Ci Song looked back and saw a group of men wearing golden robes and embroidered unicorns walking into the Holy Temple.
"This Confucian robe is a bit too exaggerated. At first glance, I thought it was a dragon robe. Which academy is this from? It is so flamboyant?"
Ci Song complained a few words in his heart.
"How does Zilu Academy have the right to say that the students of Yan Sheng Academy are rotten trees? If I remember correctly, Zilu Academy seemed to be last in the last Five Academy Tea Party, right?"
Mo Yao smiled contemptuously and directly responded to these arrogant yellow-robed men.
"Junior sister, what you said is biased. At the last Five Academy Tea Party, our Zilu Academy at least won the crown at the Talent Banquet. Unlike some academies, even if it is the word 'saint', it can be I haven’t experienced the feeling of being at the top of the list at least many times.”
I saw a young man who looked about the same age as Bai Ye walking out of the group of yellow-robed men. After a few words of ridicule, the student from Zilu Academy pointed the finger at Ci Song: "This Rudewood Academy is really worse every year. Nian, you actually dare to send such a young boy to attend the tea party. If Yan Sheng himself knew about it, wouldn't he feel a little sad?"
"Zilu Academy is so majestic and arrogant."
Just when Ci Song was about to reply, a loud voice suddenly sounded from behind the group of yellow-robed men.
I saw a man wearing a blue Confucian robe walking out of the crowd. The man looked to be in his twenties. The dark blue Confucian robe was embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon. , but both in terms of demeanor and temperament, he completely crushed the students of Ci Song and Zilu Academy into scum.
"I'm communicating with Kuchiki from Kuchiki Academy. When will it be your Zigong Academy's turn to interrupt? Duanmu Qingcang, are you still so nosy?" The man in yellow robe looked at the man in blue with disdain and said.
"Zhou Ge, do you think that because you have become a direct descendant of Zilu Academy, you are qualified to be so arrogant here?" Duanmu Qingcang's Confucian robe suddenly moved without any wind, and then he slowly raised his hand, and then pushed forward. Hearing a "bang", the man in yellow robe who was still standing there just now mocking Ci Song and Mo Yao flew several meters away.
"You dare to hurt me!?" The man in yellow robe clutched his painful chest and roared angrily.
"Why don't you dare?" Duanmu Qingcang snorted coldly, "Confucius became a saint here. As Confucian disciples, we should be guided by benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and trustworthiness. Look at yourself, there is nothing like what Confucian disciples should have. Style?" Duanmu Qingcang shook his head and said with a disappointed look on his face.
"The students at Zilu Academy are getting worse and worse. If someone like you can become a direct disciple, I doubt you can use Bai Ye's trick."
After saying this, Duanmu Qingcang turned around, first saluted to the statue of Confucius, then turned to look at the other students in Zilu Academy who were about to make a move, and said: "If you really want to take action against me, then Wait until the Wen Dao war and defeat me head on."
Speaking of this, Duanmu Qingcang sneered, "Of course, if you want to avenge your Senior Brother Zhou now, that's fine, it just depends on whether you can bear the price."
As soon as these words came out, the other students in Zilu Academy were like eggplants beaten by frost, completely wilted.
Just kidding, Duanmu Qingcang is the biological son of Duanmu Weili, the dean of Zigong Academy. He is also the senior disciple of Zigong Academy. His status can be said to be superior to everyone in Changzi Road Academy. They don't dare to completely anger this man. , if he "accidentally" injures the troublemaker, this literary path will almost come to an end.
Duanmu Qingcang saw that the other people in Zilu Academy who were present stopped talking, so he shouted softly to the door: "Junior Brother Wuyan, come in and pay homage to Saint Kong."
At Duanmu Qingcang's reminder, a boy in a blue robe with a childish look on his face who looked about the same age as Ci Song walked in from the door. Although there was no pattern embroidered on his Confucian robe, he exuded an inexplicable aura that invisibly kept people away from him.
"Junior Brother Wuyan, please pay homage to Saint Kong."
Duanmu Qingcang stepped forward, patted the boy who was called Wu Yan's junior brother, and then pointed at the statue of Kong Sheng.
Junior Brother Wu Yan nodded, then walked to the incense burner, took out three sticks of incense from the incense table, lit them, and respectfully walked to the statue of Confucius to worship.
At the same time, Duanmu Qingcang turned to look at Ci Song and asked, "When will he arrive in Baiye? Will he attend the Five Courtyard Tea Party this year?"
"Of course I want to participate." Ci Song replied.
Duanmu Qingcang nodded and said to himself: "That's good, otherwise this literary battle will be too boring."
"Junior Brother Wuyan, let's go." Duanmu Qingcang said softly, "I will take you to the poetry monument. I believe you can definitely leave your name on it."
"Thank you, senior brother." The boy replied slowly. His voice was a little hoarse, similar to that of a teenager who was in the period of voice change.
"This is what I should do."
Duanmu Qingcang chuckled lightly and left the Holy Temple with Junior Brother Wu Yan, while everyone in Zilu Academy did not stay too long. After paying homage to Kong Sheng, they prepared to leave.
At this moment, Ci Song said to Zhou Ge: "Senior Brother Zhou, right?"
"Is something wrong?" Zhou Ge frowned. He was in a bad mood now. He originally thought that he had become a direct disciple and had the qualifications to officially participate in the tea party of the fifth academy, so that he could be on an equal footing with the students of the other three academies.
But Duanmu Qingcang's attitude towards him today made him realize everything.
Ci Song nodded and said, "I am very dissatisfied with what you just did."
"Dissatisfied?" Zhou Ge raised his eyebrows, "I, Zilu Academy, and Kuchiki Academy have long been at odds with each other. You, a young student, are not qualified to point fingers at me."
"It's useless to talk more. Let's see the truth. I, Song Song, will take the crown of this year's talent banquet. As for every word you said today, I will inform Senior Brother Bai and ask him to take good care of you. Zhou Senior brother."
Ci Song smiled contemptuously, Zhou Ge himself was a rude person, and Ci Song would not have a good look towards him.
"You, okay, I'll wait for whatever move he makes during the night. I just want to see if this 'White Madman' is as good as the rumors say."
Zhou Ge sneered, and then left the Holy Temple with everyone from Zilu Academy without looking back.
"Brother Ci Song, I believe you can win the crown of this talent banquet." Mo Yao said softly to Ci Song, "Well, if the relationship between the other four courtyards is so bad, I'm afraid this fifth courtyard tea party will not be able to be held in the future. ”
"These things are not what we should worry about. I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."
"Uh-huh."
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