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

Ci Song looked at the direction where Yan Zheng disappeared and was silent for a long time.

"Master. Have you really decided to go to Tianguan?"

Shi Yue walked to Ci Song's side and asked solemnly.

"Well, there are some things that really need to be found out."

Ci Song nodded, replied, looked around the messy martial arts arena, and said softly: "Uncles, please ask someone to rebuild the martial arts arena."

Just when Ci Song was about to leave the martial arts arena, a rotten box appeared in Ci Song's sight. It was the slender wooden box that Yan Wen did not open until the end.

Seeing this, Ci Song walked forward and gently opened the wooden box. He saw a black spear that had been broken into two pieces placed inside. This spear was broken into two pieces, except for the tip of the spear. Outside the cold light, the gun body was already covered with mottled rust, and it looked no different from scrap metal. "This is..."

"Why did Yan Wen put a broken gun in the box?" Shi Yue, Shang Han and others also gathered around. They looked at the black spear in front of them with confused expressions.

Ci Song recognized the spear at a glance. It was the spear used by young Yan Wen that he had seen in the magical world. Young Yan Wen had told him this before when he was chatting with him. , this spear was made for him personally by his teacher, Master Zhao Qingguan. The material used was meteorite iron. Although it is only a literary treasure, it is one of the weapons used by young Yan Wen for the longest time. . .

Ci Song didn't say much, he just closed the box silently, and then put it into the jade pendant of his personal disciple.

"Uncles, I am about to break through the Great Confucianism, can you help me protect the law?"

. . .

At Yan Sheng Academy, Yan Zheng had already cleaned up Yan Wen's body, put him in a blue robe, and lay quietly on Yan Zheng's bed.

Yan Zheng sat quietly by the bed, looking at Yan Wen, as if he would wake up at any time and call him brother.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a knock on Yan Zheng's door. "Come in." Yan Zheng's voice was a little hoarse. The person who came in was his wife, Meng Ruo.

After Meng Ruo entered the door, he did not speak, but quietly walked to Yan Zheng's side. Yan Zheng sighed softly, hugged Meng Ruo into his arms, and said softly: "Xiao Ruo, Xiao Wen..." "I don't know. Got it." Meng Ruo interrupted Yan Zheng's words, buried his head in his arms, and said softly: "Xiao Wen has a hard life, and this may be a relief for him."

Hearing this, Yan Zheng was silent for a long time and said slowly: "In these years, I have never given Xiaowen a good look. Am I a failure as a brother?"

"Even now, I don't know what happened to Xiaowen at the temporary pass."

Meng Ruo heard Yan Zheng's words and gently broke away from his arms. Then he held Yan Zheng's cheeks with both hands and said softly: "This is not your fault. No one could have predicted what happened back then. Moreover, in these years, You have also been secretly investigating what happened back then, right?"

"As an older brother, I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as an older brother."

Hearing this, Yan Zheng had a look of pain on his face.

"No, you have done a good job. For so many years, Master has not even found out the truth behind the battle at Tianguan. What can you do?"

Meng Ruo said softly: "Xiaowen had many heart-to-heart talks with me before going to the General's Mansion. He said that he was very proud to be your brother.

He also said that if he had not gone to Tianguan back then, he would not have transformed into what he is now, and even becoming a saint would not be able to make up for the regret in his heart. " Hearing his wife's words, Yan Zheng's eyes became red again. He held Meng Ruo's hand tightly and said nothing.

"Xiao Ruo, I'm going to Tianguan tomorrow. The boy Ci Song is going to take the initiative to go to Tianguan to investigate what happened back then. I'm a little worried and plan to send him to Tianguan personally. I'll leave the affairs of the academy and home to him. I've given it to you." Meng Ruo nodded slightly when he heard this, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm at home. Mr. Yi is in the academy, but you should be careful when you go to Tianguan."

"Don't worry, I'm just sending Ci Song to Tianguan, nothing will happen." Yan Zheng said softly.

"Um."

Meng Ruo responded softly and buried his head in Yan Zheng's arms again. Yan Zheng gently patted Meng Ruo's back with one hand and gently held Yan Wen's cold palm with the other. , at this moment, the room was filled with silence.

On this day, a golden dragon shadow once again appeared in the sky. This time, the appearance of the dragon shadow did not attract too many people's attention, because in the past few years, the mirage died, and its talent belonged to the literati of heaven and earth. The literary realm of the literati has been raised by half a realm, which has also caused the appearance of dragon shadows to become extremely frequent. Dragon shadows appear from time to time throughout Tianyuan Continent.

So this time, everyone thought it was just an ordinary scholar who broke through into a literary giant, and didn't pay much attention to it.

. . .

In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song arrived at Yansheng Academy in a carriage an hour early. Unlike yesterday when he returned to the academy, Zhongzhou City today was obviously much more lively than yesterday.

The original road to Yan Sheng Academy was blocked, with carriages and pedestrians coming and going in an endless stream.

Ci Song looked at the surrounding scene and curiously asked Sun Buxiu who was driving, "Uncle Sun, what day is it today? Why are there so many people on Guanwen Street?"

"Master, you have forgotten, today is the ninth day of August, the day when Yan Sheng Academy recruits students." Sun Buxiu replied with a smile.

When Ci Song heard this, he remembered that the ninth day of the eighth month of every year was the day when Yansheng Academy recruited students. Many students who wanted to enter the five major Confucian academies would come to Zhongzhou on this day to take the entrance examination of Yansheng Academy.

Thinking of this, Ci Song couldn't help but sigh, "Time flies. I have been in Yansheng Academy for more than five years, and it will be six years soon."

"Yes, I remember that we were all afraid that the young master would not be able to enter Yansheng Academy, and we were discussing at home how to teach the young master to practice."

Sun Buxiu also sighed, "In the blink of an eye, the young master has broken through the great scholar. In a few years, the young master will surpass us old guys."

"Uncle Sun, don't tease Ci Song. You are not even eighty years old now. Why do you say the word 'old'?" Hearing this, Ci Song smiled and shook his head, then jumped off the carriage from the front, "Uncle Sun, you go back first, I will walk back to the academy."

"Young master, isn't it too heavy for you to carry this wooden box? Why don't you put this box in the jade pendant?"

Sun Buxiu looked at Ci Song who was carrying a long wooden box, and asked curiously, "Isn't it Yan Wen's broken gun inside?"

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