Yashan is located in the north of Shengjing City 15 miles.

The lonely peaks stand pretty, and the mountains are stacked and green.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, a bluestone-paved mountain road trail winds up, and it can be vaguely seen that the buildings of Yashan Academy are located on the mountainside halfway up the mountain, which is as small as a bean.

Yashan is already beautiful, and Yashan Academy has been located here for many years, with the blessing of literary energy, it is clear from afar.

Zhao Ming arrived at the foot of Yashan with a carriage, and as soon as Su Mu got off the carriage, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

At the foot of Yashan Mountain, there are all kinds of carriages parked, and there are countless literati dressed as Shengjing people and scholars.

It can be called a sea of people!

Seeing this, Su Mu couldn't help but say: "Spring poetry will be so lively? Half of the people in Shengjing are here, right?! ”

As far as he could see, there was a crowd of black oppressors.

It's crowded, and there's not even a road.

Zhao Ming was also stunned, wondering if there was something wrong with his memory, would there be so many people in the poems of previous years?

But he quickly reacted and said to Su Mu: "Childe, I'm afraid they all came to see you......"

"Clams? Come and see what I'm doing? ”

Su Mu has a black question mark on his face, he is the son of Confucianism, not Confucianism himself, is it worth paying so much attention?

It's like he's like some exotic beast.

But he didn't know that he had been diving incognito in Su Mansion for sixteen years, and in the eyes of the world, he was no different from a rare beast.

"How do I get there?"

Su Mu glanced at the towering cliff mountain, and then looked at the dense crowd at the foot of the mountain, and began to worry about how he should go up the mountain.

The road is blocked by this group of onlookers!

"Having said that, how many realms can you cultivate to fly? Can you fly now? ”

Su Mu looked at Zhao Ming with anticipation in his eyes.

It's all in the world of cultivating immortals, so you can't fly too much, right?

Zhao Ming, a little master of the seventh grade, looked pale when he heard this, scratched his head and said, "This ...... Volley flight is something that only a strong person with more than six grades can do. ”

The implication is that he can't fly, and he can't fly until he reaches the middle three grades.

The red-haired big bird standing on Su Mu's shoulder sneered: "Soldier cultivation is rude!" Except for a little thicker skin and a little bit of fighting, what else do you have? What are you guys still a? It's not like me, just fly! ”

Zhao Ming's forehead was bruised.

The so-called bird battle human power, standing on Su Mu's shoulder, the red-haired bird spoke in an increasingly arrogant tone.

But its words also attracted unkind eyes from the surroundings.

There were a lot of onlookers today, many of whom were military cultivators, and the red-haired bird's words mocked everyone.

I have to say that the group mocking ability is Max.

And in the gaze that came over, someone with sharp eyes noticed the nameplate of the Su Mansion on Su Mu's carriage, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Isn't that the carriage of the Demon King Mansion?" ”

Someone heard the sound and looked at it and found that it was really Sufu's carriage, so he said excitedly: "It's really true!" Could it be that the son of the Confucian saint has arrived?! ”

This remark instantly caused a commotion in the crowd.

"What? The son of the Confucian sage is here? Really? ”

"Where, where? Let me see! ”

"The one with the big red-haired bird standing on his shoulder, could it be the son of the Confucian saint?"

"Such a look and bearing, there must be no doubt!"

"Let me see, let me see."

"Ouch! Who squeezes me! me on the foot! ”

"It's really the son of a Confucian saint!"

……

After the carriage in Su Mansion was recognized, Su Mu instantly became the focus of attention of the audience, attracting all eyes.

They had been waiting here all morning.

Isn't it just to see Su Mu?

Everyone rushed to gather here, one by one excited, wanting to see the demeanor of the son of the Confucian saint.

Su Mu never thought that his first day of school would turn into a large-scale celebrity meeting.

"Childe, don't stay away from me!"

Zhao Ming cheered up and protected Su Mu behind him, while looking around vigilantly in case of accidents.

But there were too many onlookers, even if he was a seventh-grade military cultivator, it was not easy to protect Su Mu from the crowd.

You can't pull out a knife and hurt someone, right?

And just when Zhao Ming was hesitating whether to use force to deter, a cyan auspicious cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

I saw a few old men in Confucian robes, stepping on the green clouds and falling from the sky, their robes fluttering, like immortals descending to earth, falling in front of Su Mu and everyone.

These four old men in Confucian robes, one with a goatee, and thin cheeks; One holds a scroll in his hand and smiles gently; The other one is serious and unsmiling.

But the most striking is the one who is the leader.

The old man at the head was two meters tall, his wide robes could not hide his bulging muscles, and there was an ugly scar on the left side of his face, which looked extremely vicious!

Just standing there was like a mountain, giving people unparalleled oppressive force, and when he fell, Su Mu could clearly feel a slight tremor on the ground.

"This is Confucianism?!"

Su Mu looked up at the mountain-like old man in front of him, his heart was dumbfounded, and the appearance of Fan Ma Yongjiro involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He could be sure without hesitation that under the old man's wide Confucian robe in front of him, what was hidden was definitely a ghost back!

And as they appeared, everyone exclaimed.

"How many gentlemen are there in the dean, why have they all come down the mountain?"

"I guess I'm here to welcome the son of the Confucian Sage."

"Also, this kind of genius should be given enough attention to my Yashan Academy to study."

"It's been a long time since I haven't seen the dean, and his old man's body is still so healthy, which is really gratifying."

"Having said that, when I saw the dean for the first time, I was so frightened that my face turned pale, you can see that Su Gongzi is still calm and calm, and he is really extraordinary."

"The cliff mountain collapses in front of you without changing color!"

"He is worthy of being the son of a Confucian saint!"

……

Hearing the surrounding discussions, the corners of Su Mu's mouth twitched slightly.

Calm down a fart! He just didn't react for a moment!

But through the discussions of the people around him, he also understood that this Fan Ma Yujiro in front of him was ...... Oh no, the identity of this old man.

The other party turned out to be the dean of Yashan Academy!

"I've just started school, so I have to make a good impression."

Su Mu thought secretly in his heart, and then took a step forward to cross Zhao Ming and bow to the dean and a few old men.

"Su Mu, a junior student, has seen the dean and gentlemen."

The voice is clear, and the attitude is even more humble.

The dean and several gentlemen from the academy glanced at each other, and then smiled at Su Mu and said, "Don't be polite, Confucianism is my teacher, and you and the old man should be called equals." ”

"You can call the old man and brother."

The dean's voice did not match his vicious appearance, it was very gentle and mellow, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Su Mu also felt the kindness released by the other party, so he was not polite, and said with a smile: "I've seen senior brother." ”

Although the dean in front of him looked vicious, Su Mu never judged people by their appearance, so he naturally couldn't talk about fear.

"Hahahaha, good!"

The dean laughed, shook the surrounding leaves, stretched out his fan-like hand and patted Su Mu on the shoulder, and then said to everyone present: "Everyone is scattered, there is a poetry meeting on the mountain today, please feel free to watch it." ”

"However, congestion at the foot of the mountain will cause inconvenience to others, so please forgive me."

"The disciples of my academy stayed behind to maintain order and avoid stampedes and fights."

The dean gave an order, and all the disciples of the academy respectfully claimed that it was.

Immediately after that, with a wave of his big sleeves, a large stream of cyan clouds surged out of his sleeves, lifting Su Mu, Zhao Ming, and several other old men and flying towards Yashan.

Su Mu only felt that his feet were light, and then the whole person flew up, like a cloud!

"This is the method of Confucianism?"

Su Mu's spirits perked up, after coming to this world for so long, it was the first time he had seen such a miraculous power.

Although I know that flying away from the sky is the foundation for the strong people in this world, as a modern soul, it is quite a wonderful feeling to experience flying in the clouds and mist without the help of any tools.

The red-haired big bird stood on Su Mu's shoulder, leaned into his ear and said, "This old boy looks like a vulgar martial artist, but in fact he is really unusual. ”

"This cloud is called Pingbu Qingyun, it seems that he has cultivated Haoran Qi, and it is estimated that he is a strong man of the upper three grades."

Su Mu didn't understand what he meant, so he asked, "Rising to the top?" Haoran gas? Is there any correlation between the two? Didn't Zhao Ming say that you can fly when you reach the middle and third grades? ”

Although it is said that the red-haired bird's beak is very smelly, he really knows a lot of things, much more than Zhao Ming knows.

"He's a vulgar soldier who knows what a fart!"

The red-haired big bird first despised Zhao Ming, and then said, "Usually, the third-grade monks all fly with their natal objects, and if they don't have their natal objects, they will fly a hammer." ”

"Confucianism is more special, even if it is a Confucian cultivator of the lower three grades, he can fly briefly with the help of poetry; And if Confucian cultivation cultivates Haoran righteousness, he can obtain the supernatural power of rising to the top.

This kind of supernatural power is not ordinary, it is not a problem to control the green clouds and travel thousands of miles a day, the key is that there is no grade.

It is even possible to obtain the lower three grades of Confucian cultivation.

However, among the 10,000 Confucian cultivators, there may not be one person who has Haoran righteousness, and if you want to cultivate Haoran righteousness, you must have the right path in your heart and be virtuous.

Possessing Haoran righteousness is also an inevitable condition for Confucianism to rank among the top three grades; This old boy is so old, he is still the dean of the academy, and he is a third-grade powerhouse who has not run away. ”

After listening to the red-haired bird's explanation, Su Mu suddenly realized.

He probably understands the conditions for cultivating Haoran righteousness, and he has to be a moral model.

Going to the Qinglou shouldn't corrupt morality, right?

It's just to help a group of girls who are living in difficulty and teach them everything, and there is no other meaning.

The dean carried them higher and higher, and they could already overlook the scenery of the cliff mountain.

The scenery of Yashan is quite beautiful, next to the main peak of Yashan, and the stream at the top of the mountain bubbles through the woods, merging into a rapid, and cascading down from a rock to form an amazing waterfall.

Because the mountain is too high, the waterfall falls halfway up the mountain, and it is blown by the mountain wind, and the flowers are scattered; Then the mountain wind blew from the foot of the mountain, rolling up the water and soaring.

There is no waterfall flowing at the edge of the deep pool at the bottom of the mountain, and even if Su Mu flies in the air, he can only feel the drizzle in the sky.

This is the wonder of the cliff mountain, which is said to be the wind and water.

There is also a lush peach forest on the mountain.

"This peach forest is called Rulin, the master was looking for mountains here, and after eating the peaches, he dropped the peach pit and conceived it, and there was this peach forest over the years."

"The children of my academy often break branches and make pens here, and write poems and articles to get the blessing of literary luck."

The dean pointed to the peach forest and introduced to Su Mu with a smile, "The old man still has a peach wood pen there, and I will give one to my junior brother later." ”

"Thank you, brother."

Su Mu naturally wouldn't want something given away for nothing.

After a while, the dean carried him to the mountain behind the academy and flew into a bamboo forest.