The intent is self-explanatory.

Zhao Feng understood that Old Man Zhao was not very old, and it was not impossible to have an heir, but after thinking about it, Zhao Feng still decided to admit this family business. After all, he's not in a very good place right now.

Zhao Feng quietly came to the door to confess his relatives, and the old man Zhao was suspicious, he knew that Songyang Temple was destroyed, how could a fool escape? When he heard this, he suddenly aged many years, but at the age of fifty, his beard was gray, and he looked like a seventy-year-old man.

However, Zhao Feng knew a lot about things inside and outside the Songyang Temple, and Old Man Zhao hesitated for a moment before finding a spirit talisman to identify the bloodline. After using the spirit rune, it really showed that Zhao Feng was his descendant.

However, Old Man Zhao was still a little suspicious, he felt that Zhao Feng might not be that fool, it should be the seed left by his own boss outside, no matter what, after all, his own bloodline is not bad, enough to deal with the inquiries of the imperial court.

The next day, Zhao Feng followed Old Man Zhao straight to the capital.

Along the way, Old Man Zhao was very attentive to Zhao Feng, and a few days after returning to the capital, Old Man Zhao announced that he also had a grandson. Because Old Man Zhao had a title canonized by the imperial court, the imperial court also verified Zhao Feng's identity, and the means were nothing more than the spiritual method of bloodline identification. The results all showed that Zhao Feng was the descendant of Old Man Zhao, and the imperial court had no choice but to recognize this fact.

When Zhao Feng returned to the capital, Old Man Zhao gave up his old face to beg for help, and within a few days, Zhao Feng was sent to the most famous school in the Tiantai Kingdom-Jiuyue Xue Palace.

Jiuyue School Palace is the first school in the Tiantai Kingdom, and the entry is extremely strict. Zhao Feng was at the beginning of his mind, and his knowledge was not satisfactory, but this learning ability was like divine help, no matter what it was, it was a recitation, which shocked Old Man Zhao.

Zhao Feng's opportunity to enter the Jiuyue Academy was sought in the end, and because he was too old, he couldn't enter a good academy, and finally reluctantly entered the history academy with the smallest number of people. Even so, Old Man Zhao was happy for a long time. According to him, as long as he has studied in the Jiuyue School Palace, no matter which academy it is, after going out, others will look up to him, and this half foot will be regarded as entering the official gate. According to Old Man Zhao's plan, Zhao Feng's spiritual cultivation qualifications are not outstanding, not to mention that the cultivation method is not very good, instead of seeking the ethereal way of immortality, it is better to be an official, sit on great power, and enjoy the wealth of the world. However, what Old Man Zhao didn't know was that Zhao Feng didn't have much interest in historiography, let alone being an official, he was most interested in spiritual cultivation, even if it seemed like a dream. That's the case, Zhao Feng still used a lot of effort to learn this way. However, his history coursework was not delayed, so that he succeeded in his studies a few years later, and after completing his studies, he was hired as a teaching assistant and stayed in the Jiuyue Academy to teach. said that it was a teaching assistant, in fact, it was a lecturer, and the Jiuyue School Palace still paid more attention to knowledge, not to mention, this historiography is still somewhat useful for monks, at least, when you go out and encounter an antiquity, you can't even tell the good from the bad It's a joke.

Five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and in the early spring, a convoy came from the Muyue Mountain Range of the Tiantai Kingdom.

The convoy trudged through the winding mountain paths, and in a carriage in the middle of the convoy sat a tall, round-shouldered, fat-covered scholar, in a wide scholar's uniform. At this moment, the scholar was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and the jolting of the carriage did not affect his sleepiness in the slightest. This is Zhao Feng, now, he is a twenty-one-year-old sturdy young man, he is said to be strong, but in fact he is elevated, to be precise, he is a fat mess. In the past few years, Zhao Feng has been restrictive, except for his academic performance, his spiritual cultivation has not been mentioned, of course, his cultivation is not ranked in the Jiuyue Academy. The Jiuyue School Palace is most famous for teaching spiritual law, so there is a saying that the spiritual court is the inner courtyard and the other colleges are the outer courtyard.

The carriage that Zhao Feng was riding encountered a slope, and he couldn't go up, so he let the coachman whip hard, and the strength of the two blue-maned horses was exerted, but the carriage still didn't move, but there were some signs of regression.

At this time, a majestic middle-aged man came down from the carriage behind, and the middle-aged man fell to the front of the carriage in a vertical leap, and asked the coachman in a deep voice: "Why don't you go, it's delayed, take you and ask!" ”

The purple-faced coachman hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, bowed his head and said with a sneer: "Master Jiaoxi, this horse is tired, I will whip a few more times, and I will go up, and I will go up!" ”

The middle-aged man ignored him and only said, "With him in the car, you will kill the horse and you will not be able to get up." While speaking, the middle-aged man flicked his fingers, and a finger wind shot out, hitting Zhao Feng's head.

Zhao Feng was having a good dream, grinning widely, and his words were dripping. This finger wind struck, and the scholar jumped up at once, and his forehead hit the roof of the carriage, and he was dizzy again. When he opened his eyes, a pair of dark purple eyes were still full of confusion, and it took a long time for the fat scholar to react, and he hurriedly jumped out of the car, nodded and asked, "Religious Xi, what do you need to serve?" ”

Religious Xi glanced at him and said, "Zhao Feng, if you are so fat, you really live up to your nickname of the Three Bears of the History Academy." ”

Zhao Feng began to muttered in his heart, this religious habit has always been unkind to him, he has always been holding it, where did he offend this snob? The coachman whipped the horse twice, and the carriage climbed up the hill with ease. This time, Zhao Feng figured it out at once, his feelings, he was too heavy, and the carriage he pressed couldn't move.

"This, this, hehe." Zhao Feng felt a little embarrassed.

Religious Xi didn't say anything, shook his head and left, as for his disdainful eyes, Zhao Feng directly ignored it. At this time, there was a chaos in front of the convoy, Zhao Feng looked over, and saw a red giant hand falling from the sky, slapping out heavily, "boom" with a loud sound, a boulder that was originally blocked on the path was directly slapped out, and plunged into the valley next to it.

"Spiritual Law!" Seeing the giant hand slowly dissipate, Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. Since getting off Xingyue Peak, Zhao Feng has not stopped studying over the years, but unfortunately, "Mixed Yang Heart Lamp" has never made great progress, and "Qi Induction Yuan Xianggong" has been practiced by him to the seventh layer of the Qi Gathering Realm, after all, this exercise was born from the Zhenpai method of Songyang Guan, and it can be regarded as a good method of practicing qi, but this method can only be practiced to the realm of spiritual source, and there is no more in the top.

These days, Zhao Feng didn't have much schoolwork, so he was arrested as a coolie and went to this barren mountain to explore an ancient tomb.

"The road is open, follow behind!" There was a greeting from the front. The convoy began to move slowly again, and Zhao Feng was really embarrassed to take the car this time, so he had to follow the convoy on foot. Zhao Feng is fat, strong, and profound, and has advanced skills, which is not in his eyes at all. I saw that he was sturdy and fell behind the carriage without hurrying, just in time to enjoy the view.

Now it is the season of spring in March, when the grass grows willow green and flowers begin to bloom. After walking for a while, Zhao Feng sat back in the carriage, took out the book and shook his head and read it, and the other dozen or so students who read it had mockery on their faces, and said in a low voice: "This fool doesn't even understand anything." Zhao Feng heard it from afar, and it was also in the left ear and out of the right ear, among these students, six were students from the School of History, and the remaining twelve were disciples of the Spirit Court, and there were three female monks, God knows what these people were doing with them, but these male monks of the Spirit Court were very hard working all day long, and they were all proud like little peacocks on the screen. This kind of pretentiousness made Zhao Feng look a little disgusting, most of their monks were only at the third or fourth level of the Qi Gathering Realm, and even the martial arts masters in the army could kill them, and they didn't know where they got their confidence.

The convoy walked more than ten miles, climbed over a mountain, and saw a simple wooden village set up on the opposite mountain in the distance. When the wooden village came into view, the convoy erupted in laughter, and after trekking for more than ten days, it finally reached the land boundary.

There is a way to look at the mountain to run a dead horse, to come to the wooden village, it took three more hours, until the day is thin, the convoy slowly entered the wooden village.

At this time, the four corners of the wooden village lit a campfire, and there was also a bonfire everywhere, a large and rich camp tent in the middle of the camp, and the night pearl was hung up, and the tent was full of it, and the religious Xi and others were drinking happily with the owner of this place in the tent. Zhao Feng was also invited because he was born in the Jiuyue School Palace.

Although it is deep in the mountains, this banquet is not ambiguous at all, the chicken, duck and fish are exquisite, and there are some mountain delicacies and game, which makes the banquet have a unique flavor. When Zhao Feng arrived here, he just threw off his arms and ate, and listened carefully as he did the outside.

The three on the throne, one is the prince of this dynasty - Zhong Haitao, counting, this is the cousin of the monarch of this dynasty. At a glance, he is indeed very rich, dressed in a golden-red Jiaowen official uniform, one is the courtyard of the Jiuyue School Palace History Academy, Luo Xingzhai, he is the old qualification of the Jiuyue Academy, although he is more than seventy, it looks like he is around forty, this is a pedant everywhere, but no one dares to underestimate him, because he is a monk of the True Dan Realm, and the one who is here is comparable to the white-headed worship next to the prince of Lu. The other is a black-skinned general, this is the leader of the local garrison - the brave commander Mao Zhen, this captain is not a monk, obviously the internal skills are extremely exquisite, here, he represents the majesty of the imperial court, so he can sit on the throne. However, after the lieutenant entered the big tent, he sat there, and never said a word unless someone else accosted him.

From the words of Prince Lu, Zhao Feng heard some news. It turned out that the so-called "big tomb" excavated this time should be regarded as the ancestral land of a certain family, and it is an underground cave group, which should be built by a certain family.

Prince Lu also took out a few stone carvings, and Zhao Feng looked at it from a distance and knew that this was Yuwen. Yuwen is the script of the ancient Night Rain Dynasty.