"It's the scent of Han Jun's token!" In a pavilion, two old men wearing one black and one white Confucian shirt were playing chess. The old man in black suddenly stopped his hand and raised his head and said.

"Han Jun? The one from Zhongzhou?" The old man in white also hurriedly stopped what he was doing and asked.

"Well, a young man is holding his token, but he hasn't practiced yet." After a few seconds, the old man in black clothes withdrew his consciousness.

"Is he the disciple Han Jun likes? He wants us to train him at Zhulu Academy!" The old man in white shirt analyzed the chess piece with his fingers.

"It's obvious!" the old man in black shirt said and put the pieces on the chessboard.

"We don't need to worry about it?" the old man in white shirt wondered.

"Since he carries that token on his body, it already means that he is a student whom I value in Confucianism. I want to see who dares to have a wrong idea under my nose." The old man in black snorted coldly.

The old man in white shirt wanted to say that since he was the person he valued, shouldn't the academy send someone to pick him up? But thinking of the dean's temper, he had to give up.

The two continued their unfinished game.

In the restaurant, after the dishes were all served, Brother Guo asked for another jar of wine. No matter how much Han Fan tried to persuade him, it was in vain. He said he wanted to satisfy his greed. Han Fen looked at the porcelain jar that was about the size of three Brother Guo's heads.

Some people don't understand his understanding of satisfying cravings.

Except for Han Fen who was given a few drinks, Brother Guo drank the rest of the wine alone.

Han Fan was originally very anxious, but when Brother Guo put a hand on his shoulder and walked out of the restaurant step by step, showing off his glorious past as he walked, Han Fan's anxiety subsided.

Helpless, then relieved.

More than two years have passed like this, why rush for this moment.

There were several small carriages parked at the entrance of the restaurant. The carriage drivers were squatting in groups of three or five on the steps beside the restaurant, chatting. When they saw the two people coming out, the tall carriage driver said, "It's my turn this time."

After saying that, he stood up and went forward to greet them. The remaining coachmen looked at Han and Fan for a few times and continued chatting.

"Where are you two going? Do you want a car?" the tall coachman asked with a grin.

"Go to the nearest inn first, the cheaper one, and then go to Zhulu Academy."

"Hey~ that's good." When he heard about Zhulu Academy, the coachman said in surprise, but his years of experience in the martial arts world made him know that there are some things that you don't need to ask, especially things about the gods on the mountain. If you don't know, you may die, but no one will give it to you.

Call the shots.

After sending Brother Guo to an inn, Han Fen left a note and left.

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Of course, the old man in black clothes was not as relaxed as he said. Maybe outsiders didn't know it, but those who could be valued by the Central Continent must at least have the qualifications of the Seventh Realm.

While the old man in black shirt was playing chess, he was distracted and paying attention to Han Fan with his spiritual consciousness. He sent a message to the three disciples in the academy and asked them to greet Han Fan. After all, the old man in black shirt was just a man with a sharp mouth and a soft heart.

"It sounds like this young master is not a local from Chang'an City." During the journey, the driver kept chatting with Han Fan.

"Yes, it's my first time in Chang'an City."

"There are many good places in Chang'an City, and the most famous one is the Hidden Immortal Tower. It is said that the girls in the Hidden Immortal Tower are as beautiful as the fairies in the sky."

"Oh, is it that exaggerated?"

"Sir, what I said is true and I am not bragging in the slightest."

"So brother, you must have seen the fairy in the sky."

"Young master, please don't make fun of me. I am an ordinary person. Wherever I see fairies, I just hear about them."

Han Fen did not enter the carriage, but sat with the driver, taking this opportunity to see more of the scenery of Chang'an City.

Thousands of miles away, the master and apprentice were still on their way. The master turned his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City:

"Young man is going to practice."

"Master, I know, I know. You must be talking about the young master who invited us to eat roast duck." The apprentice jumped to the answer. Thinking of that young master reminded him of the unforgettable roast duck.

"Yes, it's the roast duck man." The master replied with a smile.

After hearing this, the disciple blushed and stopped talking.

The master laughed!

In Chang'an City, there are Chang'an Sword Sect and Baita Temple as famous as Zhulu Academy. Not only the old man in black shirt sensed the aura of Han Jun's token, but also the other two schools and some experts from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Chang'an City.

But no one dared to think about it.

This is the deterrence brought by Confucianism and that Han Jun!

Han Fen twisted his body with some discomfort. He always felt that someone was watching him, but when he looked around, he didn't find any suspicious targets at all.

To reach Zhulu Academy, you need to take a main road, which can accommodate thirty carriages traveling side by side. On the main road, the court has explicitly prohibited vendors from setting up stalls. Only street vendors are dazzling, and there are all kinds of people on the road, and monks can be seen everywhere.

The entire world worships martial arts, except for some remote places that are relatively backward and lack information, like Xinghua Town where Han Fan is located.

Han Fen lamented while drinking wine, thinking that the wine in this big city was not as delicious as the Xinghua brewed wine in Xinghua Town.

Within the Chang'an Sword Sect, several young people were called to the sect leader.

"There is a young man who has been spotted by Zhongzhou and is going to Zhulu Academy. This is a good opportunity to meet this young genius.

Although this person has not yet practiced, he will have other strengths that you can learn from, so be sure not to take action." The leader of the Chang'an Sword Sect said to several of the most valued disciples of the sect.

At the same time, the same thing was happening in Baita Temple.

The carriage was still moving, and Han Fan suddenly noticed a commotion in front of him. The driver slowed down, and Han Fan stretched his neck to look.

"My lord, you are so lucky to be one of the Eight Heroes of Chang'an City!" The coachman's face was full of excitement.

"Eight Heroes of Chang'an?" Han Fan was curious.

"He is a disciple of the three major sects in Chang'an City."

Han Fen also vaguely saw eight young figures. The reason why he said vaguely was because there was a light curtain erected in the distance. The eight people were inside the light curtain, and the onlookers were outside the light curtain.

"Sir, we've arrived." The carriage stopped in front of the light curtain, and the driver rubbed his hands and said.

"Where is Zhulu Academy?" Han Fan looked around but didn't see it.

"So the young master doesn't know yet? Have you seen this light curtain? There is a huge difference between the inside and outside of the light curtain. Inside is the realm of the gods on the mountain, which ordinary people cannot enter." The coachman was a little confused about what Han Fan did.

Han Fen gave the money and jumped off the carriage. The crowd suddenly became quiet. They clearly noticed that the eight people in the light curtain focused their attention on Han Fan.

Han Fen walked slowly, and people made way for him.

Han Fan was also a little worried. He had not practiced yet, so what if he couldn't get in, but he was content with it now. Han Fan put one hand behind his back, and held the wine gourd in the other, taking a small sip with each step.

The token with Han Jun on his waist flashed, and Han Fen went straight through the light curtain.

Han Fen was shocked by the scene in front of him. When he entered the light curtain, he realized that there were two worlds separated by the light curtain. The scenes outside the light curtain were all fake!

If there is a utopia in the world, it is nothing more than this:

Fragrant grass grows everywhere, there are clear streams flowing, there are a few white cranes drinking water by the stream, there are giant trees up to 60 feet high, wild flowers of different colors bloom on the hillside, and butterflies play among the flowers.

The antique pavilions are built on the mountain, which are ingenious. From time to time, you can see unknown exotic birds flying in the sky.

"Poor Confucian scholars also drink?" Among the five people, a young man in white with a sword on his back joked.

Han Fan came back to his senses. After seeing this scene, Han Fan felt infinite pride and ambition in his chest. He glanced at the young man who asked the question, showing no fear at all.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Confucianism and Taoism remain in the heart." Han Fan took another sip of wine and said boldly.

I saw an extremely strong sense of Taoism emerging from Han Fen's body.

Han Fen didn't know it himself, but the five people saw it and were all shocked.

"You have to have some level of understanding, right? Tsk, tsk." Another young man from the Chang'an Sword Sect with a soft sword around his waist sighed.

"The talent is amazing." The young man from Baita Temple commented.

Han Fan turned to look at the three people further away. All three of them were wearing fitted Confucian shirts. Their long hair was tied up with hairbands. They had their hands in their wide sleeves and stood quietly. The young man in the middle looked at them with a smile.

Everything, no words were spoken.

"What an articulate boy. Do you know who we are? Considering the current situation, squeezing you to death is as easy as squeezing an ant to death." The young man in white with a sword on his back spoke sharply and showed a hint of momentum.

, pressing towards Han Fan.

Han Fen felt like he was having difficulty breathing. Although he didn't know why he was so targeted, he knew that this was his first step into the world of spiritual practice. He must not back down, otherwise, after this first time, he would

More and more times.

"If you turn around and go out, I can guarantee you a lifetime of prosperity and wealth, how about that?" the young man carrying the sword continued.

"Elder brother, the people from the Changping Sword Sect are bullying others too much, we..." Among the three young men in Confucian shirts, the young man on the right said angrily, but when he saw the young man in the middle turning around and patting him on the shoulder, he abruptly

Stopped.

Han Fen tried his best to support his body, his legs were already shaking a little. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sneered:

“Rotten shrimp and smelly fish!”

"What did you say?" The young man carrying the sword had a cold look on his face. He took a step forward, his long sleeves were windless, and the surging momentum surged toward Han Fan like a flood.

"There are trash like you everywhere. Why don't you compete with the leaders of your age? You will only bully me, an ordinary person who has not yet started to practice. Is it wrong to say that you are a rotten shrimp and a smelly fish? Do you dare to give me this?

In four years, I guarantee that you will be beaten so hard that your own mother will not be able to recognize you!"

Han Fen wiped the blood that overflowed from his face, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He only hoped that his method of provoking generals would work. At the same time, Han Fan also took the behavior of the three Confucian disciples into his eyes. Even if the method of provoking generals was useless, he knew that those three would not let it go.

If he really doesn't care about himself, he will be unlucky. Even if he risks his life, he will bite off a piece of his flesh. Han Fen secretly made up his mind.

"Arrogant! I will give you four years. After four years, you will be here. If your skills are not as good as others, don't blame me for being ruthless." After the sword-carrying boy finished speaking, he was about to leave.

What Han Fan didn't know was that in the eyes of the sword-carrying boy, he had already been included in the list of leaders of the young generation, but Han Fan needed some time to grow up.

"Wait a minute, Wang Yi, don't leave. If you want to spar, why wait a year? I can help you through two moves right now." After being instructed by the senior brother, the young man on the far right spoke again,

He stopped the sword-carrying boy who was about to leave.

"There will eventually be a battle between you and me, so you don't have to worry." The boy carrying the sword said as he walked, and soon he disappeared from everyone's sight.

"You must be my junior brother, I'm glad to meet you." The young man in the middle of the Confucian shirt finally spoke. After speaking, Han Fan found that he was already standing beside him, looking at him with a smile.
Chapter completed!