing major happened."

"Tsk, tsk, I don't believe what you say. Let's not talk about who can be your friend. Even if it's you and me, we haven't seen each other for twenty years, right? Why, are you still angry about your senior brother?" The old man chuckled.

"You are a master of this generation of Confucius and Sheng Academy. How dare Ping An be angry with you." Ning Ping An responded calmly.

The master smiled, turned and looked at Ci Song again, "Who is this young man?"

"Replying to Master, this son is my disciple, his name is Ci Song."

After hearing the surname "Ci", the master asked almost subconsciously: "Who are you, Ci Qibai?"

"Back to Master, Ci Qi Bai is my father."

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