Chapter 293 The Four Little Saints of Confucianism

"Senior Brother Shang's cultivation is far superior to mine, it's just that my swordsmanship has the upper hand."

Ci Song dispersed the talent in his hand, and the sword body of the lightsaber disappeared from everyone's sight. He held the hilt of the sword in his left hand and the Shui Han Sword in his right hand, looking at Shang Wuliang quietly.

Shang Wuliang returned to the center of the square again and pulled out the two swords stained with blood and frost on the ground, "Compared to when I fought you in the battle between heaven and man, you have become stronger, even without reciting the war poem. , I also lost at your hands."

"Senior Brother Shang, do you still want to continue?"

Ci Song smiled slightly, looked at Shang Wuliang, and said calmly.

"No, if we continue fighting, my chances of winning will be less than 10%."

As soon as Shang Wuliang finished speaking, he walked to the giant sword box and inserted the two swords into it. He looked at Ci Song, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Brother Ci, in today's battle, I am willing to be defeated."

"That being the case, let's end today's literary fight."

Ci Song put away his swords, returned the courtesy to Shang Wuliang, exchanged a look with him, and said slowly: "Ci Song is a first-year student of Yan Sheng Academy, and his strength is not among the top in the academy. Today, I can compete with Senior Brother Shang again." I have benefited a lot from this battle. The students of Han Sheng Academy are also very enthusiastic. One day, Ci Song will bring Senior Brother Bai Ye to Han Sheng Academy to discuss the meaning of Confucianism and Legalism. "

Hearing this, the disdain on the faces of the students present had disappeared. Today they were completely impressed by Ci Song's strength. They also learned from Ci Song's words that he was just a freshman who had just entered school. A senior student, and it seemed that Ci Song was only thirteen years old.

"Dear students, although our Legalists are considered to be the dominant family in Korea, we are still far behind Confucians, and even compared to Taoists. There is still a gap between us. In today's battle, winning or losing does not matter. Importantly, I hope you can understand one truth: guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and practice hard.”

Immediately afterwards, Han Yan's voice reached the ears of every student present. Everyone looked towards the square and saw that Han Yan had appeared in the center.

"I've met Mr. Han."

The students present all saluted.

Han Yan waved his hand and signaled everyone to excuse themselves. He looked at Shang Wuliang and smiled: "Wuliang, your performance today is already very good. What you lost was not Ci Song, but the Zong Heng Sword that has united the strategists for thousands of years. Fa, I hope you don’t lose confidence because of today’s defeat. After all, there are only five people in Tianyuan with a genius like Ci Xiaoyou. You will definitely be the pillar of our Fa family in the future.”

"Disciple will definitely live up to the teacher's expectations." Shang Wuliang said with cupped hands.

"Little friend Ci, if there is a chance, I hope you will bring Bai Ye. I have long wanted to meet the leader of the "Four Little Sages of Confucianism"." Han Yan turned to look at Ci Song.

"If there is a chance, Ci Song will definitely take Senior Brother Bai Ye to Han Sheng Academy."

Ci Song also agreed to this matter. After all, Senior Brother Bai Ye's saint soul came from the Legalist Han Sheng. There may be other opportunities to come to Han Sheng Academy.

After hearing the title of "Four Little Sages of Confucianism", the expressions of the students present were not as mocking as before.

But today they saw the true strength of Ci Song, and Ci Song was defeated by Duanmu Qingcang, one of the "Four Little Saints". From this point of view, they did have the terrifying strength to cross the border and kill the enemy.

"Okay, I'm always waiting for you." Han Yan smiled and stroked his beard, then turned to the other students present and said: "Today's literary battle ends here. Starting from the beginning of summer this year, the college will hold one every year." Fighting between Legalism and Confucianism, there will be students from Zeng Sheng Academy here to communicate. I hope you can show your best and don't lose the face of our Legalists, let alone sit in a well and look at the sky, thinking that our Legalists are really what we call it. 'Second in the world'.

"yes."

The students present responded in unison.

The students present responded in unison.

Han Yan nodded, then turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the square. The students also dispersed, and Ci Song and Shang Wuliang came to the attic where they had previously watched the battle.

Han Yan and Ning Ping'an had already made tea and were waiting for them.

"Cough cough cough." Han Yan coughed violently a few times, then the corners of his mouth turned red and his face turned extremely pale.

Seeing this, Shang Wuliang quickly walked to Han Yan's side and used his talents to heal his injuries, "Teacher, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's an old habit. The hidden wounds left in the Chaos Realm before, as long as I use my talents, they will be counterattacked by my own talents."

Ci Song looked at the blood at the corner of Han Yan's mouth and felt sorry for this senior, "Senior, your body..."

"It's okay, it's just an old problem. It's not a problem."

Han Yan shook his head, took the tea cup from Ning Ping'an's hand, and took a sip, "Little friend Ci, you are indeed very strong. You are worthy of being Mr. Ning's disciple. Especially in the end, with that move of Zongheng, your father has already 70% charm.”

"Thank you for the compliment, senior." Ci Song saluted Han Yan.

"I see that you are not as proficient in the two-handed sword technique with your left hand as you are with the horizontal sword technique with your left hand compared to the horizontal sword technique with your right hand. If I am not mistaken, you are different from Wuliang who has been practicing two-handed swords since childhood. You should have just been exposed to the sword with your left hand. How long, right?" Han Yan asked Ci Song Dao softly.

"Mr. Han's sharp eyes are like a torch, and Ci Song admires him." Ci Song said with cupped hands.

"Wuliang, thank you for your cooperation today. I hope you can target the 'Four Little Sages of Confucianism' in the future and pursue them with all your strength." Han Yan turned to his disciple Shang Wuliang and said softly.

"Disciple will obey the master's order." Shang Wuliang bowed respectfully.

"Senior, what is the name of the 'Four Little Saints of Confucianism'? Why have I never heard of it?"

Ci Song wanted to ask what the "Four Little Saints of Confucianism" were just now in the square, but because there were too many people, he kept this question in mind.

"The Four Little Saints are the names given by us outsiders to the four people with top talents in this generation of Confucianism. This saying is only circulated in our schools. As a Confucian student, it is normal for you not to know these."

Han Yan's breath has calmed down at this moment, and his face has become much rosier. "Time flows, dynasties change, and the talents of each generation of students are much stronger than the previous generation. Especially in Wuliang's generation, the talents of Confucian students have reached the peak."

"Except for the Confucius Academy, a secluded place that is not in the world, all schools believe that Confucianism has now completely entered a prosperous era. In the battle between heaven and man, geniuses who broke through the Jinshi realm before the age of 25 appeared in the four major academies. This was impossible in the past."

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