Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Chapter 212 The Immortal Bone is obtained, Bai Ye leaves

Hearing this, Bai Ye finally showed a sincere smile on his face. He didn't expect that his junior brother would actually recognize him. Bai Ye was moved in his heart. He looked at Ci Song, took a deep breath and said, "Junior brother, don't worry, I We will handle this matter well.”

After saying that, Bai Ye walked up to the fake Ci Song and looked down at him.

The wound on the counterfeit Ci Song's chest kept bleeding out, and his face was pale, but he looked straight at Bai Ye without fear.

"Are you the Immortal Bone?"

Bai Ye stared at the fake Ci Song, wanting to get the real answer from his mouth.

However, the fake Ci Song tightly closed his lips and replied: "I am Ci Song, not an immortal bone."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Bai Ye's eyes. He looked at the fake Ci Song with doubts in his heart. Who is this person? Is he an immortal bone?

At this moment, the fake Ci Song suddenly opened his lips and said: "I..."

However, before he could finish his words, another golden thunder suddenly burst out from his chest, this time piercing his heart directly.

Bai Ye was stunned. He looked at the fake Ci Song lying in a pool of blood, his eyes full of surprise.

How is this going? Where did this golden lightning come from?

Bai Ye raised his head and looked at Ci Song himself behind him. He didn't expect that his junior brother would act so decisively.

"Senior Brother Bai, we will know right away whether he has immortal bones or not." Ci Song quietly looked at the corpse of the fake Ci Song lying on the ground and whispered.

If it were three months ago, Ci Song might have talked more with the fake Ci Song and inferred the identity of the fake Ci Song from various details, but now Ci Song has understood a truth. Sometimes, corpses are more powerful than people. There are even more words.

Under the gaze of all the students, the corpse of the fake Ci Song turned into golden light on the ground, and then condensed into a crystal clear bone, emitting a bright light that made everyone present hold their breath.

"Is this the Immortal Bone?"

Amid everyone's astonishment, Ci Song slowly walked up to the crystal clear bone. He stared at the immortal bone quietly, as if communicating with it, looking for answers.

Although this bone was just fake Ci Song's corpse, it seemed to have a life of its own. It rotates slowly in the faint golden light, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Ci Song slowly touched the Immortal Bone and took it in his hand. Then Ci Song handed it to Bai Ye, "Senior Brother Bai, do you think this is the Immortal Bone?"

Bai Ye took the immortal bone and looked at it carefully. Although this bone is not big, it has a heavy feeling, as if it carries endless years and strength. Bai Ye can clearly feel the vitality contained in it.

"This must be the immortal bone."

Bai Ye took a deep breath and said with certainty, holding the immortal bone in his hand with some tears in his eyes, his wife was finally saved.

"Junior Brother Ci, I owe you so much." Bai Ye took a deep breath and bowed to Ci Song.

Seeing this, Ci Song quickly grabbed Bai Ye and said, "Senior Brother Bai, you and I are classmates, and we should help each other."

Hearing this, Bai Ye looked at Ci Song with gratitude in his eyes, "My wife's tuberculosis has relapsed and she is now bedridden. I will not participate in the next ranking competition. Junior Brother Ci, I wish you good results."

Bai Ye turned around and walked towards the remaining Confucian students.

Seeing this, the Confucian students all took a deep breath and retreated to the rear. Only one person remained standing still, and that person was Duanmu Qingcang.

Bai Ye walked up to Duanmu Qingcang, patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and said, "Qingcang, I'm sorry, this battle between heaven and man is my fault. I'll treat you to a drink later."

"This is what you said. I have long heard that Ning's wine is the best wine in Daliang. It has a price but no market. When the time comes, you can bring your brothers and sisters together and prepare ten altars for me. You and I will arrive You won’t come home until you are drunk!”

Duanmu Qingcang had a smile on his face. As Bai Ye's good friend, he naturally understood what Bai Ye was thinking. Even though he was injured by Bai Ye at Kong Shengfu, he never blamed him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely let you enter standing up and leave lying down."

Bai Ye's figure gradually turned into white light and disappeared from everyone's sight. Bai Ye's departure made everyone fall into silence. They looked at the direction in which Bai Ye disappeared, and couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in their hearts.

They admire Bai Ye for going so far for a woman. In their understanding, his wife is just a companion who accompanies them in life, not the most important existence in their lives.

But Bai Ye's behavior made them re-examine this concept. In this world, there may really be existences worthy of a person's all-out efforts to protect.

"Brother Ci Song!" Mo Yao threw himself into Ci Song's arms, buried his head in Ci Song's chest, and while shaking gently, said coquettishly: "I miss you so much, if not The identity of this fake Ci Song is so mysterious, I would have killed him long ago.”

"I miss you too." Ci Song didn't shy away and directly held Mo Yao in his arms.

Everyone present was instantly fed another mouthful of dog food, and the reunion between Ci Song and Mo Yao was warm and touching. They confided to each other their thoughts after farewell, and their feelings for each other became deeper in the joy of reunion.

"No wonder Junior Sister Mo kept a distance from Ci Song when she saw him along the way, and spoke very little. I thought it was the young couple who were having an argument, but I didn't expect Ci Song from before. 'Turns out to be a fake."

Beiyuan leaned against the stone wall quietly, looking at Ci Song and Mo Yao quietly, with a smile like an old father's on his face.

At this moment, Ci Song suddenly felt a murderous intention coming from behind him. He hugged Mo Yao with his left hand, and condensed golden lightning with his right hand to blast directly behind him.

"boom!"

A figure was instantly repelled by Ci Song, and a blue long sword was also knocked into the air by Ci Song, and finally fell to the ground.

"Wu Yun? How dare you attack me?" Ci Song looked coldly at the young man in blue in front of him, his tone full of murderous intent.

"It's a fight between you and me at Fenglin Peak. The battle has already begun. Why can't I attack you?"

Wu Yun's face turned red. It was obvious that he was jealous because he saw the aloof Junior Sister Mo, whom he had been pursuing so hard, acting so charming and shy in front of Ci Song, so he launched a sneak attack.

"mean!"

Mo Yao cursed angrily and looked at Wu Yun warily. At the same time, he came out of Ci Song's arms and stepped aside.

"you!"

Wu Yun was speechless by Mo Yao's words. His face flushed, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, he raised his right foot slightly, stepped on the ground suddenly, and his body instantly moved towards Ci Song.

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