Chapter 520: Commander Mo's Real Trump Card, Eighteen "Pseudo-Literary Masters", A Bit Funny

After Ci Song finished speaking, Captain Mo's face completely darkened.

"Really? Do you really think that I can't rule your general's mansion?"

Captain Mo's eyes were cold, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in them, sharp and cold. He threw the teacup heavily on the ground, and with a "pop" sound, the teacup instantly shattered, and the porcelain pieces splashed, hitting the bluestone slab like hail, making a crisp and harsh sound.

The air around seemed to solidify at this moment, and the invisible sense of oppression made people breathless. Then, a group of figures appeared behind Captain Mo like ghosts. They were wearing deep black robes, like ghosts in the dark night, mysterious and unpredictable. The black robes fluttered gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The faces of these black-robed people were hidden under the masks, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with dim light. They stood quietly, and the aura of literature and Taoism emanating from them was powerful and majestic. Obviously, they had reached the realm of literary masters.

However, if you look closely, you can find that their talents are different from others. That talent is not as pure and stable as that of a real literary master, but rather appears chaotic. This chaotic talent is quite similar to the state when Fang Zhongyong forced himself to reach the Hanlin realm, but in comparison, it is more obvious and abrupt.

The moment the black-robed man appeared, Gao Chuqi and Shang Han immediately flashed in front of Ci Song and protected him behind them.

"Eighteen literary masters, no wonder General Mo dared to talk to Ci Song so calmly."

Seeing this, Ci Song, who was standing behind the two of them, sneered at the corner of his mouth. His eyes swept over the eighteen literary masters present, and his eyes were full of contempt and ridicule.

"Eighteen literary masters are enough to crush any family in the secular world. Ci Song, I remember your father's kindness in the past, so I will give you a way out today. As long as you cancel your engagement with Yao'er, you can leave safely. In the future, I will find a suitable marriage for you. How about it?"

Commander Mo's proposal did not get a response from Ci Song. He just shook his head disdainfully and said, "No need."

"Oh? It seems that General Ci really doesn't want to drink a toast, so I won't be polite."

Commander Mo just sat back on the armchair, waved his hand, and said, "Kill them all, don't leave a single one."

Mo Quan on the side hurriedly trotted to Commander Mo and said to him. He bowed and said, "Father, you can't do that. Ci Song is now an official. If Ci Song dies in our Taiwei Mansion today, the king will blame him, which will probably affect the Taiwei Mansion."

"Hehe, Mo Quan, you are too soft-hearted. In this world, the strong are respected. We have 18 literary masters in our Taiwei Mansion. Even if the king has complaints, he can't really blame us."

"But father..."

"Don't say anything more. Do you really want your daughter to marry this playboy who doesn't know etiquette, is lawless, and has done many evil things?"

Taiwei Mo interrupted Mo Quan directly. Hearing this, Mo Quan understood that his father had made up his mind, and he could only obey Taiwei Mo's orders.

Ci Song, who was standing aside, did not get angry after hearing what Taiwei Mo said. He only saw a sneer on the corner of his mouth and looked at Taiwei Mo.

The reason why he took the initiative to come here today was to give Taiwei Mo the last chance. Since Taiwei Mo didn't know what was good for him, he couldn't blame him.

"Uncles, I think you can see the tricks of this group of people. So, do you have the confidence to fight one against nine?"

Ci Song asked Sun Buxiu and Shang Han in front of him. Sun Buxiu smiled when he heard it. "If they are real literary masters, they may not be defeated, but if they are only "pseudo-literary masters" who have literary talent but are not recognized by saints, let alone nine, even ninety will be killed."

"Master, you rest here first. After we deal with them, we will send this old dog on his last journey."

After Shang Han finished speaking, he said to the eighteen literary masters: "Do you dare to fight in the sky? Today, let you see what is the real literary master realm."

"Fight!"

After speaking, Shang Han, Sun Buxiu and the eighteen literary masters of Taiwei Mansion turned into streams of light and disappeared in the lobby. Ci Song found a chair and sat down, then picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Captain Mo, you just celebrated your 60th birthday not long ago. At your age, you are considered old among mortals without any literary cultivation. Why do you have to do this? Isn't it better to live a few more years and enjoy a peaceful life?"

"Why did these guys fly away? Who will protect me?"

Captain Mo cursed in his heart. He was a little scared at this moment. He didn't expect that the 18 literary masters under his command would leave the hall directly. At this moment, there were no other guards around him. Ci Song was a famous young genius. It was rumored that his realm had reached the level of a juren. If he wanted to kill me at this time, I'm afraid no one could stop him.

But Captain Mo still pretended to be calm, looking into the distance, trying to calm his inner panic with the scenery outside the door. He was now a powerful commander, and Ci Song would never dare to kill him.

But what Captain Mo didn't know was that the last person who was so confident had suffered a great crime. The once powerful doctor Wei has been placed under house arrest. Except for him, all the people in the Wei Mansion have been killed by General Ci's Mansion. There are no other survivors.

Commander Mo took a deep breath, pretended to be calm and looked at Ci Song, saying: "Ci Song, you are still young. Do you know that people live in this world just to fight for their dignity?"

"So for this so-called 'breath of air', you betrayed your loyalty and used Yao'er as a tool to cling to the rich and powerful, and even stabbed the son of your benefactor?" Ci Song asked Captain Mo.

"Your engagement with Yao'er was just a temporary measure back then. As for what you said, Yao'er is a tool for me to cling to the powerful, it is even more nonsense. Ci Song, I admit that you do have some talent, but you know that there are countless geniuses in the world of literature and Taoism, especially the descendants of saints in the Hall of the Former Master. Their talents are beyond your imagination. You don't know these, right?"

"So listen to my advice. If you want to make achievements in this world of literature and Taoism, you must abandon all the past and concentrate on taking root in literature and Taoism. In the future, I can introduce you to the Hall of the Former Master. Do you understand?"

"Puff."

Ci Song looked at the appearance of Mo Taiwei who was teaching earnestly, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud. He really didn't expect that this Mo Taiwei had such a talent for comedy.

"Mo Taiwei, your statement is really a bit funny."

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