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

As time goes by, the dawn of the sky becomes more and more obvious, and the white night in the square suddenly spits out a large mouthful of blood, and then the white night shadow on the Golden Bridge shines with golden light above its head, like a bright shooting star in the dark night. , cut through the long night, blooming with dazzling light.

Bai Ye's shadow finally stepped onto the Golden Bridge. The originally illusory shadow became solid at this moment. At the same time, Bai Ye in the square also opened his eyes. His face was as pale as snow, and there was still some blood on his lips.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes full of determination and determination.

"Without her in the world, what use would I have to have this Confucianism?"

Immediately afterwards, Bai Ye's talent burst out like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. The clouds in the sky began to roll, and the light of the sun, moon and stars gradually dimmed. It seemed that there was only a huge paintbrush left in the whole world, splashing ink, eloquently, It writes about the prosperity and loneliness of this life.

"white night!"

Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan stood up at the same time and looked towards the Jinqiao direction. They saw a shadow standing on the Jinqiao in the white night. His green clothes were fluttering in the wind, and his face became paler.

"What is he going to do?" Zhang Wuyan asked doubtfully.

"Even a saint can't take her away from me!" Bai Ye looked up to the sky and roared, his voice sad, as if he was venting his unwillingness and despair to the sky.

At this moment, a hole suddenly opened in the clouds in the sky, and a ray of white light fell from the sky, shining on Bai Ye. At the same time, Bai Ye's talent reached its peak, and the pure white talent condensed into a fist, which also announced that Bai Ye had lifted himself up. The realm breaks through to become a Jinshi.

"What an idiot." The master looked at the white night shrouded in white light, his tone full of emotion.

"Talent is like a fist, and Bai Ye actually broke through to the level of Jinshi?" Zhang Wuyan looked at Bai Ye in shock.

Duanmu Qingcang turned to ask his master, "Master, what happened to Bai Ye?"

"The knot in his heart has been resolved." The master replied softly, as if he didn't want to talk more.

"Has the knot in your heart been resolved?" Duanmu Qingcang reacted immediately.

"Yes." The master replied lightly and said nothing.

Bai Ye, shrouded in white light, had closed his eyes at this time. The white light falling from the sky kept surging on Bai Ye's body, like an invisible big hand, constantly rubbing Bai Ye's body.

At the same time, Bai Ye's talent began to change. The originally pure white talent had become a little turbid, and his aura became weaker.

"Is this?" Duanmu Qingcang noticed Bai Ye's changes and immediately exclaimed: "Master, what is going on?"

"This is fate." The master looked at the white night on the Golden Bridge, his eyes full of joy: "This is talent reshaping his body."

The white light in the sky gradually dissipated, and Bai Ye's body also underwent tremendous changes at this time. His skin became fairer, and his hair became black and shiny, no longer as boring as before.

Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the prosperity and loneliness of the world.

"Huh, I didn't expect the Heart-Questioning Test to be so difficult. It's a good thing if you passed it."

Bai Ye stood up slowly, with his trademark smile on his lips. He turned to look at his classmates who were waiting for him not far away, and saluted them: "I'm sorry, everyone, for keeping you waiting for so long."

At this moment, the sun is rising in the east, and Bai Ye's whole body exudes a unique brilliance. He seems to have become more mature and restrained.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye."

All the students also heaved a sigh of relief. If anything happened to Bai Ye, their Yan Sheng Academy might be disgraced in this literary battle.

Master walked slowly to Bai Ye's side, Duanmu Qingcang followed closely behind, "Boy Bai, do you still remember me?"

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still as charming as ever." Bai Ye smiled slightly and saluted the master.

"Hahaha, Bai Ye, you are still so good at talking." The master smiled heartily, touched Bai Ye's head, and said: "I'm waiting for you to show off your talents at this Wuyuan Tea Party, so you have to fight for your reputation. Otherwise, outsiders would say that I was wrong."

"Master, please rest assured, Bai Ye will go all out." Bai Ye smiled softly.

"Everyone is already here. Can the Five Courtyard Tea Party be held in advance? I'll discuss it with them. You can go back first and get used to the new realm."

The master patted Bai Ye's shoulder again, then turned and left the square.

"Congratulations, Master." All the students saluted the Master.

After the master left, Duanmu Qingcang stepped forward to talk to Bai Ye, "Bai Ye, what exactly is your heart-asking test? Why did it cost you so much time?"

"Brother Qingcang, since the trial has been passed, there is no need to ask about it anymore." Bai Ye responded with a smile.

Hearing this, Duanmu Qingcang did not continue to ask, but just nodded and said: "This time in the literary battle, I want to have a good fight with you. I was defeated by you five years ago. This time, I I will defeat you head-on."

With that said, Duanmu Qingcang raised his arm and put his fist in front of himself. Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on Bai Ye's face, and he reached out to fist-bump Duanmu Qingcang, "Okay, then I'll wait to learn Brother Qingcang's clever move."

Bai Ye and Duanmu Qingcang looked at each other and smiled. The clouds in the sky closed again, and the whole world seemed to have returned to its former brightness and warmth.

"By the way, I have something to ask you about the students in your academy." Duanmu Qingcang loosened Bai Ye's fist and said.

"What is it?"

"Is there a genius named Ci Song in your academy who writes poetry? I want my junior brother to meet him." Duanmu Qingcang said directly.

Hearing this, Bai Ye shook his head helplessly and said, "Junior brother Ci came to Confucius Academy with Mr. Ning first, and I don't know where he is now."

Duanmu Qingcang realized that he was too abrupt to ask this question. Bai Ye and his party came to Confucius Academy yesterday and started the trial of the heart mirror. So far, they have not left the square. So he hurriedly said, "There is no rush. I am just a little curious now. Are Ci Song and the dandy in your Zhongzhou City the same person?"

"It is the same person. Ci Qi is the son of General Bai Ci. How could he really be just an ordinary child of a noble family who is uneducated and unskilled?" Bai Ye replied.

After hearing Bai Ye's answer, Zhang Wuyan immediately rushed to Duanmu Qingcang and said excitedly: "It turns out to be the same person? I want to meet him."

"Who is this?" Bai Ye looked at the boy with fanatic and excited eyes and asked about his identity.

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