"Hello, senior brother. Han Fan gave up.

"Don't blame the senior brother for being ruthless and letting it go, they are actually testing your heart, if your heart is not good, as the man said, it is better to go back to the vulgar and live a dull life, at least peace. The boy explained with a smile.

Han Fan found that this senior brother was always squinting and smiling, the senior brother was handsome, and when he smiled, he felt very warm, and he looked harmless.

Han Fan didn't mean to blame anyone. Han Fan saluted again and said softly.

"Okay. The senior brother answered.

"So you are protégés of Confucianism, and you are here to pick me up?" asked Han Fan.

"Yes, the dean has told us that the one in Zhongzhou values you and asked you to come to Zhulu Academy to cultivate. ”

"Zhongzhou?" Han Fan was puzzled, and then thought of the token on his body, "Could it be that the middle-aged man with an apprentice is a big man?"

"It turns out that he didn't tell you, it's the token on your body, and the owner of the token is a ...... from Middle-earth. Mr. "Senior Brother doesn't want Han Fan to know too much, this will do him no harm.

Hearing his answer, Han Fan relaxed his vigilance, he didn't want to just get out of the tiger's den and enter the wolf's den.

A crisp whistle sounded in Han Fan's ears, Han Fan turned his head to look at the young man who was fighting for himself before, and with the young man's whistle, a shocking roar came from the piercing, and then a red figure rushed from the mountains.

It turned out to be a giant tiger with bright red hair, about three people tall, Han Fan had never seen such a scene, and subconsciously took a step back, but seeing the senior brothers' expressions calm, Han Fan also pretended to be calm, and watched the giant tiger approach.

In front of the young man who was blowing the whistle before the giant tiger stopped, the young man stretched out his hand, and the giant tiger affectionately arched the young man with his huge head, no matter how Han Fan looked at it, he felt a huge sense of contrast.

Han Fan followed the three of them to the Giant Tiger to Zhulu Academy, and Han Fan was excited at the thought that he could also have his own domineering beast in the future.

In Han Fan's cognition, since Zhulu Academy is called a academy, it must be inseparable from this courtyard in terms of construction.

But when the four of them stopped at the foot of a mountain and pointed to the towering mountain in front of them and said that we had arrived, Han Fan only felt that he had been greatly deceived.

If it weren't for a brick-red arch built at the foot of the mountain, with a plaque on the door that read the four characters of Zhulu Academy, Han Fan would have thought that his senior brother was making fun of him.

Han Fan kept taking a deep breath, and the dizziness of the tiger he had previously sat on had not eased, and the mountain in front of him had aggravated his symptoms again.

"Senior brother, the mountains on both sides are also ours?" Han Fan got rid of the sense of déjà vu of the people in the village who went to the big city.

"Yes. The smiling brother's answer was always simple and violent.

Han Fan followed his brothers up the mountain, and houses began to appear in the academy halfway up the mountain, mostly wooden thatched huts, for the disciples to live in.

Moving on, some large buildings appeared, through the introduction of the smiling brother, it is the school house where the gentlemen teach, Han Fan wants to go to the top of the mountain, there is a saint hall at the top of the mountain, and those who enter Confucianism must first go to the saint temple to incense, get the recognition of the saints of the saint hall, and open the dantian to practice.

This is a form that only Confucianism has, the other religions are relatively free, there are not so many rules, and there are not a few people born in Yeluzi, the advantage is that under the same rank, the comprehensive strength of Confucian monks is better.

There is often a fragrance on the mountain, and there is a plant called Jun Herb growing everywhere, Jun Vanilla has tenacious vitality, the color is emerald green, and the grass body will exude a refreshing fragrance, which can prevent the breeding of demons to a certain extent.

It's just that the fragrance of a single plant is extremely light, and it is only when a large area like this is planted that it works.

Approaching the top of the mountain, several senior brothers stopped.

"Little junior brother, we'll send you here. After smiling, Senior Brother glanced in a certain direction, and then left with the two senior brothers.

Han Fan looked in the direction indicated by his senior brother, and saw an old man in white standing with his hands in his hands, his long silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, his face was kind, which made people feel like they wanted to be cordial when they looked at it, but the fluttering temperament on his body made people feel a sense of distance.

Han Fan cast a puzzled look, the old man smiled and nodded, and Han Fan walked over quickly.

"What's your name?" asked the old man.

"Senior, my name is Han Fan. Han Fan bent down and bowed his hand, this set was learned from Brother Guo.

"Very good, I'm the vice president of Zhulu, come with me. The old man in white smiled, turned around and started walking, and Han Fan hurriedly followed.

The construction of the Shengren Hall of Zhulu Academy inherits the style of Confucianism from ancient times, the Shengren Hall is located on the top of the mountain, covers an area of 50 acres, the shape of the Shengren Hall is square, the wall is built by expensive gold stones, it is golden, implying that the book has its own golden house, and it is also a kind of respect for the saint.

The price of gold stones in the cultivation world is 100 spirit stones per catty, which can be imagined that Confucianism has a profound heritage.

After entering the Hall of Saints, there are dozens of golden saint statues standing on both sides of the empty hall, and there are only a few futons in the hall, facing the center of the gate, three saint statues that are twice the size of the rest stand:

The one on the left stands straight, with his hands behind his back, his head slightly bowed, and his face is charitable, looking at the present world, which is a holy salute.

The one on the right is holding a brush in his left hand, staring at the tip of the pen, as if thinking about how to do it next time, but what Wen Sheng wrote should be called the world.

The one in the middle, sitting on the ground on his knees, holding one hand behind him, holding the book in the other, his forearm supported on his knees, his head slightly tilted, looking into the distance, looking at the world, his movements are casual, but it makes people feel that it is taken for granted, as it should be.

He is the sage who founded Confucianism, the Holy Teacher.

Under the guidance of the old man in white, Han Fan was rusty and did a series of complicated rituals of offering incense and saluting.

Han Fan knelt on the futon in the middle of the hall, the old man in white looked solemn, stood aside, bent down and saluted, and said loudly: "Please saint." ”

Han Fan's heart was uneasy, and he looked left and right, observing which saint would give power.

Due to the old man in white's previous advice, Han Fan's head was lowered, and what he couldn't see was that the book in the hand of the Holy Ancestor in the middle of the position slowly lit up with golden light.

The old man in white noticed the change, trembled excitedly, the light on the book became more and more abundant, until it almost became a substance, Han Fan also felt the change in light and darkness in front of him, raised his head, looked at the golden light in full bloom, and was directly stunned.

The golden light detached from the scriptures and floated in the air, and suddenly, a sound sounded, with the crisp echo of water droplets falling into the valley, the murmuring of streams, and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Accompanied by the sound, the golden light turned into a palm-sized wildebeest running happily, turned into a five-trillion golden dragon surging up and down, and turned into a brilliant phoenix bathed in fire.

The sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible.

The various visions of the golden light turned around Han Fan, the old man trembled and stretched out his hand to touch it, and the golden light turned into thousands of threads and slipped away from the old man's hands.

After a long time, the sound gradually stopped, and the golden light seemed to have received an order and poured into Han Fan's dantian.

"Okay, good!" The old man in white said hello three times in a row, his voice trembling, and he was extremely excited.

After leaving the Hall of Saints, the old man in white took Han Fan to do other tests, and Han Fan officially joined Confucianism.