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

Qu Sheng spoke slowly: "The feeling of lovesickness is just like this red bean, bright and sincere. I hope you will pick more of it. This is the most lovesick thing."

"Tried three times."

The next second, Ci Song's name on the poetry tablet instantly rose up, all the way into the air, and unexpectedly reached the top ten ranks.

At that moment, there was a roaring sound all around, and the sound was so overwhelming that the people present almost fell down. A bright light burst out from the poem stele, with Ci Song as the center, and instantly enveloped the entire audience. In the dazzling white light, Ci Song felt that his head suddenly began to hurt violently, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Seeing this, Ning Ping'an and Master showed worries at the same time. They knew that Qu Sheng was protecting Ci Song, but they didn't know why Ci Song was in such a situation.

"How could the Sage's Curse appear in the sea of ​​consciousness of a child?" Qu Shengxuying frowned slightly, showing a look of confusion, "Fortunately, it is only incomplete and can be retreated."

Immediately afterwards, Qu Sheng waved his hand slowly and fired a white light again, projecting it into Ci Song's body.

At this time, Ci Song felt as if his bones were being eaten away by thousands of maggots, and his whole body began to tremble violently. The pain was like thousands of steel needles piercing his body at the same time, making him almost unable to breathe. As the white light released by Qu Sheng entered Ci Song's body, Ci Song gritted his teeth and endured the heart-pounding pain, seemingly using his own faith to resist the unbearable pain.

The students who were watching were all shocked when they saw this scene. They had never expected that such a situation would occur. The people present had also seen Qu Sheng give him a blessing. Listening to the brothers' stories, after being blessed, they just felt like The mind is clear, the mind is sharper, and there is no pain at all.

Now Ci Song looked completely miserable, which puzzled them. If the Master hadn't been present, they might have gone forward to ask for help.

"The blessing of a saint and the curse of a saint appear in the body of a child at the same time. You are the first in thousands of years."

The voice of the old man in the Wen Yun Jewel came to Ci Song's ears, "Good times and bad times depend on each other.

Blessings contain misfortune, and misfortunes contain blessings. This is great luck. In this case, I will help you. "

Before Ci Song could react, he completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

When Ci Song opened his eyes, he found himself in a grassland again. Ci Song stood up and looked into the distance. He saw that the grassland was endless. After circling it for a week, he only saw an old green cow. , nothing else.

"Here, where is it? Have I traveled through time?" Ci Song rubbed his eyes and asked in confusion.

"You woke up kid."

A voice came from behind Ci Song, and Ci Song suddenly turned around and found the old man whose face was clearly visible from the Wen Yun Baozhu.

"Old sir, it's you! It seems like this is the inside of Wenyun Orb?" Ci Song asked in surprise.

"The place where we are now is the blessed land." The old man said slowly.

"Blessed Land? Is it a place similar to Cave Heaven Blessed Land?" Ci Song guessed as he thought of Taoist classics.

The old man did not hide anything, nodded and said: "You can say that, but not entirely. This is a special space evolved from the Wen Yun Orb. The reason why your soul appears here is because I summoned it."

"Why?" Ci Song was puzzled.

"Your body is undergoing transformation. The originally incomplete Saint's Blessing wanted to dissolve the Saint's Curse in your body, but I stopped it. I am going to let them all stay in your body to form an excellent balance. , just like the two qi of yin and yang.”

The old man slowly explained: "It's just that when this balance is being established, you will endure pain that even a literary giant cannot bear, so I summoned your soul here to protect you."

"I see, it's just old sir. I know that this saint's blessing was given by Qu Sheng, so how can we talk about this saint's curse?" After Ci Song understood the old man's explanation, he continued to ask.

"I don't know, but those who can cast this curse must have at least a cultivation level above half-saint. The saint's curse in your body is relatively weak and has not been fully exerted. Therefore, I can conclude that this curse is an incomplete curse. , it cannot be used by anyone other than a semi-saint or above.”

After pondering for a moment, the old man continued: "And to be able to form such a profound karma with you before you are enlightened, this person's cultivation level is at least above that of a semi-saint, or even worse."

"There are actually half-saints or even worse people who are secretly harming me?!"

Ci Song was shocked after hearing this, but if the old man could speak to him so plainly, then it shouldn't be a big deal.

"Don't panic, you still have to thank Qu Ping. He turned nearly 30% of the saint's talent in the poem stele into saint's blessing and put it into your body. With my mediation, the saint's curse is no longer a threat. "

The old man seemed to see the horror in Ci Song's heart, and said to comfort him: "Now you just need to practice with peace of mind, and leave everything else to me."

"In addition, even if someone else casts the Saint's Curse on you from now on, it will no longer pose a threat to you. On the contrary, it will only increase your cultivation."

The old man stood up slowly and patted Ci Song on the shoulder, "It's getting late, you should go back. As for who released the saint's curse, you need to find out by yourself."

Ci Song had not yet recovered from the sudden change. He subconsciously wanted to ask the old man some questions, but was pulled directly into the darkness by a strong suction force.

When Ci Song opened his eyes again, he found himself in a room, and he was placed in a bathtub. The water in the bucket was still hot, and the smell of herbs was particularly strong.

He raised his head and looked out the window. The sky was getting dark, and on the desk not far away, an oil lamp was burning with weak flames and making a "crackling" sound.

"It seems that I have been unconscious for a long time. This medicinal bath is quite comfortable. If I practice here, will I get twice the result with half the effort?"

Thinking of this, Ci Song began to use his talents, and then he discovered that the talents in his body had changed from five silks to nine silks.

Ci Song only needs to completely integrate the nine talents and converge them into a needle, and Ci Song can become a real scholar.

"Is this the reward that the saint's talent brings to me?"

There was a smile on Ci Song's face, but when he thought that there was a semi-saint, or even a literary master above the semi-sage who wanted to harm him, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"But I still don't believe that the person who wants to harm me is a semi-saint. If he is really so powerful, why didn't he go directly to my father and instead choose to harm the child? This is a bit strange."

Just when Ci Song was comforting himself, the door was opened and a figure walked in.

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