Jiang Chen immediately took a bath and changed into a straight and elegant green clothes.

Only then did I find out that it was a set of high-grade magic robes with excellent spiritual quality!

Now that he has entered the product, put on the robe, and has reached the pinnacle of physical skills, after three years, Jiang Chen finally has the posture and aura of a cultivator.

Leaving the bamboo forest, Jiang Chen came to the stable.

led a cyan spirit horse cultivated by the beast master, rode out of Cui's mansion, and went to the inner city along Nanxian Street.

Nanxianfang is close to the south of the inner city, and extends south from the Zhuque Street to the south of Shilifang City.

After the revival of the aura, because there was no curfew in the outer city, and there was no ban on flying, Nanxianfang became the most prosperous fang market in Chang'an.

The guests of Nanxian Fang are cultivators from Chang'an, the whole Tang Dynasty, and even the world.

Cultivators can stay awake all night, so most of the shops in Nanxian Fang will be open all night, so there is a saying that "the lights of the five watches are sleepless, and the ten miles of Nanxian are a dream".

"Back then, I was shy in my pocket, and I didn't buy the product, so I only dared to shop in the East Market near Guozijian, and rarely came to Nanxianfang."

Jiang Chen had mixed feelings.

Noon is the busiest time in Nanxian Fang.

Large and small flying beasts or flying magic weapons converged from the air, dragging out a faint tail flame, and slowly fell towards the major flying docks.

There are also those that ride in a chariot, which can be called an open-top flying taxi.

The shops along the street are generally tall three-storey buildings, with simple and atmospheric shapes, far-reaching eaves, and strong arches, which are particularly elegant and free.

Even during the day, the streets are lit up like dragons.

The hundred-foot-wide streets are bustling with traffic.

The passers-by are mainly Han people, dressed simply and unrestrained, followed by Hu people and all kinds of Persians, with strange makeup and color, a grand scene of all countries coming to the dynasty.

"I think I've lived for twenty years in my previous life, and I've never seen so many foreigners."

Jiang Chen sighed.

The clerks of the spiritual weapon shop shouted on the street, with the gorgeous magic seal or light and shadow fairy color, bringing a variety of promotional discounts.

The liquor shop in the attic of the inn is swaying, and the laughter of the guests and the singers and the refreshing aroma of wine can be faintly heard.

There were many shocks and discussions outside the auction house, and the copper bell on the roof rang every time it was sold, and the sound of the melodious fairy resounded throughout the city.

In addition, there are some pawns of peddlers who set up street stalls.

For example, the farmer who sells spiritual agricultural products, the charlatan who sells dog skin qi refining pills, the handicraft craftsman who applies magic film to spiritual swords and magic weapons, the fortune teller who dresses up as a hidden master, or the storyteller who arranges royal anecdotes......

Jiang Chen rode a horse and walked on Nanxian Street, like a spring breeze.

Only then did I realize that no matter how proud the spring breeze is, no matter how anxious the horse's hooves are, it is impossible to see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

"However, I will definitely be a frequent visitor to Nanxian Fang in the future, and I don't care about it for a while."

By chance, he also saw a pharmacy run by Cui's house:

Cui's Thatched Cottage.

Yourong's brother Cui Xusheng is flirting with a female medicine boy in the store......

Jiang Chen originally wanted to get rid of the jade scales on the street and exchange money for some off-the-beaten-path exercises, but when he saw Cui's Thatched Cottage, he subconsciously dismissed this plan.

If my brother and sister-in-law find out, it will be embarrassing.

After passing through the Mingde Gate, Jiang Chen came to the inner city.

The flow of people in the inner city has not decreased, and the concentration of aura is better, but because of the prohibition of flight, the style is somewhat solemn and solemn, which is completely different from the fireworks and fairy qi of Nanxian Fang.

Here, you can meet any person who is above the fifth grade.

If you are riding a horse and the official position is not enough, you must give way.

Jiang Chen saw who let whom, and soon came to the gate of Guozijian.

……

The headquarters of the Guozijian is located in the main office.

Wubenfang is close to the imperial city in the north, Chongyi Fang in the south, there is Caoqu through the south of the fang and the east of the fang, and the east is the famous Pingkang Fang - the holy land of the teaching workshop, the birthplace of Song Miao, Jiangchen's dead party, since he was a child, he grew up listening to the sound of Yingsheng Yan and the sound of Guozijian reading, no wonder he will become the gynecological saint of Guozijian when he grows up.

Jiang Chen dismounted.

He originally wanted to lead the spirit horse to the stable of the Confucian Taoist Academy, but suddenly remembered that there was no moon, so he asked Wuyue to secretly put the spirit horse into the beast bead.

That's the good thing about the foal, it's a bit expensive.

Jiang Chen tidied up Tsing Yi and walked into Guozijian on foot.

Due to the limited area of the main workshop, the buildings in the prison are mainly multi-storey towers, supplemented by artificially stacked seven high mountains, and deep-dug underground caves, which can accommodate more than 10,000 disciples.

Guozijian is one of the few forces that has not yet been touched by Qiu Gong, and he hardly listens to the emperor, only to money.

No one can offend the lord of the sacrificial wine, and a large number of princes and nobles are included, and there are many strong people in the prison, so that the country has become independent and has maintained the status of the highest ivory tower in the inner city.

However, the common phenomenon of Guozijian today is: the teachers are very hanging, the students are very vegetable, and the quality of the students is surpassed by the famous academies in the outer cities or the major local sects, and the strength is getting worse and worse.

The advantage is that the style of study is free and eclectic.

Otherwise, with Jiang Chen's mediocre cultivation talent, no matter how well the poems are written, it will be difficult to enter the Guozijian in the Xianwu era.

During the Cold Food Festival and the Qingming Festival, Guozijian had a five-day holiday, and there were very few people in the school, most of them were poor children living in disciples' rooms, and they were all dressed in white uniforms.

Jiang Chen returned to school in green clothes, which was a little conspicuous.

After entering the product, he had to go to the mountain behind the Confucian Taoist Institute to visit his teacher Lu Mingyu, so as to give him the promotion product and add points.

In this way, he had the capital to go to the Martial Arts Academy's library to borrow high-level exercises.

Lu Mingyu was the great Confucian who saw Jiang Chen's poetry and invited him to the Guozijian with a special exception.

It is said that it is a great Confucian, but in fact, there are only five qualities of cultivation, and the Confucian classics are only a general study, and the attainments of poetry and literature are above the cultivation.

Before meeting his teacher, Jiang Chen took his own pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and copied Ye Shaoweng's "It's Not Worth Visiting the Garden" in the Southern Song Dynasty as a knock on the door to meet his teacher.

The mountain behind the Confucian and Taoist Temple.

Inside a thatched hut shrouded in an ink formation.

The hoarse, dry old man's voice was subdued:

"You should pity the moss on the tooth prints, and the small buckle firewood will not be opened for a long time. The spring garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ”

After reading it, closing his eyes, after a long time, the thin white-haired old man attached the poem to the spirit and put it in a storage bag to treasure.

Only then did he raise his eyes and look at Jiang Chen, who was dressed in green clothes.

"I haven't seen you for half a year, if I hadn't seen your words, the old man wouldn't have recognized you."

Jiang Chen bowed his hand and bent over, and his tone was extremely respectful:

"The teacher laughed, in the past six months, the students have been busy rushing to enter the products, neglecting to visit, and I hope that the teacher will not be strange."

Lu Mingyu was still immersed in the poem just now, frowning, and asked a little puzzled:

"It's a little strange to say, your style of writing is always the same, but the style of poetry is as changeable as the wind blowing clouds, why is that?"

Jiang Chen had to argue:

"Xu is because the disciples are endowed with all five elements."

Speaking of the five elements, Lu Mingyu found out that Jiang Chen had already entered the product, and the breath was still a nine-grade martial artist.

"The five elements are all endowed with products, presumably you have an adventure, why are you entering the Nine Rank Martial Arts?"

Jiang Chen went on to argue:

"Students are like teachers, only good at poetry and writing, and not proficient in Confucian classics, so they can cultivate the Nine Rank Martial Arts."

Only then did Lu Mingyu pick up the tea cup and drink the tea quietly.

"Okay, Confucian and Taoist ancestor Kong Wensheng, I heard that he was also very good at playing back then, and the product is good, and there is no need to stick to the form."

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on the straw mat.

"Thank you for your understanding!"

"In that case, after going on to higher education, the old man will transfer you to the Martial Arts Academy, majoring in martial arts and minoring in Confucianism, how about it?"

"Such a great good!"

Speaking of which, Jiang Chen has long been fed up with the scriptures and classics of the Confucian and Taoist Academy, and almost all of his classmates are gold-plated gentlemen who have been admitted to the hospital.

What's more, at the same level, the combat power of Confucianism is worrying, and only a real Confucian can call for wind and rain and follow the law.

Before, he had mediocre talent and no choice.

Now he's going to choose one to hit ten!

"Is your name Jiang Chen?"

Lu Mingyu suddenly asked.

"Exactly."

Jiang Chen has long been accustomed to this.

The teacher claimed to be old, he couldn't remember people's names, he always only remembered his works and talents, and all the princes and nobles were all those in his eyes.

"I heard the scholar say that yesterday there was a ghost beast injury incident by the Weishui River, and a disciple of Guozijian named Jiang Chen was rescued by Cui Yourong of the Imperial Beast Academy and taken away without knowing where to go.

This Jiang Chen, is that you? ”

Jiang Chen was stunned, but he didn't expect that this matter had already spread.

"It's the students."

Lu Mingyu stroked his beard and groaned, with a fairy wind on his face.

"The garden is full of spring and can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall...... You're afraid that good things are coming. ”

Jiang Chen shook his head and didn't explain anything, but said:

"I can't hide it from my teacher."

Lu Mingyu groaned:

"After Chang'an Cui's family is Boling Cui Hao, although most of the descendants are craftsmen, the style of poetry does not fall.

The old man remembered that the Royal Beast Gate Tianjiao had a younger brother named Cui Qingchuan, and the poems were not under you.

And a cousin...... What's it called?,I'm good at writing legendary stories.,It's also quite interesting.。 ”

Jiang Chen thought to himself, my teacher can't even remember my name, but he remembers the name Cui Qingchuan, presumably this brother-in-law's poetry and writing skills are above him.

However, Jiang Chen does not rely on poetry to eat now.

The poems copied in the past were all Song poems, and they were not on the same level as Tang poems.

What's more, he hasn't moved the most classic Song poems yet, and he keeps them for critical time.

In this way, Jiang Chen is likely to become the first time-traveler in history who can't win the natives by copying poems.

It's a pity that in the Xianwu era, simple poetry and writing did not flourish, which is also the reason why the teacher cherishes and loves talents so much.

After Jiang Chen was transferred to the hospital, Lu Mingyu ate wine and tea with Jiang Chen, and commented on poetry.

When Jiang Chen was leaving, the old man who was red with red ears and red ears only used the power of wine to say drunkly:

"When your good deed is done, persuade Qingchuan not to linger in the land of fireworks again, come to the Confucian Academy, and the old man will help him enter the product."

Jiang Chen froze in place.

So love is gone, right?