Yishan Jin got the recommendation letter from Director Zhao.

With this letter of recommendation, you can go as far as Chang'an from the mountains and meet the great Confucian scholars of the time.

Great Confucianism is a very rare literary position, corresponding to cultivating immortals, which is the realm of transforming into gods.

After the great Confucians, there are semi-saints.

With the help of layman Xiuyuan, and the fact that Yishan Jin is a disciple of Bai Zirou, the master of Yin Fei Sword, there are so many titles hanging on his forehead.

Yishan tried to enter the Qintian Prison, but he really did so with his eyes closed.

When he thought that he was about to hug the imperial court, Yishan Jin's mood instantly improved.

No matter what you say, the old blood demon, Master Wuji, the Abbot of Enlightenment, the Rakshasa Ghost King... all these messed up people.

Want revenge?

I'm sorry, I'm going to become a member of the imperial court soon.

Behind me is the Daqi Dynasty!

If I join the Qintian Prison in the future, I might have the opportunity to go to the sect where you people practice to enforce the law.

When you can't say anything, say this:

"Oh, it's you, who is the one who has a grudge against my master Bai Zirou?"

The other party must have a horrified expression on his face as he kept saying:

"I didn't, I'm not, others are talking nonsense."

It's very comfortable.

"Disciple, disciple?"

Yishan was stunned for a moment, and Bai Zirou in front of him was looking at him strangely:

"Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"

"When I think that I can go to Qintian Prison right away and protect Master from enemies, I can't help but be happy."

Yi Shanjin said with a smile, while Bai Zirou sighed softly:

"If I had a choice, my teacher would rather face those enemies than see you, my disciple, enter the world and go to the palace and temple. The human heart is the most dangerous thing in this world, and it is even more so in the court. I, my disciple, must not be careless.

"

Yishan Jin also understood what Bai Zirou meant and nodded in agreement.

Now that they have received the letter of recommendation from Chief Zhao, there is no point in continuing to stay in Hanzhong Fuyin.

It's better to hurry up and get to Chang'an City.

Yishan is trying to restore his essence, but Bai Zirou's enemies don't know when they will attack again.

Only when we reach Chang'an, with the emperor at his feet and the imperial court in his arms, can we be safe.

As for the escaped green snake and the subsequent case, that is beyond Yishan's control.

And why do those green snakes lurk in brothels and kill civilians?

Naturally, it is to seize human essence and use it as a demon cultivator.

The two of them packed up their things, took a hundred taels of silver with them, and set out on the road early in the morning.

When leaving, Chief Zhao, the Governor of Hanzhong, and the bad commander Li Guodong all came out to see him off.

Everyone arrived at the Shili Street Pavilion and formally said goodbye.

Master Zhao looked at the backs of Yi Shanjin and Bai Zirou leaving, feeling a little lonely.

Hanzhong Prefecture Yin smiled slightly and said to Mr. Zhao next to him:

"The Autumn Ceremony is coming soon. When Master Zhao wins the imperial examination and enters the Juren position, in February next year, you will go to Chang'an to attend the Spring Ceremony, and you will naturally be able to meet Master Yida."

Chief Zhao also nodded and said with a smile:

"Master Fu Yin is ridiculous. It is so difficult to get a humanities position. The Qiu Wei exam has not yet been taken, and the lower officials really dare not ask for it."

Zhao Guangrong was only a scholar, and because he was a scholar, he could be the chief registrar. Naturally, there was something about him being his teacher.

Li Guodong also laughed and said:

"With Master Zhao's talent and knowledge, let alone passing the imperial examination, there is a chance that he will be able to win the title of Yuan!"

"Exactly."

"Master Zhao is so talented that he will definitely have no problem with his promotion of humanities."

"Teacher Master Zhao is a great scholar of our time, and his future is limitless!"

Everyone said this again.

Mr. Zhao was so sucked that he took off.

Yishan Jin was driving the fairy sword and was taking Bai Zirou all the way towards Chang'an, flying with the sword.

The little white fox was still huddled in Yishan's clothes, with only one head exposed at this time, and its hair was blown back by the wind.

Sitting on the fairy sword, Yishanshan just remembered something and said to Bai Zirou:

"Master, among the snake demons that the apprentice met yesterday, some of them seem to know the Yin Fei Sword, and they have a look of fear on their faces. Could it be that they were also Master's enemies in the past?"

Bai Zirou thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"Among my enemies, there are many demon cultivators, but those who are still alive are either in the realm of refining gods, in the realm of transcending tribulations, or in the realm of demons. The snake demon you encountered yesterday, disciples, I heard from Fu Yin that the cultivation level

The highest one, that is, the bustard mother, is only in the spiritual realm. Such a low-level demon cultivator really has no impression as a teacher."

"Master, don't worry, it doesn't matter what demons and ghosts are in the demons and tribulations, the Demon Lord is in a mess."

Yishan said with all his heroic spirit:

"When the disciples enter Qin Tian Prison, we will deal with them one by one."

Bai Zirou smiled softly when he heard this, then nodded and said:

"As a master, you can't be lazy. You need to improve your cultivation as a disciple as soon as possible. If you are tired of wielding a sword, you can find a place to stay and practice together as a master with your disciple."

"Ah? Master, I just practiced dual cultivation yesterday, and I'm here again today. Can Master's body... be able to bear it?"

"There's nothing I can't stand. I just brought your spiritual energy essence into my body. I can still stand it."

After hearing what Master said, Yishan Jin didn't say anything.

Tian Du said no problem, I am a cow and I can’t be lazy!

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Chang'an is a majestic place with endless ancient roads.

There is an endless stream of pedestrians, cars and horses on the road.

The shadow of the mighty city wall can already be seen.

Yishan Jin, wearing a Taoist robe, walked with Bai Zirou on the Chang'an ancient road.

To prevent Bai Zirou's appearance from causing trouble, she had put on a white veil.

Yi Shanjin was still holding an old horse in his hand and humming a brisk tune.

Feel good.

During the distance from Hanzhong to Chang'an, in addition to flying with swords, everyone in Yishan was practicing horseback riding.

Although the monks can fly with swords.

But flying with a sword is laborious and laborious.

Before the golden elixir stage, few monks can fly from morning to night.

What's more, the air around Chang'an is restricted.

Never mind that you are a monk, a Taoist, a Confucian, a martial artist.

If you dare to fly above Chang'an, you will be tired of life.

Even Bai Zirou in his heyday was so powerful that he could hardly find an opponent anywhere in the world.

Nor would he fly with his sword in Chang'an and cause trouble for himself.

Learning to ride a horse is not a bad thing.

The man leading the horse stood at the foot of Chang'an City at the end of the mountain, looking at the towering city wall in front of him and the guards of the Chang'an Imperial Army with distinct armors.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Fighting with swords to the end of the world, the young ranger sings to Chang'an!

Joy! Joy!

"The capital Chang'an is still more impressive."

Yi Shanjin looked at Chang'an City in front of him and sighed.
To be continued...