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

"What...what's going on?"

Ci Song wanted to retreat, but his feet seemed to have taken root and stayed on the spot.

"Don't be afraid." "Ci Song" said, "Do you still like my body?"

"Your body? Are you..." Ci Song reacted immediately, and he once again looked at the "Ci Song" in front of him who looked exactly like him, but had a completely different temperament.

"Ci Song" smiled evilly and said, "Although I don't know where you came from, you have taken over my body and inherited my identity. How should we settle this account?"

After hearing this, Ci Song finally understood that the "Ci Song" in front of him was the devil that everyone in Zhongzhou City knew and knew!

For a moment, Ci Song fell into silence. He didn't know what to say, but for such a scumbag, Ci Song was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Seeing Ci Song's silence, "Ci Song" grinned, walked to Ci Song's side, patted his shoulder gently, and said, "It seems you are still very resistant to me."

"Don't be afraid. I am dead now, but I am just a remnant of my soul. If it weren't for this Heart-Questioning Mirror, I might not even have a chance to talk to you."

"Ci Song" smiled, and then he waved slowly, and a fire and two chairs appeared in front of him. "Ci Song" lay directly on the chair and pointed to the other chair towards Ci Song. , said: "Sit down, we finally have this opportunity to understand each other, don't let it go to waste."

Seeing this, Ci Song also walked to another chair and sat down.

I saw "Ci Song" helplessly patting his thigh and said: "Well, I know you have a lot of opinions about me and look down on me as a playboy. I just want to say that I have my reasons for doing this. ”

"No matter what your reasons are, it cannot be an excuse for you to do evil." Ci Song said, "You regard human life as a piece of grass, rob people's daughters, oppress the people, do all kinds of evil, and what you do is simply worse than an animal."

"Ci Song" couldn't help feeling a little sad when he heard this. He covered his face and choked: "Yes, you are right. I admit the crime I committed and I deserve death. But have you ever thought about it?" Live up to my original intention?”

Ci Song wondered: "Original intention? Original intention of committing evil? You also know that what you committed was a heinous crime, and many people paid an unimaginable price for your selfish desires. You actually want me to understand your original intention?"

"Ci Song" shook his head and said, "You are wrong. Everything I did was not to satisfy my selfish desires."

"Oh? Instead of satisfying selfish desires, could it be to benefit the common people?" Ci Song asked confused.

"Ci Song" took a deep breath and said: "I can say this. The reason why I do this is to survive."

"Survive? So you do evil?"

"My brothers are all extremely talented literary geniuses. Which one of them is not the one that the five major academies are competing for frantically, but in the end, they died under the curse of the saint."

"The curse of the saint?" Ci Song's heart was slightly shocked. He did not expect that "Ci Song" would actually find the curse of the saint.

Seeing Ci Song's shocked expression, "Ci Song" smiled bitterly and said: "Over the years, I have done evil openly, but secretly I have been investigating the real culprit who murdered my brother."

"Not long ago, I found some clues in the brothel. Just when I was about to continue investigating, an accident happened."

"Ci Song" sighed deeply, "The Saint's Curse in my body was forcibly activated, causing me to fall into madness. My father took me home and taught me a lesson, and then, I died under the curse of the saint."

"Could the clue you mentioned be the bustard you are obsessed with?" Ci Song asked suspiciously.

Hearing this, a strange look flashed in "Ci Song"'s eyes, "That old bustard is indeed a clue, but isn't the word he was thinking about so much inappropriate?"

"Just kidding, keep talking." Ci Song waved his hand.

"Ci Song"'s mouth twitched twice, but he continued to tell what happened next, "When I regained consciousness again, I found that my body was actually occupied by you, and I turned into a lonely ghost. The sun is lingering around you, and I can only watch what you do quietly, but I can't communicate with you. "

"Then since you have become a lonely ghost, why don't you take this opportunity to find out the truth?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Of course I have thought about it, but whenever I am more than ten feet away from you, my soul becomes extremely weak and is even at risk of dissipating at any time. Therefore, I can only stay by your side and can't do anything."

Ci Song didn't say much. He couldn't determine how much of "Ci Song"'s words were true and how false. After all, these were his family's words.

Speaking of this, "Ci Song" shook his head helplessly and said: "I know you don't trust me. Soon, my remnant soul will disappear. At that time, you will have my original memory. Just...just..."

"Just what?" Ci Song asked.

"I just feel that my life is too short."

“When I was a high-spirited young man, I composed poems in my prime.

The prosperity of the world is like a dream, and a long song intoxicates the heart.

The years are rushing like running water. When I wake up from a dream, my clothes are stained with tears.

The prosperity is gone, and everyone is left alone with sorrow at the end of the song. "

As soon as "Ci Song" finished speaking, his whole body turned into little stars, floating away under Ci Song's gaze.

When "Ci Song" completely dissipated, Ci Song only felt that there were many strange memories in his mind.

In his memory, he was a dandy boy who was despised by thousands of people, bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil, but more memories were about his subsequent remedies, how to compensate, and how to save the mistakes he made.

In this process, Ci Song seemed to become "Ci Song". He could clearly feel the guilt and pain in "Ci Song"'s heart when he did evil.

However, everything was covered by his face pretending to be a dandy boy. On the surface, he was still the "Ci Song" who did all kinds of evil. In fact, his heart was more painful than anyone else.

Ci Song closed his eyes and tried to digest these sudden memories. These memories were like thorns, deeply hurting his heart. He couldn't imagine that "Ci Song"'s life was so painful and short.

This feeling was like holding a piece of hot charcoal in his own hands. Although he knew it would burn himself, he was still unwilling to let go, wanting to warm his cold heart with that trace of residual heat.

Gradually, the memory of "Ci Song" in his mind began to blend with his own memory. Ci Song felt that his heart began to ache violently, and the pain seemed to be able to tear his chest apart.

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