"Ci Song, the next step is to serve tea and apologize. Ruo Ci and the others are already waiting in the dean's pavilion. You can adjust your breath first. I will wait for you in the pavilion."
After that, Yan Zheng's figure disappeared on the stone bench, and Shi Yue on the side also began to use his talents to treat Ci Song.
"Young Master, if I could witness your performance today, I would definitely be extremely pleased. After all, the poet will have a successor.
" Shi Yue sighed while healing Ci Song. "Uncle Shi Yue, what kind of performance do I have? Compared with Senior Brother Bai, it's far behind. "Ci Song chuckled.
"Master, you are only twelve years old now, but you have already reached the level of a scholar and can even compete with a Jinshi. This is already very remarkable."
After Shi Yue finished healing Ci Song, he looked at the young man in front of him happily and said, "What's more, Bai Ye is not an ordinary Jinshi. The master once talked to us while drinking and said that today's young generation is full of talents, so you can take whatever you want. One of them is enough to dominate for hundreds of years, let alone Duanmu Qingcang, who has the eyes of a saint and has not yet awakened, and Zeng Xiangteng, who was born with the vision of the true phoenix and the divine body of the heavenly phoenix. Just getting the true inheritance of the Ya Sheng Zhong Qi was an extremely talented person hundreds of years ago."
"The scary thing about Bai Ye is that he was born with the soul of a saint, and has begun to gradually awaken it. This alone is enough to make him the proud son of heaven and the darling of the Dao in this era." Shi Yue said with emotion. .
"The soul of a saint?"
Ci Song didn't particularly understand what this concept was. He had also read some novels and knew about the existence of double pupils and pupil skills. Therefore, in Ci Song's opinion, the Soul of a Saint sounded similar to Duanmu Qingcang's Eyes of the Saint. It seems to be about the same.
"Those who possess the soul of a saint will surely become a saint in the future."
"Will he become a saint?" Ci Song was dumbfounded. He originally thought that his senior brother Bai was very powerful, but it was only because of his talent, hard work, and stacks of BUFFs that he became so powerful. , I didn’t expect that after working on it for a long time, the biggest cheat was also on Senior Brother Bai?
Is this a joke?
Shi Yue's words instantly wiped away the sense of loss that Ci Song had after losing to Bai Ye. Just kidding, he lost to the future saint, and he was still two realms higher than him. He lost. It's not unfair at all.
Moreover, the two senior brothers who fought against him at the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party were not ordinary people either. However, Ci Song also felt very lucky at this time. If he had known that Duanmu Qingcang and Zeng Xiangteng had such great reputations at that time, he would definitely have been under pressure when facing them, and his mentality when fighting them would have been completely different from before. Different, it is still unclear whether he can exert his full strength.
Shi Yue looked at the disbelief on Ci Song's face and said softly: "So, young master, you are actually not bad. Your current cultivation level is already very impressive. You just haven't fully developed your talent yet." .”
"What's more, what about saints? Saints are still human beings. The reason why they can become saints is because they came step by step. They also came from ordinary people like us."
"So, young master, you don't need to belittle yourself. You just need to strengthen your Taoist heart and keep going."
Shi Yue's words did comfort Ci Song, but he was also curious as to why Uncle Shi Yue knew so much about outside world. Didn't he stay in the yard and read every day?
"Uncle Shiyue, where did you know these things? Why have I never heard others say it?" Ci Song asked curiously.
Hearing this, Shi Yue smiled and said: "Master, don't you really think that I really just stay in the library every day and look after some relatively unimportant books?"
"That's right. You are also a great Confucian scholar, so you definitely know more than me." Ci Song said to himself.
"Yes, the reason why we didn't dare to tell the young master some things before was because we felt that if you were exposed to these things too early, it would affect your mentality. But now that you have become a scholar, you have a bright future. There are some things that we all know. It’s time to tell you slowly.”
Seeing that Ci Song had almost recovered, Shi Yue said to Ci Song: "Master, let's go to the Dean's Pavilion. This marriage has been postponed and ended early."
"Um."
Ci Song nodded and went to the dean's pavilion with Shi Yue.
At this time, in the dean's cabinet, Yan Zheng, Meng Ruo, and Yan Ruoci were all sitting on chairs. The three of them had different expressions. Yan Zheng's face was serious and cold, while Meng Ruo was confused. Worried, Yan Ruici was puzzled and confused. She didn't know what happened. She was still practicing well, why did Mr. Ning call her here.
As for Ning Ping'an, he sat in the corner, closing his eyes and concentrating. Next to him, stood a man wearing a mask and a white Confucian robe, who was Dean Yan's younger brother, Yan Wen.
"I still say what I said, if you dare to speak rudely today, I won't touch you, but someone will take care of you." Ning Ping'an said to Yan Wen calmly.
Yan Wen did not respond, and no one knew what his expression was underneath the mask.
Soon, Ci Song came to the Dean's Pavilion. After seeing the five people, he first saluted a few of them.
Before Ci Song could speak, Shi Yue walked up to the masked man and said coldly: "You beast, what face do you have to appear here?"
As soon as these words came out, Ci Song was stunned. He had no idea how the always gentle and gentle Uncle Shiyue suddenly broke his guard and even cursed people so unpleasantly.
However, Ci Song quickly reacted and murmured in his heart: "No wonder Uncle Shiyue knew that this person bullied me some time ago, and now he is venting his anger on me."
"Shi Yue, watch your words." The masked man Yan Wen said coldly.
"I'm annoyed when I see this mask of yours. Can you get out of here? If it weren't for you, my sister-in-law's Dantian would be damaged and there would be no hope of breakthrough in this life? How could Ruo Ci's talent be as bad as it is now?"
Shi Yue's tone was very serious, and he even had a faint urge to fight Yan Wen. If Ning Ping'an wasn't there, he might really do it directly.
"Oh, you are just a stupid dog now, so what qualifications do you have to argue with me here?"
Yan Wen's tone was equally cold. He didn't expect that after decades, Shi Yue would still hate him.
"Do you dare to fight me and let me see how strong Yan Wen is, who claimed to be the 'Qingyan Tianshen'?"
Shi Yue's tone was full of utter sarcasm, especially when he mentioned the words "Talk lightly about the world", he deliberately accentuated his tone in order to disgust the person in front of him.
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