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

"Brother Ci Song, you're awake!"

A woman wearing a bright red Confucian robe, with slender willow-shaped eyebrows and rosy cherry lips, came directly to the bathtub, her face full of surprise.

"Mo, Mo Yao?"

Ci Song recognized the woman's identity at a glance. Isn't this his fiancée who is engaged to him?

"Brother Ci Song, I didn't expect you to come to Confucius Academy so early, and you didn't even tell me."

Mo Yao's tone was a bit resentful, like a young wife, "Did you receive the letter I asked the disciples of the outer house to bring you?"

"I received it, I received it, Mo Yao, why don't you go out first, I, I'll put on my clothes and talk later?"

Ci Song just felt a little embarrassed. If it was normal, he would be fine, but now, he was lying naked in the bathtub, and Mo Yao leaned against the side of the tub, which made Ci Song very uncomfortable.

"Brother Ci Song, are you shy?"

Mo Yao blinked her watery eyes, as if she had discovered something incredible.

"Brother Ci Song, you don't know yet, I took off your clothes for you, I have seen you naked for a long time."

Mo Yao said with a smile on her face, her words were full of jokes and ridicule, while speaking, she stood up and poured a cup of tea, "Anyway, we are already engaged, so it's okay to see it, right?"

Ci Song's face flushed, he wanted to speak, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it. This little girl looks gentle, but her personality is so fierce?

"Brother Ci Song, don't be shy, I will be responsible for you."

"Ahem, that, Mo Yao, although we are engaged, but you know me, I am a bad guy, you must know the title of Daliang's first playboy, I think you must know it."

Ci Song was ready to scare Mo Yao and completely take the initiative, "Aren't you afraid that I will do something strange to you?"

As he spoke, he began to deliberately look Mo Yao up and down with his eyes, pretending to be a gangster.

Unexpectedly, Ci Song's words made Mo Yao's smile even bigger, "Then brother, you have to be gentle."

As he said that, Mo Yao made a gesture of undressing.

"No, no, Mo Yao, I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

Ci Song was completely scared now. Good guy, starting from three years, there is no upper limit to the punishment, he Ci Song can't afford it.

"Don't look at it, don't listen to it, don't say it." Ci Song shouted hurriedly.

"Hehe, it seems that Brother Ci Song is still not qualified as a playboy, but think about it, who makes Brother Ci Song a kind person by nature."

Ci Song opened his eyes again and found that Mo Yao had his arms on the side of the bathtub, holding his cheeks with both hands, with a happy smile on his face.

"Okay, Brother Ci Song, I won't tease you anymore. You should have a good rest today. I will come to see you tomorrow morning. I have asked someone to prepare the food. You can go and eat directly after you clean up."

Speaking of this, Mo Yao stood up, looked at Ci Song gently, and said, "Brother Ci Song, see you tomorrow."

The red figure left the bedroom where Ci Song was, but Ci Song himself felt very embarrassed. He was an 18-year-old man, but he was teased by a 13-year-old girl? Although the ancients were more precocious, this feeling still made him feel a little strange.

"No, I will get back the place tomorrow. I can't be led by a little girl!"

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The next morning, it was dawn, and Ci Song had already woken up. He began to look at the room he lived in. He found that the layout of the room was very neat, and there were many musical instruments in the room, pipa, guzheng, erhu, etc., and even a chime in the corner.

"It seems that the owner of the room is a scholar who enjoys writing."

Ci Song opened the door. It was night yesterday, so he didn't see the scenery outside the window clearly. Now he realized that he was on the mountain. He looked up and saw that there were many courtyards around him, which should be for the disciples to live in.

"I didn't expect that the student dormitory of Confucius Academy was on the mountain."

He closed the door and prepared to walk down the mountain. As soon as he went out, he heard a voice.

"You, who are you? Why did you walk out of Junior Sister Mo's room?"

Ci Song looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a young man looking at him with hostility.

The young man looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, tall, fair-skinned, and handsome, especially when he was wearing a green Confucian robe and carrying a three-foot ancient sword behind him, which made him look more heroic.

"Ah? Is this Mo Yao's room?" Ci Song was surprised.

After hearing Ci Song's answer, the young man immediately drew out the long sword behind him, and the hostility in his eyes turned into vigilance, "Who are you?"

While speaking, white talent emerged in his hand, and he muttered, "Use the ominous ritual to mourn the worries of the country: use the funeral ritual to mourn the death, use the waste ritual to mourn the ominous letter, use the condolence ritual to mourn the disaster, use the siege ritual to mourn the defeat, and use the condolence ritual to mourn the invasion. The ominous ritual, behead."

Instantly, a white sword light condensed in the young man's hand, and then rushed towards Ci Song.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

Ci Song was shocked. He didn't expect the other party to suddenly attack him. He was a little flustered for a while. He quickly condensed his own talent and subconsciously condensed a long sword in his hand.

The next second, the two long swords collided with each other, making a deafening sound.

The young man's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Ci Song to be able to resist his slash, but he had rich combat experience. After finding that Ci Song didn't take the opportunity to attack, he immediately made a gesture with both hands and prepared to attack again.

"You really misunderstood. I have no ill intentions."

Ci Song naturally noticed this. When the young man was preparing to attack, his figure had already swept down the mountain.

"Want to run?"

Seeing this, the young man sneered. He stepped wrong and chased after Ci Song. Ci Song heard the sound of wind behind him, and without turning his head, he subconsciously punched back.

"Bang!" The young man felt a strong force in the air, and he was blown back by the fist wind.

He was shocked. He didn't expect that his attack was easily taken by the other party, and the other party's speed was faster than his! What realm is this? Scholar, or Juren?

"I said, I really didn't know that it was Mo Yao's room. If you chase me again, I will really fight back." Ci Song said helplessly.

"Penglai Fairy Island, Confucius Holy Land, you thief, you are so rude."

"Hmph, then let me see how strong you are. Fierce sword, slaughter and cut."

The long sword in the young man's hand instantly burst into a dazzling white light, and ferocious animal heads condensed on the sword body, and then rushed towards Ci Song.

"The bow back is bright and the sword shines on the frost, and the autumn wind rides out of Xianyang."

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