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

Ning Pingping stood up with a slap on the table, his face full of excitement. As a well-known figure in the literary world, he can naturally see the beauty of Ci Song. This poem not only has a profound artistic conception, but also has sincere emotions and speaks directly from the heart. It can be called a masterpiece.

"This boy is extremely talented and should be considered a great figure in the literary world!" Ning Ping'an thought to himself.

The other gentlemen present originally looked down upon Ci Song, but now they were shocked when they heard the ink-ink poem recited by Ci Song because of the special meaning contained in this poem.

At this moment, they seemed to see a poet climbing up the stairs to look at the vastness of the world, the vastness of the universe, and the scene where he was independent. In the vast world, the poet seemed so lonely and miserable, and he couldn't help but think deeply about the shortness of life, and felt desolate.

"Is this really a poem that can be written by a person who has only read history books for ten days?" One of the gentlemen sighed. What he felt from the poems written by Ci Song was a loneliness from the soul. The feeling is like a coop, a straw hat, a boat, a foot of silk fiber and a hanging hook, a song and a jug of wine, and a person dying in a lonely grave.

All the gentlemen present were reminiscing about Ci Song's ink-ink poems, but Ning Ping'an just waved his hand slowly to control the talent released by Ci Song and let it return to his body.

"Everyone, is there anyone willing to accept Ci Song as his direct disciple?" Ning Ping'an asked slowly.

All the gentlemen present had a hint of wavering in their eyes. They all knew that Ci Song's talent was extremely high, and if they could accept him as his direct disciple, it would be of great benefit to his future.

However, after a long time, no one said anything and accepted Song Ci as his disciple.

Ci Song also observed the eyes of these gentlemen and found that when they looked at him, there was a bit of fear in their eyes. Several older gentlemen even wanted to stand up, but at the last moment, they chose Giving up made Ci Song even more puzzled.

"Do these people think they can't teach me, a peerless genius?" Ci Song thought in his heart.

Ning Ping'an looked at the other gentlemen, as if he had already guessed that this would be the case. He sighed deeply, "Since none of the gentlemen are willing to accept Ci Song as his direct disciple, then I will accept Ci Song as my disciple." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden uproar in the hall. Ning Ping'an, as the most senior gentleman in the academy and might even become the vice-president of the academy, actually wanted to accept Ci Song as his direct disciple. This was undoubtedly a great affirmation of Ci Song's talent and talent.

Moreover, Ning Pingan has a very high vision. Among the gentlemen present, nearly 10 have been mentored by Ning Pingan to a greater or lesser extent. Many of them want to become Ning Pingan's teacher, but without exception, they are all regarded as "Ning Pingan". They refused on the grounds that their talent is acceptable but they still need to work hard. This reason already shows that these people are not qualified.

Today, Ning Ping'an is willing to accept Ci Song as his personal successor. This shows that in his eyes, Ci Song's talent has surpassed most of the gentlemen present.

"Mr. Ning, have you really decided?" one of the younger-looking gentlemen asked.

"Well, if Ci Song is such a good young man, if he is allowed to study as an ordinary student, his talent will undoubtedly be wasted. I am an old man and I can't live for long. I am not afraid of being implicated in messy things. I believe that I can Teach this child well.”

Ning Ping'an smiled faintly, looked at Ci Song and said, "Ci Song, are you willing to become my registered disciple?"

"Just registering your name?" Ci Song replied subconsciously.

"I have lived for more than half my life, and I have never had a disciple. Even if I am named, I don't have any disciples. Ci Song, you are the first." Ning Ping'an replied slowly.

Ning Ping'an nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, in that case, from today on, you are my personal disciple."

"I have only a few simple rules for my disciples. First, they must not deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors, or deviate from ethics and morals; second, they must not use any means to make progress; third, they must not rely on their talents and be arrogant, and have no respect for others. Remember Keep these three points in mind, and no matter where you go from now on, you must not violate these three rules.”

"Disciples should keep this in mind." Ci Song nodded and responded.

"These are the three rules I have specially set for you. There is only one of my teacher's teachings, 'There is no need to live to harm benevolence, and there is no need to kill oneself to achieve benevolence.' This is the code of my teacher's sect. If you violate it, you will no longer belong to me. Disciple, do you understand?"

"Disciple understands." Ci Song cupped his hands and said.

"Okay, in that case, from today on, you can live in the backyard of the academy. Come with me, and I will take you around Yansheng Academy." Ning Ping'an stood up slowly, and was about to say something Song left.

"Everyone, please leave. Today's business has been completed." Ning Ping'an said to the other gentlemen.

"yes."

In this way, Ci Song followed Ning Ping'an out of the hall under the gaze of everyone, and the other gentlemen also left the hall one by one. Only Mr. Yi seemed to be still in the shock and had not recovered. God comes.

The man in white mask from before appeared in the hall. After seeing Mr. Yi like this, he said slowly: "This is his son, a dandy who is ignorant and greedy for pleasure all day long. It only takes a few days of study to reach a state that ordinary people cannot achieve.”

"Don't say any more. He is already a student of my Yan Sheng Academy and a registered descendant of Mr. Ning. If you want to take action against him, I will expose you."

Mr. Yi stood up and the man in white said angrily, then he turned around and prepared to leave the hall.

"I don't care. I just want to say that if it weren't for Ci Qibai, you would have already broken through to become a literary giant and would have been among the best among these gentlemen. How could you be like this now?" The man in white robe sneered.

After hearing what the man in white robe said, Mr. Yi paused slightly, and then said seriously: "The son said on the river: Time flies like this, day and night. The past is long gone. Even if I had a grudge with Ci Qibai at that time, it should not be brought to this child."

After that, Mr. Yi left the hall without looking back.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so free and easy." The white-clothed masked man showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he sat casually in a seat.

"I say, can you stop messing around? Aren't you afraid that Ci Qibai will know and come to the hospital to take your life personally?"

A golden light flashed, and Dean Yan appeared in front of the masked man and said coldly.

"Do you think I'm really afraid of that sinner?" the man in white robe retorted, "Also, does he really think he dares to come to Yansheng College now?"

Hearing this, Dean Yan smiled and said, "Why not? Have you forgotten how he broke into the four colleges and fought in the academy to save his wife?"

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