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This is a mortal city, and cultivators usually disdain to set foot in this place, which also makes the mortals in this city live in peace and happiness under the protection of the Han family. Mortals don't know the world of monks, it is too far away for them, and they may not see those legendary "immortals" once in their lives.

Han Yuan followed the crowd into the city step by step, carefully avoiding the crowd around him. His body tensed tightly, and he did not relax even when he stepped into the seemingly safe area, and began to gradually look at this mortal city.

It's a bustling city. The wide streets are full of people, and from time to time there are horse-drawn carriages decorated with jewels galloping by, attracting people's amazements. There are all kinds of juggling snacks in the streets, the old man with a slight beard slowly lights the candy man, and the cleanly dressed scholar copies the letters. Occasionally, you can hear the screams and laughter of children, and the coquettish laughter of the woman in the Qinglou opposite.

Everything is full of worldliness.

Han Yuan was a little curious, but he was penniless at the moment, and even the robes he snatched from a servant of the Han family on the way to escape were in tatters, so he could only look at it. He asked for directions and walked towards his destination.

Glancing at the plaque of the golden and jade pawnshop, Han Yuan pushed the door in, and the originally somewhat excited guy glanced at his tattered robe that was soaked in brown by unknown mud or blood, and sat down with little interest, not even saying hello, obviously seeing too many poor people who came here to resist the family property, and did not believe that he could come up with anything good.

Han Yuan walked to the counter in silence, and without seeing him move, a broken dagger suddenly slipped out of his hand. His slender fingers brushed the handle of the knife, and with an inexplicable flash of brilliance between his fingers, several magnificent gems fell from the counter, crystal clear, and glittered with enchanting brilliance in the candlelight.

The guy gasped, stood up suddenly, and looked at Han Yuan's face a little more shocked and dignified: "This ...... Do you want to be? really want to be?"

Han Yuan nodded lightly and added two more words: "Death." ”

This is exactly the dagger that Grandpa left behind. Even though it had long since broken in countless fights, Han Yuan had carefully placed it close to his body until now. However, his cherishing only stems from the fact that "it is the only relic left by his grandfather", as for the precious gems that are regarded as treasures by mortals, they are insignificant in the eyes of Han Yuan, and there is no pressure to exchange them for a little living expenses.

Han Yuan took a money bag, which was heavy and had a few thin silver tickets. With such a sum of money, his worth is already not small, at least enough for him to live well in White Horse City and fulfill the purpose of his visit.

“... Thank you. ”

Han Yuan thanked softly, turned around and walked out of the pawnshop. The shopkeeper who was urgently called by the guy stared deeply at his back for a long time, still did not move, still sighed, and waved his hand to let the few strong men behind the screen retreat.

A place like a pawnshop is naturally not as glamorous as it seems. For those who have huge treasures and no power, it is very common to forcibly die or collect them at a very low price, and the pawnshop shopkeeper naturally has also had the idea of buying and selling the gems in Han Yuan's hands. Just looking at him as a thin boy in rags, he always gave him a sense of crisis, as if facing this beast, so that the shopkeeper who had always been cautious did not dare to take this risk in the end.

Han Yuan didn't care. Although the figure behind the screen never escaped his perception from beginning to end, the strong man who was invincible to ordinary people was no threat to him, so he didn't bother to think too much about it. After pondering the simple map that the shopkeeper had just drawn in the sun, Han Yuan walked slowly towards the north of the city.

The plaque of the White Horse Academy has been hanging high on the beam for hundreds of years. The simple plaque is like ink, condensing the heritage of hundreds of years of college, calm and steady. The word white horse on it is really like a galloping horse, with wind and thunder on its hooves, sweeping with high spirit.

Han Yuan looked up for a while, but he was a little disappointed. After all, with the word "cold abyss" on the stele in front of it, no matter how much this White Horse Academy is a dragon and a flying phoenix, it is not as shocking as the stele that pours the spirit of the strong man in the Jindan period. These days, Han Yuan has also copied his new name over and over again on the ground with a tree branch, but it is only a form and not a meaning, and the frosty illusion in the poison cave can only remain in his memory.

Even if it was just a casual ink treasure, it also condensed its own thoughts, not to mention the terrifying power of Han Taihe, the ancestor of the Han family, that Han Yuan felt when he fled. As soon as he thought of the past, Han Yuan couldn't wait to escape from the Han family's control immediately, worship the powerful Xuanyou Sect and become stronger, and one day he would also achieve Jindan, and then ...... Flatten the Han family!

It's just that he still has a lot to do before that.

The more dangerous the place, the safer it is. Han Yuan wasn't sure if he was seen by Han Taehe when he fled, but with the strength of the Han family, even if he didn't think of him, the medicine slave who should have died, it wouldn't take long to track him down. The heavy treasure of the ancestor of the Han family is lost, and the Han family at this moment must be closely investigated, once he goes out, not only does he not know the location of the Xuanyou Sect, but he is also very likely to be found and hunted down by the Han family. Instead of running around like a headless fly, it is better to rest and recuperate in this White Horse City and make some preparations by the way.

The door was closed, and a doorman dozed off the steps. Han Yuan glanced at him, and pushed the door in with an indifferent face, but the doorman still fell asleep without any reaction, not realizing that someone had come.

"The ancient Confucian sage said: The Tao, if you don't get it, you ...... it"

The old master's remaining words were stuck in his throat by the loud sound of the door being pushed open, and he was both angry and shocked, and even his beard trembled. The hall was silent for a while, and soon the students began to whisper to each other, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the shabby-dressed young man in front of the door, wanting to see who was sacred who dared to disturb the master's class.

I saw that the young man in front of him was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slender figure and a handsome face, with a hint of childishness. It's just a sword eyebrow and starry eyes, with an indifferent expression, and suddenly there is a kind of awe-inspiring that is not suitable for age. His face was pale, and he seemed to have not seen the light of day all year round, but his black eyes seemed to be soaked in a cold spring, heavy as splashing ink, and people were shocked to watch.

That dress is incompatible with this rich and wealthy man. The overly loose robe didn't fit, stained with dirt and old blood that had solidified brown, and there were several openings that could be seen faintly of the muscles inside. He was carrying a package on his back, holding a splendid money bag in his hand, and standing barefoot in front of the door, looking like a poor boy collecting medicine in the mountains.

It's just that what child from a poor family dares to break into this White Horse Academy?

Han Yuan pursed his lips, a little embarrassed to be the object of everyone's attention. He didn't expect the mundane wooden door to be so effortless, and it was broken open with just a push, which was completely different from the previous heavy main door. He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and handed the money bag to the white-haired master:

"Please teach me. I want to learn to read. ”

Yes, that's the purpose of Hanyuan's trip!

Living in Yaoshan since he was a child, Han Yuan didn't know too many words. In the past, he naturally didn't think it was a big deal, but when he walked out of the Han family, he realized how important culture is!

Not to mention anything else, let's talk about the inheritance of the Ancient Poison Sect. The "Poison Resisting Dao" that he is cultivating now still has poisonous seeds that have evolved directly for him in the sea of knowledge, but the countless collections can only be learned by himself little by little. If you are illiterate, will you always rely on pictures and practice to guess like in a drug cave?

And in the future, if he wants to worship the Xuanyou Sect, he will inevitably have access to more knowledge and master more powerful power. Otherwise, even if he had the inheritance of the Imperial Poison Sect, he would not be able to compare to those children of great forces who had been well cultivated since childhood. If he is illiterate and has no knowledge, I'm afraid that even if he gets any chance, he won't know.

Han Yuan naturally couldn't accept such a thing!

No matter how difficult the path of cultivation is, he can only go on step by step if he plans carefully and makes the most adequate preparations. His ambitions are great, escaping from the Han family is just the beginning, and there is still a long, long road ahead. And in this mortal city, he secretly found an opportunity to inquire about the location of the Xuanyou Sect, and then learned literacy and basic knowledge, which was his plan.

"It's up to you, and you want to ask for learning?"

Before the master could speak, a slightly chubby young man in rich clothes next to him had already let out a sneer. Han Yuan turned his head to look at him, the young man's face was full of contempt, and his eyes became more and more disdainful: "This White Horse Academy is a place to read the books of sages, how can you come as a boy from the mountains? The master teaches the teachings of the sages, but not to teach you to read and write, don't think that if you are lucky enough to get a little silver, you can worship under the master's door!"

"Luo Shifeng, words, you can't say that. A young man with a soft face on the side shook his fan gently, with a smile on his face, but the same disdain in his eyes: "In ancient times, there was a great ability to make words, and people want to learn words, why don't they read sage books?"

Regarding the sarcasm in the verbal confrontation between the two, Han Yuan didn't understand it very well, and he didn't intend to care about their feelings. He just looked at the master opposite him fixedly, and handed over the money bag a little more.

The master looked a little annoyed and interested.

He had never seen such a teenager. obviously looks like a poor boy who got money by luck, but he has an awe-inspiring temperament. It was as if he was not standing barefoot in tattered clothes, but sitting in the most luxurious hall waiting for the audience of others. Although I was annoyed by the boy's intrusion, I couldn't help but feel a little curious and satisfied with his studiousness.

"Don't you take us seriously?!, the scholars outside are all dead, and you won't drag this untouchable who disturbs the master's teaching down?"

Luo Shifeng was even more furious when he saw this, and other noble children also echoed him. After all, they are all rich children of noble births, and of course they disdain to be classmates with a poor person. For a moment, the whole classroom was noisy.

Han Yuan looked back at him sharply, his dark eyes filled with a cold evil aura.