After the young scholar finished speaking, there was a dark brown bamboo slip in his hand, and the bamboo slip had a white word "saint" written on it.

Immediately after that, the young scholar stretched out his index finger and made a few strokes in the void, and after a while, a large black character appeared in the air.

"Confucian!"

This character is not a common word of Wuji 6, but a relatively old font, and Su Chen only recognized it after looking at it for a while.

When that word appeared, the words on the wall in front of it lit up at the same time, and then a total of seventy-four words appeared at the same time, flying in the air and combining.

"Boom!"

A moment later, there was a rumbling sound from the wall, followed by a milky white vortex.

Through the whirlpool, Su Chen could faintly hear Lang Lang's reading, and looked at the white buildings inside one after another, and the holy power in them was even stronger, and if he didn't look carefully, he thought he was shrouded in white clouds.

"Mr. Su, go in. The young scholar said respectfully, "I am not skilled enough to enter." ”

"Okay, thank you!"

Su Chen nodded and said, and after speaking, he stepped into this white vortex.

"Whew!"

After Su Chen entered, the vortex disappeared immediately and returned to its original appearance again.

"Whoa!"

In the inner courtyard of the Holy Confucian Academy, the bamboo forest swayed with the wind and the breeze blew slowly, and in front of Su Chen, there was a high mountain covered with green bamboo, and there was a simple pavilion on the top of the mountain.

There were two figures in the pavilion, but they were too far away to see their appearance.

"Brother Su, come up!"

Just as Su Chen was browsing around, a strange voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Meng Wuya?"

Su Chen was slightly stunned, glanced around, and then his gaze stayed on the pavilion.

"Good. ”

Su Chen subconsciously transmitted, and then heard Meng Wuya chuckle and said, "Please forgive me for not being able to greet you." ”

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. ”

Su Chen smiled, and then walked towards the pavilion in front of him.

The mountain is not very high, and the way up the mountain is only a path paved with stones, and a soft and comfortable feeling appears when you step on the path.

In the bamboo forest, there is a breeze, birdsong, and the sound of flowers blooming and falling.

An unusually relaxing aura instantly spread throughout Su Chen's body, and the long-term vigilance made Su Chen's pores relax, and after taking a deep breath of the fresh air in the bamboo forest, Su Chen suddenly felt refreshed.

After a while, Su Chen came to the top of the mountain, and in the pavilion in front of him, a white man in green clothes had his back to Su Chen, and opposite the man in green clothes was Meng Wuya, who was dressed in white.

"Brother Su, you're here!"

Feeling Su Chen's arrival, Meng Wuya slowly stood up and arched his hand and smiled.

Su Chen nodded and saluted and said, "Brother Meng is disturbed. ”

Meng Wuya raised his head and smiled, pointed to the man in Tsing Yi beside him and said, "This is the family teacher Kong Wenzhi. ”

"Seniors are good, juniors Su Chen. ”

The white-clothed man did not look back, but stared quietly at the bamboo water cup in his hand.

After listening to Su Chen's words, Kong Wenzhi raised his head slightly and said softly, "Sit down." ”

Kong Wenzhi's voice was very old, and even Su Chen heard a breath of death from it, as if this old man was about to die.

"Yes. ”

In the face of this peerless Confucian, Su Chen naturally did not dare to have any rudeness.

Several great Confucians in the Holy Confucian Academy were extremely respected even in the Tang Dynasty, and it is said that even the emperors of the current dynasty and previous dynasties would be extremely respectful.

When Su Chen gently sat on the stool made of bamboo on the side, he saw Kong Wenzhi's appearance clearly.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his face was full of wrinkles and age spots, but even so, Su Chen felt a strong and extremely holy aura.

If you look closely, Kong Wenzhi's skin occasionally has a milky white glow appearing, which is an anomaly that can only appear after cultivating Confucianism to the extreme.

After Su Chen sat down, Meng Wuya also sat down, and then took the bamboo teapot on the table and poured Su Chen a cup of tea.

While pouring Meng Wuya, he also said softly: "This is a green bamboo wine brewed by the master himself, which has a refreshing effect. ”

What Meng Wuya didn't say was that Kong Wenzhi was only allowed to drink this green bamboo wine, and Su Chen was the fourth person today!

"Thank you. ”

Su Chen took the cup with both hands and thanked him.

Seeing that Meng Wuya and Kong Wenzhi didn't mean to speak, they gently sniffed the wine in the bamboo cup, which was pale cyan and flowed quietly in the cup, but at first glance it looked like mutton fat.

There was a faint flow of a cyclone in the transparent wine, and the cyclone rotated counterclockwise, and every time it turned, there was an emerald green ripple spreading in all directions, gently rippling in the glass.

The rich aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of tea entered Su Chen's throat, and then a fresh and natural breath flowed into Su Chen's internal organs, and at this moment, a majestic fragrance spread.

"Good wine!"

Rao is Su Chen doesn't understand tea, and he also knows that this green bamboo wine is a rare and good wine.

"Brother Su thinks, what is good wine?" Meng Wuya put down the glass and looked at Su Chen with a smile and asked.

Su Chen thought for a while and said: "Good wine is good wine, in my opinion, good wine can make you feel good!"

Meng Wuya was slightly stunned and then smiled: "Brother Su's insight is very unique, and he has learned." ”

"Hehe, where, where. After Su Chen finished speaking, he put down the bamboo cup and said.

At this time, there is a fresh breeze blowing in the pavilion, the surrounding bamboo leaves are swaying with the wind, a cool breeze that makes people feel comfortable, and several white cranes fly from west to east in the distance.

"It's really like a fairyland!" Su Chen subconsciously exclaimed.

Meng Wuya smiled slightly when he heard this, and when he was about to speak, Kong Wenzhi said slowly: "Little guy...... Is your father Su Wudao?"

Kong Wenzhi's words were said very suddenly, so that Su Chen was suddenly stunned, but Meng Wuya lowered his head and poured wine, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Chen thought for a while and said softly, "It's my father." ”

"Huh...... Sure enough. Kong Wenzhi touched his beard and said with a meaningful smile.

"What do you mean?"

Su Chen couldn't help frowning, he felt that the reason why Meng Wuya came to find him was probably because he received Kong Wenzhi's order, so what did Kong Wenzhi want to say?

Kong Wenzhi didn't answer, but refilled a glass of wine for himself, and his thin big hand gently shook the wine glass and said, "God of War Su Wudao...... Oh, that's your father, who he is, do you know?"

"Father's identity?" Su Chen was slightly stunned, he really hadn't thought about this.

All along, he was thinking about how to meet his father and how to share the burden for his father, but as for his father's origin and who his father's family parents were, Su Chen never thought about it.