"To be a god, to fly on a crane, to turn stones into gold, it's so wonderful."
In the early morning, Ci Song sang his favorite song from his previous life and packed his belongings to go home. He didn't know what happened last night, nor did he know that his identity as a "dandy" had been washed away by others.
Just when Ci Song came to the door of his courtyard, he found that his teacher Ning Ping'an was waiting for him here.
"Good morning, teacher. Why are you here?" Ci Song saluted his teacher.
Ning Ping'an looked at Ci Song in a completely different way at this time. He saw Ning Ping'an walking up to him and said: "Last night your father sent a message that you don't have to go home. You will come back to Kong Sheng Academy with me today to prepare." This year’s Five Courtyard Tea Party.”
While Ning Ping'an spoke, his eyes were always observing Ci Song, wanting to see how he would react after hearing the news.
However, after Ci Song heard the news, he did not show any other expression, but was somewhat silent.
Seeing Ci Song like this, I thought he was sad, so he comforted him: "I know you have doubts in your heart, but you have to know that your father did this for your own good."
Ci Song had a completely different idea in his heart: "Damn it, does my father think that I am not worthy of entering the ancestral hall? I remember that there were some rebellious people in ancient times who were not worthy of entering the ancestral hall. I am a dandy, so I should be the one who deserves it." Not going? Alas."
Immediately afterwards, Ci Song asked: "Teacher, I heard from Senior Brother Bai that the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party will start on the fifteenth day. Isn't it too early for us to go today?"
"Let's go first. I'll take you to meet some acquaintances just in time."
As he spoke, blue talent emerged from Ci Qibai's body. The light condensed on his fingertips, and then gradually formed a giant picture scroll. Then two giant cranes flew out from the picture scroll. Although the cranes were generated by talent, , but it's so lifelike that you can't tell it's made of talent.
"This should be the 'Fairy in the Painting' mentioned before, right?" Ci Song murmured in his heart.
"Come up." Ning Ping'an said to Ci Song.
Two cranes circled above the head, then jumped, and then the two cranes slowly flew to the side of the two of them. Ning Ping'an jumped up and rode up. Ci Song imitated Ning Ping'an's movements and jumped on the other side. A crane.
"Sit tight." Ning Pingan reminded.
As soon as he finished speaking, the crane had already carried the two of them into the sky, flying towards the east.
High in the sky, Ci Song could only feel the roar of the wind around him. Although he was nervous and clutched the crane's feathers with both hands, fearing that he would accidentally fall, he enjoyed this feeling.
"Riding a crane and flying into the sky, today I am the free spirit!
The crane took them over the Ci family's mansion, over the prosperous Zhongzhou City, over the rolling mountains, and over the sea.
The cranes were hovering on the sea. From a distance, Ci Song saw a small island. This small island seemed to be a pearl overseas. On this side of the sea was the magnificent sea, and on the other side of the island were connected mountains and rivers. , forming a natural barrier.
"Is this the Penglai Immortal Island where Kong Sheng Academy is located?" Ci Song looked at the island below and looked at it carefully.
The crane quickly flew to the island with the two of them. The green mountains and rivers on the island were shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland. However, Ci Song was not attracted by the scenery here, because just as they landed on the ground, the crane turned into ink. The moment the dot disappeared, two middle-aged men wearing blue Confucian robes appeared in front of Ci Song and Ning Ping'an from nowhere.
"Penglai Island, the holy land of Confucius, outsiders are prohibited from entering without permission." One of the middle-aged men's tone was full of threats.
The other man looked at Ning Ping'an and Ci Song up and down, as if he had seen them somewhere.
"I, Ning Ping'an, have come here with my disciple Ci Song to pay homage to the gentlemen of Confucius and Sheng Academy." Ning Ping'an saluted to the two middle-aged men.
After hearing Ning Ping'an's words, the two middle-aged men looked at each other and saw shock and panic in each other's eyes.
"It turns out to be Mr. Ning. The master mentioned you to us yesterday and said that you would attend the Five Courtyard Tea Party. If he sees you, he will take you directly to see him."
Hearing that these two people were so polite to Ning Ping'an, Ci Song also understood that his teacher's identity and strength were probably very unusual. The title "Master" belonged to Confucius in his previous life in Blue Star.
Under the leadership of two middle-aged men, Ning Ping'an and Ci Song entered the Confucius and Saints Academy. This academy was completely built of white stone and looked very holy. There were small waterfalls everywhere in the academy. , and some rockery green plants, making people feel as if they have entered a paradise.
The two of them followed two middle-aged men into the main hall of the school. There was an old man sitting above the main hall. This old man had white hair and long beard. He was smiling and looked like an expert from this world.
There are many young students above the main hall. Some of them are studying, some are playing chess, some are practicing swordsmanship, and some are painting. Ci Song came to Confucius Academy for the first time, and he was also very curious.
"Master, Mr. Ning is here today." The middle-aged man saluted the old man above the hall.
"Ning Ping'an? Why are you here today? Did something big happen?"
The old man who was originally sitting on the chair above the main hall appeared directly in front of Ning Ping An in the next second. The old man was 1.9 meters tall, half a head taller than Ning Ping An. He looked down at Ning Ping An. , with a kind smile on his face.
Ci Song was also stunned by the old man's movements. Although the old man had white hair, his figure and movements did not look like an ancient old man at all. His speed was too fast. In Ci Song In the eyes, this is teleportation.
Moreover, this old man always gave Ci Song an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him before somewhere.
"I've met Master." Ningping saluted, "I came here earlier because I wanted to see my old friend. Nothing major happened."
"Tsk, tsk, I don't believe what you say. Let's not talk about who can be your friend. Even you and I haven't seen each other for twenty years, right? Why, are you still angry about your senior brother?" The old man chuckled.
"You are a master of this generation of Confucius and Sheng Academy. How dare Ping An be angry with you." Ning Ping An responded calmly.
The master smiled, turned and looked at Ci Song again, "Who is this young man?"
"Replying to Master, this son is my disciple, his name is Ci Song."
After hearing the surname "Ci", the master asked almost subconsciously: "Who are you, Ci Qibai?"
"Back to Master, Ci Qi Bai is my father."
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