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

"I thought about it, this thing has a special meaning. Carrying it is also a kind of remembrance of Yan Wen and a kind of comfort to my heart."

Ci Song slowly explained the reason. At this moment, the wooden box that Ci Song carried was no longer as rotten as before, but full of simplicity and the vicissitudes of time. In the center of the wooden box, there were three big characters "Mo Wen Qiang". The characters were written in a flourishing style, and there was a faint golden luster between the characters. It was Yan Wen's words.

This was actually the wooden box before, but Ci Song used his talent to remove all the rotten wood on the box, leaving only a part that was still intact, and asked Gao Chuqi to reassemble it into a new wooden box. "Since the young master wants to carry it, then I won't say anything more. Young master, be careful on the way."

Sun Buxiu heard Ci Song's explanation, nodded gently, and said nothing more.

"Well, Uncle Sun, go back."

Ci Song waved to Sun Buxiu, then carried the wooden box on his back and walked towards the crowded Guanwen Street in front.

Because today is the day for Yansheng Academy to enroll students, the entire Guanwen Street seems extremely lively at this moment. There are constant shouting and hawking sounds on the stalls on both sides of the street, and there are also pedestrians in an endless stream. Some people even set up stalls directly in the middle of the street to sell some things related to literati.

Ci Song carried the wooden box and walked slowly in the crowd. After walking for about two quarters of an hour, Ci Song finally arrived at the door of Yansheng Academy.

At this moment, the door of Yansheng Academy was already surrounded by a crowd. Some of these people were students who came to participate in the entrance examination, some were elders who came with their children, and some were pure spectators who wanted to see if there would be any talented students in the entrance examination of Yansheng Academy this year.

Ci Song looked at the crowded Yansheng Academy in front of him, with a look of emotion on his face. This was really "The east wind blows thousands of flowers at night. It blows down the stars like rain."

Ci Song was not in a hurry. Anyway, it was early, so he prepared to follow the crowd to the gate of Yansheng Academy and show his identity to enter the academy. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, some students thought Ci Song was a student who came to register and talked to him. After all, Ci Song was only seventeen years old now, which was the right age to register for admission.

Of course, most of them were just chatting, and they also talked about the enrollment of Yansheng Academy this time.

Different from the previous years when only one hundred students were enrolled, this year's enrollment of Yansheng Academy was expanded to two hundred, which doubled. When asked why, the man became obviously excited and explained to Ci Song mysteriously.

"Brother, you don't know this, right? The son of the third aunt of the nephew of my cousin's neighbor is a formal student in Yansheng Academy. According to him, it seems that Yansheng Academy participated in a trial this year, and the scholars of Yansheng Academy defeated the students of the other three academies and Confucius Academy. In order to celebrate this event, Yansheng Academy temporarily announced yesterday that it would expand its enrollment." After listening to the man in front of him for a long time, Ci Song finally understood what happened, and a strange look appeared on his face. Yesterday, the academy announced the expansion of enrollment, which was actually related to the Battle of Hundred Schools of Thought, but he didn't expect that this matter was imagined by the man in front of him. However, the other party was obviously very excited, and Ci Song didn't interrupt him. He just listened quietly and nodded from time to time. Just as Ci Song was chatting casually with this student, a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd. "Get out of the way, get out of the way, our young master wants to enter the academy."

As the voice sounded, several figures squeezed in from the crowd in a very arrogant manner and came to Ci Song in an instant.

These people were all wearing the same gray tights, with a "Xu" embroidered on their chests, with arrogant expressions and cold eyes.

And behind them, a young man holding a white folding fan and wearing a white Confucian robe was walking slowly with a calm expression. On the man's chest, there was also a "Xu" embroidered. "It's the Xu family of Zhongzhou City!"

Looking at the people in front of them, there was a burst of exclamations around them. "It turns out that he is from the Xu family of Zhongzhou Weiwei. No wonder he is so arrogant. After several playboys in Zhongzhou City were scattered, these four new playboys started to cause trouble in Zhongzhou again."

"Hush, keep your voice down. Do you want to live? You dare to talk about the Xu family."

"Hey, the Xu family is now trusted by the current king of Daliang, and the Xu family is also benefiting from it. It is really powerful." Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Ci Song couldn't help but frown slightly, and looked at the young man in front of him with curiosity.

"Who are you, and why are you acting so arrogantly here?"

Ci Song looked at the young man in front of him calmly and asked slowly. Hearing this, the young man gently shook the folding fan in his hand, and a proud look appeared on his face.

"My young master is called Xu Chen, and he is a direct disciple of the Xu family. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way and don't block my young master's way."

The servant in gray tights looked at Ci Song arrogantly, with disdain on his face.

"This is Yansheng Academy, not your Xu family's one-man show. No matter who you are, don't cut in line." Ci Song looked at Xu Chen calmly and spoke slowly.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to my young master like that? Beat him up."

The servant in tight clothes heard this and immediately showed a ferocious look on his face. He raised his fist and smashed towards Ci Song.

However, just as he was halfway pumping his fist, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded from the crowd. Then, the crowd suddenly became commotion, and some people who didn't know the truth crowded towards the outside.

"Damn it, who the hell yelled, stand up for me."

Listening to the exclamations around him, the well-dressed slave's face instantly turned ugly. But when he looked around, he found that except for the rioting crowd, there was no one who had shouted before.

"Isn't it a bit too much for you to do this?"

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind Xu Chen, and then, a figure slowly walked out of the crowd.

This was a young man wearing a blue gown. He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a delicate face, but his expression was extremely cold, and he looked at Xu Chen with cold eyes.

Ci Song looked at the young man in green shirt and sensed a faint aura of talent from his body.

"Boy, who the hell are you to interfere in my business?"

The well-dressed slave looked at the young man in front of him with a ferocious look on his face. He raised his fist and hit the young man. However, just as he was halfway through swinging his fist, he could no longer move forward as before. The young man's hand firmly grasped his wrist.

"You..." The face of the well-dressed slave changed slightly, and he looked at the young man in front of him with some fear. He did not expect that the seemingly young and weak young man in front of him was so strong.

"This is Yan Sheng Academy, not a place where you can act wild."

The young man looked at Xu Chen with an indifferent expression and spoke coldly.

"Who is your Excellency?" Xu Chen looked at the young man in front of him fearfully and asked.

"Silence."

The young man said two words calmly, but when Xu Chen heard these two words, he burst into laughter instantly, "Who do I think I am? It turns out to be the talented scholar Silence Shen?"

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