"It's the breath of Han Jun's token!" In a pavilion, two old men in black and white Confucian shirts were playing chess, and 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 teenager is holding his token, but he hasn't practiced. In a few seconds, the black-shirted old man retracted his senses.

"Could it be Han Jun's favorite disciple, you want us to cultivate it in the Deer Academy!" the white-shirted old man rubbed his fingers against the chess pieces and analyzed.

"Obviously!" said the old man in the black shirt, laying his son on the chessboard.

"We don't have to take care of it?" the white-shirted old man wondered.

"Since he has that token on him, he already represents a student who is valued by my Confucianism, and I want to see who dares to think crookedly under my nose. The old man in black snorted coldly.

The old man in the white shirt wanted to say that since he was the one who valued him, wouldn't the academy send someone to pick him up. But thinking of the dean's temper, he had no choice but to give up.

The two continued their unfinished game.

In the restaurant, when the dishes are ready, Brother Guo asked for another jar of wine, no matter how much Han Fan persuades, it is useless, everything is to satisfy the hunger, Han Fan looked at the porcelain altar that was about the size of three Brother Guo's heads, and some did not understand the understanding of hunger in his heart.

Except for Han Fan, who was poured a few glasses, the rest of the wine was drunk by Brother Guo alone.

Han Fan was originally in a hurry, but when Brother Guo put one hand on his shoulder and walked out of the restaurant step by step, showing off his glorious past while walking, the anxiety in Han Fan's heart turned into helplessness, and he was immediately relieved.

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

There were several small carriages parked at the door of the restaurant, and the coachmen sat on the steps of the side of the restaurant, and when they saw the two of them come out, the tall coachman said, "This time it's my turn." ”

With that, he got up and stepped forward, and the rest of the coachman looked at Han Fan and the two of them a few times, and continued to chat.

"Where are you going, do you want a car?" asked the tall coachman, grinning.

"Go to the nearest inn first, it's cheaper, and then go to Zhulu Academy. ”

"Yo~ Okay. Hearing the Zhulu Academy, the coachman was surprised, but his years of experience in the rivers and lakes made him know that there are some things that he doesn't need to ask more, especially the matter of the immortals on this mountain.

Sending Brother Guo to an inn, Han Fan left a note and left.

......

Of course, the old man in black shirt is not as easy as he says, maybe outsiders don't know about it, and the one who can be valued by Zhongzhou at least has the capital of the Seven Realms.

While playing chess, the old man in black shirt distracted himself and released his divine sense to pay attention to Han Fan, and he sent a message to the three disciples of the academy to let them go to meet Han Fan.

"This son doesn't sound like a local in Chang'an City. On the way, the coachman chatted with Han Fan without saying a word.

"That's right, it's the first time I've come to Chang'an City. ”

"There are a lot of good places in this Chang'an City, the most famous is the Tibetan Immortal Building, it is rumored that the girls in the Tibetan Immortal Building, all of them are like the fairies in the sky, very beautiful. ”

"Oh, that's an exaggeration?"

"Childe, what I said is true, and I don't brag at all. ”

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

"Childe, don't make fun of me, I'm a mortal, where I can see fairies, it's all hearsay. ”

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

And thousands of miles away, the master and apprentice were still in a hurry, and the master turned his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City:

"The young man is going to practice. ”

"Master, I know, I know, you must be talking about the boy who invited us to eat roast duck. The apprentice replied with joy, and the thought of that boy reminded him of the roast duck with a long aftertaste.

"yes, it's the roast duck boy. The master replied with a smile.

The apprentice's face turned red after hearing this, and he stopped talking.

The master laughed!

In Chang'an City, there are Chang'an Sword Sect and Baita Temple on the same level as Zhulu Academy, and the breath of Han Jun's token is not only sensed by the old man in black shirt, but also by the other two families and some masters in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Chang'an City, but no one dares to think about it.

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

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

To arrive at Zhulu Academy, you have to take a main road, which can accommodate thirty carriages walking side by side, on the main road, the imperial court explicitly forbids hawkers to set up stalls, only the bottom merchants on the street are dazzling, and there are all kinds of pedestrians on the road, and monks can be seen everywhere.

The whole Quartet is a martial artist, except for some remote places that are relatively backward and closed to news, just like Xinghua Town, where Han Fan is located.

Han Fan sighed with emotion while drinking the wine, thinking that the wine in this big city is not as delicious as the apricot blossom brewed in their Xinghua Town.

In the Chang'an Sword Sect, several young people were called to the sect master.

"There is a young man who has been favored by the Zhongzhou side is going to Zhulu Academy, this is a good opportunity to meet this young genius.

Although this person has not yet cultivated, there are other strengths that you can learn from, so remember not to do it. The sect master of the Chang'an Sword Sect said to several disciples who were most valued by the sect.

At the same time, the same thing is happening at the White Pagoda Temple.

The carriage was still walking, and Han Fan suddenly found that there was a commotion ahead, the coachman slowed down, and Han Fan stretched his neck to look.

"Son, you are blessed, you are the eight masters of Chang'an City!" the coachman's face was full of excitement.

"Chang'an Bajie?" Han Fan was curious.

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

Han Fan also vaguely saw eight young figures, why do you say vaguely, because there is a light curtain erected in the distance, the eight people are in the light curtain, and the crowd of onlookers is outside the light curtain.

"Childe, it's here. The carriage stopped in front of the light curtain, and the coachman rubbed his hands and said.

"Where is the Zhulu Academy?" Han Fan looked left and right, but he didn't see it.

"It turns out that Childe still doesn't know? Have you seen this light curtain? Inside and outside the light curtain, there is a world of difference, and inside is the realm of the gods on the mountain, and this ordinary person can't enter. The driver was a little puzzled about what Han Fan was doing.

Han Fan gave the money and jumped out of the carriage, and the crowd suddenly fell silent, and they obviously noticed that the eight people in the light curtain focused their eyes on Han Fan.

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

Han Fan was also a little apprehensive in his heart, he hadn't practiced yet, what if he couldn't get in, but if he came, he would be safe, Han Fan was behind him with one hand, holding the wine gourd in the other, taking two steps and taking a small sip.

The token on his waist that read Han Jun flashed, and Han Fan went straight through the light curtain.

Han Fan was shocked by the scene in front of him, and when he entered the light curtain, he found that this light curtain separated two worlds, and the scenes he saw outside the light curtain were all fake!

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

Grass grows everywhere, clear streams flow, white cranes drinking from the stream, huge trees 60 feet high, wild flowers of different colors bloom on the hillsides, and butterflies frolic among the flowers.

The antique pavilions are built on the mountain, and the unknown birds can be seen flying by in the sky from time to time.

"The poor scholars of Confucianism also drink?" Among the five, a white-clothed young man with a sword on his back teased.

Han Fan came back to his senses at this time, after seeing this scene, Han Fan only felt that infinite pride and ambition were born in his chest, and he looked at the young man who was asking, and he was not afraid at all.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and Confucianism and Taoism have left in their hearts. Han Fan took another sip of wine and said heroically.

I saw a strong Dao intent emerging from Han Fan's body.

Han Fan didn't know about it, but the five of them saw it in their eyes and were shocked one after another.

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

"The talent is amazing. The young man from the White Pagoda Temple commented.

Han Fen turned his head to look at the three people in the distance, all three of them were wearing well-fitting Confucian shirts, their long hair was tied up with a headband, their hands were in their wide sleeves, and they stood quietly, and the young man in the center looked at all this with a smile and did not speak.

"What a articulate boy, do you know what we are, in the current situation, pinching you to death is as simple as pinching an ant. The white-clothed young man with the sword on his back spoke sharply, and after saying that, he released a trace of momentum and pressed towards Han Fan.

Han Fan had a feeling of difficulty breathing, although he didn't know why he was so targeted, but he knew that this was his first step into the cultivation world, and he must not retreat, otherwise, with the first time, there would be more and more times.

"If you turn around and go out, I will keep you rich and prosperous for the rest of your life, how about it?" the young man with the sword on his back continued.

"Senior brother, the people of the Changping Sword Sect are too deceitful, we ......" Among the three young men in Confucian shirts, the young man on the right side of the bureau said angrily, but when he saw the young man in the middle turning around and patting him on the shoulder, he stopped abruptly.

Han Fan tried his best to support his body, his legs were already trembling a little, he wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead, and said with a sneer:

"Rotten shrimp and stinky fish!"

"What did you say?" The young man with the sword on his back turned cold, and took a step, his long sleeves were windless, and the surging momentum was like a flood surging towards Han Fan.

"There is a waste like you everywhere, why don't you compete with the leaders of the same age, you will only bully me, an ordinary person who has not yet started to practice, saying that you are rotten shrimp and stinky fish, is it wrong?

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

He only hoped that his radical method had played a role, and at the same time, Han Fan also put the behavior of the three Confucian disciples in his eyes, even if the radical method was useless, he knew that the three should not let it go.

If you really don't care about yourself, then you can count yourself unlucky, even if you fight for your life, you have to bite him down with a piece of meat, Han Fan secretly decided.

"I'll give you four years, and in four years, you'll be here, and if you're not as good as others, don't blame me for being ruthless. The young man with the sword on his back finished speaking, and then wanted to leave.

What Han Fan didn't know was that in the eyes of the young man with the sword, he had already been included in the list of the best in the younger generation, but Han Fan needed some time to grow up.

"Wait, Wang Yi, don't go, if you want to learn, what do you have to wait for a year, I can accompany you through two moves now. At the behest of the senior brother, the young man on the right in the distance spoke again and stopped the young man with the sword on his back who was about to leave.

"There will be a battle between you and me, so you don't have to rush. The young man with the sword on his back said as he walked, and after a while, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

"You must be a junior brother, fortunately. The young man in the middle finally spoke, and when he finished speaking, Han Fan found that he was already standing beside him, looking at him with a smile.

As the young man in the Confucian shirt spoke, several other people knew that this "welcome" ceremony was over, and they also left one after another.