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

"Today's result is the evil cause I planted myself before."

"If you still care about brotherhood, don't stop me."

After saying that, Yan Wen turned to look directly at Yan Zheng, his eyes full of pleading.

"you!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Zheng's eyes widened, and he pointed at Yan Wen. He was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he couldn't even say a word.

"well."

After a long time, Yan Zheng sighed helplessly, turned to look at Ci Song and said, "Ci Song, I beg you to let my brother go and spare his life. He has indeed done many wrong things in the past. I Let him make it up to you."

"As long as you promise to spare his life, I will not refuse anything you ask me to do."

At the end of the sentence, Yan Zheng's voice became a little trembling. Ever since Yan Wen's Dantian was damaged and he was taken back to Yan Sheng Academy, he seemed to have become a different person. After stopping it, he locked himself in the room all day long and didn't care about the world.

Later, Yan Wen learned from somewhere that the reason why the aliens suddenly attacked Tianguan was because Ci Qibai brought a foreign woman from the Chaos Realm back to Tianguan. In order to find the woman, the Chaos Realm launched a large-scale During the war, all three hundred temporary passes stationed at Tianguan in the Chaos Realm were breached in one fell swoop, just to show the importance of this woman.

After learning the news, Yan Wen also attributed the reason why the seventh temporary pass was breached and caused the death of his teacher, senior brother and the three thousand literati Paoze in Tianguan to Ci Qibai. In order to take revenge, he even attacked Ci Qibai. Qi Bai's son, Ci Song, took action.

This matter is also one of Yan Zheng's knots.

After hearing Yan Zheng's words, Ci Song was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Dean Yan, it's not that I don't give you face, but the grudges between Yan Wen and I cannot be explained in a few words."

"I……"

Hearing this, Yan Zheng wanted to say something else, but was directly interrupted by Yan Wen.

"Brother, you don't need to say more, I've made up my mind."

Yan Wen turned to look at Yan Zheng, with a sad smile on his face, and said: "I should have died long ago in the battle to guard the seventh temporary pass. I have survived to this day, made many mistakes, and hurt many people." "If I don't die today, I will live with guilt for the rest of my life." At the end of the sentence, Yan Wen's eyes shed two lines of blood and tears. He kowtowed deeply to Yan Zheng three times, then stood up and looked at Ci Song, His voice was hoarse: "Let's continue." "Oh."

Seeing this scene, Ci Song sighed helplessly. He raised his head and looked at Yan Zheng and said, "Dean Yan, it's not Ci Song who doesn't give you face, but everything should be understood."

"A green tree looks sad, and has been part of the hatred of several people."

"To bid farewell to the near capital, all the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze."

After saying that, Ci Song bowed his hands to Yan Zheng and said, "Dean Yan, please don't stop me."

"I am still alive but my heart is ashamed, my ambition is low and my mind is uneasy."

"The years are wasted and I regret it, and my thoughts are withered and I sigh in vain."

"The ambition of Qingyun has been lost for a long time, and the dream of guarding the pass has finally become smoke."

"The white hair in the mirror makes me grow old, and my clothes are wet with tears beside my pillow."

“It was once said that a man could reach the sky with great ambition, but now he is hesitant to move forward.”

"It's not my wish to be afraid and not move forward, but things are so difficult in the world."

"The soul is scattered looking for its way back, and the heart is wandering to find a paradise."

"I would like to give up my life and seek my true self, and then go to the seventh level to pass this remaining life."

Yan Wen looked up to the sky and roared, his Confucian robes moving automatically without the wind. The talents of the surrounding world continued to pour into Yan Wen's body, enhancing Yan Wen's fighting power. A powerful aura emanated from Yan Wen's body. At this moment, Yan Wen The aura emanating from the tattoo is actually no weaker than Ci Song.

But everyone present saw the clues. At this moment, Yan Wen was sacrificing his own life, burning his blood and soul in exchange for a sudden increase in combat power in a short period of time.

At this moment, the Dantian in Yan Wen's body has begun to gradually damage. If Yan Wen does not stop in time, Yan Wen will die when the Dantian in his body is completely damaged and his cultivation is gone.

Yan Wen slowly stood the red flame gun beside him, and then reached out to remove the hosta and hair rope wrapped around his long hair. His long hair poured down like a waterfall, and paired with Yan Wen's handsome face, it made He is a little more feminine and a little less masculine.

But no one paid attention to this scene at this moment, because everyone was attracted by Yan Wen's next actions. Yan Wen threw the hosta aside, hung the hair rope in his mouth, and then tied up his long hair with both hands. The next moment, he used his fingers as blades to cut off all his long hair.

Everyone present could not understand why Yan Wen would do such an action. Even Yan Wen's brother Yan Zheng could not understand what Yan Wen wanted to do.

The severed long hair slowly fell to the ground. Yan Wen took the hair rope out of his mouth and tied his right hand to the red flame gun beside him.

The tip of the red flame spear pointed directly at Ci Song. Yan Wen also swept away the haze just now, and a look of determination appeared on his face.

Ci Song on the side saw this softly and didn't answer much. He just slowly said something he had heard others say.

"The enemy is numerous and we are outnumbered. When we are besieged by others, every extra stretch of something on our body can become a flaw and a burden." "Although our generation of literati are known as gatekeepers, in the end we are not the same as the real ones. The troops guarding the pass are different from each other, so today, Yan Wen followed the example of the ancients and cut off his hair to show his determination to defend the pass!"

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this, not quite understanding why Ci Song said this inexplicably, while Yan Wen was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person froze in place, but it was only for a moment.

"I am at peace if I can die in your hands."

After saying this, Yan Wen rushed towards Ci Song with the Red Flame Spear in his hand.

At this moment, Yan Wen had already made up his mind to die. The Red Flame Spear in his hand was like an arrow from a string, with an indomitable momentum, piercing Ci Song's chest.

Seeing this, Ci Song did not dare to be careless. He held a long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing at Yan Wen, and a sword energy emanated from the long sword, heading straight for Yan Wen.

"Dang!"

The sword energy collided with the Red Flame Spear, making a crisp sound, but Yan Wen, with the power of the sword energy, flashed and came to Ci Song, piercing Ci Song's chest with a gun.

"Hold the sword, play the sword and sing."

Ci Song's left hand was instantly covered by the light of talent. The next moment, Ci Song turned sideways, and then the index finger and middle finger of his left hand directly flicked towards the tip of the Red Flame Spear.

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by the sound of a sword, the tip of the Red Flame Spear was instantly flicked away, and the powerful force was directly transmitted to Yan Wen's arm along the spear shaft, shaking Yan Wen's arm numb, and he almost couldn't even hold the Red Flame Spear in his hand.

"Young men have lofty ambitions and are proud of their iron horses and golden swords."

"The drums of war shake the mountains and rivers, and the horns sound high in morale."

"Point the gun at the sky and the stars fall, and swear to shed blood on the battle robe."

"When we return triumphantly, we will drink good wine together and get drunk today."

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