If there is a happiness index, Xinghua Town is definitely one of the best places. The residents in the town have simple personalities and are all born with an optimistic temperament.

Laughter can be heard on every street in the town, whether from children or adults. Older people like to spend their lazy afternoons at the teahouse. Rumor has it that this is the home of a great figure in Confucianism.

Place of birth, but after all, that is a statement passed down three hundred years ago, and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

Early spring is approaching, and all things are showing fresh vitality in their eagerness to move. A few touches of green can't wait to emerge from the earth that has not completely dissipated the cold.

Five miles away from Xinghua Town, on the trail, which was slightly narrow, the master and the apprentice were walking one behind the other.

The master is about forty years old, and the apprentice looks to be thirteen or fourteen years old. Both the older one and the younger one are wearing green robes. The apprentice is carrying a small bookcase and imitates the master, taking long steps with the wide sleeves of the robe.

The master swung his disciple's arms back and forth, creating waves of breeze. The master held one hand behind his back and the other holding a scripture.

"Changren, don't complain that the book box is too heavy and the journey is too long. We Confucians have a saying that reads ten thousand books and travels ten thousand miles." The master started to ramble again.

"Master, I'm not complaining." The apprentice looked at the back of the master's head with open eyes.

"Ahem, do you think the master can't see what's in your heart?" The master explained, how can a master be embarrassed in front of his disciples?

"Oh, I'm complaining because, master, you put your books in my book box." Children are always childlike.

"Look at the wild flowers growing on both sides of the path. They are beautiful and tenacious. They grow wild and wild. No one tells them how to bloom beautifully." The master felt guilty and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Where are the wild flowers?" The disciple looked at the bare grass.

"In my heart," the master said enigmatically.

"Master, how far do we have to go before we can reach our master's hometown?" He had long been accustomed to his master's nonsense in his spare time, so he asked directly.

"Coming."

"You said that three days ago!"

On the bank of the Spring River, the sun was shining brightly. A young man in a sky-blue robe was half lying on the grass by the river, holding a straw pole in his mouth, supporting the back of his head with both hands, crossing his legs, and leisurely watching the wind blowing on the river.

of waves.

If there are experts here, they will find that the strong Taoist intention emerges from the young man. However, without practice, this Taoist intention has no effect at all, but it is indeed a manifestation and symbol of the young man's astonishing understanding.

After looking at the sun, it was time for lunch. The young man stood up, patted his clothes casually and left. Han Fan had already thought about it. Although he did not have an understanding that was different from ordinary people, his qualifications could be used to practice.

, isn’t this already a blessing among misfortunes? Why should we be disappointed!

It was noon, and the business of Hanji Tavern was booming, with an endless stream of guests. Most of them were people who left after the selection of the Changping Sect. They were depressed after losing the election. They came here just to drink away their sorrows and fill their stomachs.

Sitting next to the window on the second floor, Han Fen rested his left arm on the window sill and held in his right hand the signboard of the young master of Xinghua Town - a crystal clear wine gourd. The wine printed colorful colors on the table under the reflection of the sun.

It's really pretty.

This is their family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. When it came to Han's father's generation, Han's father asked someone to appraise the quality of the gourd, and learned that it was a crystal made of a special material and was not very valuable. In the spiritual world, this kind of thing was just put away.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is at most a luxury item.

If you look at the little daughter of the Sun family, this gourd has absolutely nothing to do with its value. At most, it can be considered a good-looking item.

After learning the truth, Han's father was immediately disappointed and no longer paid attention to this so-called family heirloom, so it was fortunate enough to become Han Fan's personal belongings.

"I'm sorry, I'm objective. The seats are already full. Why don't you wait?" the waiter in charge of reception at the door on the first floor said apologetically.

Standing at the door were the two masters who had come from afar. The master looked over the waiter and saw that it was indeed overcrowded. As if out of reluctance, he raised his gaze to the second floor.

Han Fen had nothing to do, watching the people coming and going outside the window, and happened to meet the middle-aged man's eyes.

"There, waiter, we can share a table with that young man." The middle-aged man pointed to where Han Fan was.

The waiter raised his head and looked at Han Fan with questioning eyes. Han Fan nodded and took another comfortable sip of wine.

After a while, the master and apprentice came upstairs and sat across from Han Fan. The apprentice took off the bookcase on his back and placed it at his feet, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

"Thank you little brother, otherwise we don't know how long we would have to wait." The middle-aged man bowed his hand to Han Fen.

"It's nothing. Two more guests will also make more money, why wouldn't I do it?" Han Fan sat up straight and saluted back, smiling.

The middle-aged man saw Han Fan's behavior in his eyes and was a little relieved. Where Old Master Han was born, people were very polite.

"It turns out that this tavern belongs to a little brother. He is young and promising."

"It belongs to my brother, and I am responsible for eating and drinking." Han Fan was a little confused. The two should have a master-disciple relationship, otherwise the disciple would not have to carry a book box. The book box means a lot of things. It is rumored that the academy's

The disciples are like this, and the academy is the sect of Confucianism distributed in the vertical and horizontal areas. You will know one or two after a while.

Han Fen had long wanted to join Confucianism, but after two years of inquiring, he realized how remote his place was. Even Yancheng did not have an academy, which made him a little at a loss. Now that he knew that his talent was average,

Han Fen became more determined to enter Confucianism. At least there were some advantages, right?

"Master, I'm hungry." The apprentice didn't care about the courtesy between the master and the brother opposite.

This is when the waiter just brought Han Fan's lunch, which was a roast duck and a plate of peanuts. Apart from the unforgettable apricot blossom wine, the specialty of Han Ji Tavern is the roast duck in front of him. It looks only better than Han Fan's.

Han Fan couldn't help but smile at the salivating expression of the boy who was a few years younger.

"Brother Wang, please bring me two more sets of bowls and chopsticks." Han Fan said to the waiter.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

When the dishes and chopsticks were served, the apprentice did not move them in a hurry, but looked at the master expectantly.

The middle-aged man nodded. The apprentice was already ready to go. He tore off a golden duck leg and ate it as if no one was watching.

"Thank you for the hospitality, little brother." The middle-aged man said and started eating with chopsticks. It seemed that the two masters were very hungry.

Han Fen ate the peanuts and sipped the wine, but he didn't know that the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with horror after seeing Han Fen's wine gourd, and then quickly returned to normal.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the apprentice leaned back on the chair, touched his round belly, and looked satisfied.

After all, the middle-aged man couldn't resist the aroma of wine wafting from Han Fen's gourd. Under the disdainful eyes of his disciples, he asked the waiter for a cup and asked Han Fan for a sip of wine.

"Master, didn't you say that you have stopped drinking?" the apprentice asked, his mouth full of oil.

"Yes, I quit for a while, but now I don't quit." The master also responded calmly, without any embarrassment.

"There is another way of saying this." The apprentice turned his head to the other side in a strange tone.

"I would like to ask, little brother, where did you get this gourd? It looks very eye-catching." The master finally couldn't bear the horror in his heart and asked.

"This is an heirloom of our Han family. Later it was appraised and found to be of average value, so it became my wine container." Han Fan said.

"The value of this gourd is extraordinary." The master thought to himself. If he didn't make a mistake, this was an opportunity for Old Master Han to stay here. It was just that multiple seals were imposed on it. Only when he had enough cultivation could he break the seals one by one.

The premise of all this is that the gourd must first recognize its owner. The gourd is a magic weapon and has its own spirituality. The middle-aged man can see that the gourd has not recognized its owner yet, but Han Fen can open it at will and use it to hold wine.

Naturally, he has already been recognized by Gourd. As long as Han Fan embarks on the path of cultivation, everything will fall into place naturally.

The gourd has a clever blinding technique. Only those with powers above the eighth level can see the clues. The middle-aged man recognized the gourd because he was one of the disciples of Master Han, so he naturally knew a thing or two about his master.

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Seeing that Gourd already had the intention of recognizing his master, the middle-aged man was naturally willing to follow the trend.

"Little brother, I heard people around me discussing the Changping Sword Sect's selection of disciples. Did Young Master go to participate in the selection?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Of course I'm participating." Han Fen looked calm.

"Then..." With the middle-aged man's cultivation, he can naturally see Han Fan's bones with his eyes. Although his cultivation qualifications are only above average and cannot be regarded as extraordinary talents, such qualifications are still possible in a large sect.

Those who become inner disciples will not lose out.

"Sixteen people were selected, and I was one of them, but I refused." Han Fen said calmly.

"Why?" The person who asked was the disciple. Although he was young, he also knew that in such a small place, being able to join the Changping Sword Sect would be equivalent to a successful career, so how could he refuse.

"I want to join Confucianism, but there seems to be no academy nearby. I have no choice but to... cultivate myself and wait for my destiny." Han Fan said with a smile.

"It's a good thing to cultivate one's body before one's fate." The middle-aged man smiled and was extremely happy.

The disciple looked at the master. Although the master usually talked and laughed, he could feel that this time, the master's happiness was particularly sincere, as if he was relieved and happy to see that his disciple had made a difference.

"Master, what does it mean to cultivate one's body and wait for one's destiny?" the apprentice interjected.

"Ahem, what does the master usually teach you?" the middle-aged man feigned anger.

"You have never been taught this sentence." The apprentice commented.

"What it means is to improve one's own quality and wait for opportunities to come." The middle-aged man explained.

…

The master and apprentice left the restaurant and walked on the street.

"There is God's will in the dark, hahaha." The master smiled happily. It happened that Gourd wanted to recognize his master, it happened that the young man just wanted to join Confucianism, and he happened to meet their master and apprentice. All of this was not God's will.

What?

The middle-aged man felt that his heart was clear and he seemed to have figured out something. The bottleneck stuck at the peak of the Seventh Realm also showed signs of being ready to move.

Han Fen looked at the jade square card in his hand. It was crystal clear and surrounded by simple patterns and seal carvings. On the front was engraved the word "Han Jun" with a sharp and penetrating style. On the back was the word "self-cultivation", which was completely opposite to the front. The style was round and clear.

The Tiancheng man's words were also remembered firmly in Han Fan's heart:

"Take this token and go to Zhulu Academy in Chang'an City to find a man named Sun Zheng. This is your reward for entertaining my master and apprentice today. It is also your opportunity. Although the journey is far away, you can read thousands of books.

If you can’t bear this little difficulty when traveling thousands of miles, let’s not even talk about cultivation.”
Chapter completed!