Jiang Chen then went out of the bath and changed into a straight and elegant blue shirt.

Only then did I realize that it was a set of high-level robes with excellent spiritual qualities!

Now that he has been admitted to the rank, put on a robe, and the pinnacle of physical skills, after three years of traveling, Jiang Chen finally has the posture and aura of a cultivator.

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

He led a green spirit horse raised by the beastmaster and rode away from Cui Mansion and headed along Nanxian Street to the inner city.

Nanxianfang is close to the south of Mingde Gate in the inner city, and extends south from Zhuque Street through the door to Shilifang.

After the spiritual energy was revived, because there was no curfew in the outer city and it was not prohibited to fly, Nanxianfang became the most prosperous market in Chang'an.

The guests of Nanxianfang are practitioners from Chang'an, Quantang, and even the whole world.

Cultivators can sleeplessly all night, so most shops in Nanxianfang are open all night, and there is a saying that "the lights are shining at the fifth hour, and the Nanxian dreams are ten miles away."

"I remember back then, I was short of money and had not purchased the product. I only dared to shop in the East City near the Imperial College, and I rarely came to Nanxianfang."

Jiang Chen was filled with mixed feelings.

Noon is the busiest time in Nanxianfang.

Flying beasts or flying magic weapons of all sizes gathered from the air, swaying a faint tail flame and slowly landed towards the major flying docks.

There are also those who ride in a flying chariot, which can be called a convertible flying taxi.

The shops along the street are generally tall three-story buildings, with simple and elegant shapes, with deep eaves and strong brackets, making them look particularly elegant and free.

Even during the day, the streets are filled with lights, stretching like dragons.

The streets a hundred feet wide are bustling with traffic.

Passers-by were mainly Han people, dressed simply and unrestrainedly, followed by Hu people and various Persians, with brilliant makeup and a grand scene of the coming of all nations.

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

Jiang Chen sighed.

The clerks of the spiritual weapon shop shouted in the street, and combined with the gorgeous seals or light and shadow fairy colors, they brought various promotional and discounted news.

The light swayed in the winery in the inn attic, and the laughter and refreshing wine fragrance of guests and the singing genius were vaguely heard.

There were many surprises outside the auction house, and there was a lot of discussion. The copper bell on the roof was ringing every time the transaction was made, and the pleasant sound of the fairy sound rang throughout the city.

In addition, there are also some vendors and pawns who set up street stalls on the street.

Such as farming cultivators who sell spiritual agricultural products, scammers who sell dog skin Qi refining pills, handicraftsmen who put magical films on spiritual swords, fortune telling immortals dressed up as hidden masters, or storytellers who arrange royal anecdotes...

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

Only then did I realize that no matter how proud the spring breeze is and how anxious the horse's hooves are, I will never be able to see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

"However, I will definitely be a regular visitor to Nanxianfang in the future, and I don't care for a moment."

By chance, he also saw the pharmacy run by Cui Mansion:

Cui's Thatched Cottage.

Yourong's brother Cui Xusheng is flirting with the girl girl in the store...

Jiang Chen originally wanted to use the jade scales on the street to exchange for money to buy some other exercises. When he saw Cui's Thatched Cottage, he subconsciously dispelled the plan.

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

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

The flow of people in the inner city has not decreased, and the concentration of spiritual energy is better. However, because of the prohibition of flying, the style is a bit solemn and solemn, which is completely different from the fireworks and fairy spirit in Nanxianfang.

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

If you encounter a horse and don’t have enough official position, you must give way.

When Jiang Chen saw whom he told him, he soon came to the gate of the Imperial College.

...

The headquarters of the Imperial College is located in Wubenfang.

Wubenfang is located near the imperial city in the north and Chongyifang in the south. There is Caoqu Passing Fang in the south and Fang east. To the east is the famous Pingkang Fang - the holy land of Jiaofang. The birthplace of Jiang Chen's best friend Song Miao. He grew up listening to the sound of orioles and the sound of reading in the Imperial College since he was a child. No wonder he became a gynecologist in the Imperial College when he grew up.

Jiang Chen dismounted.

He wanted to lead the spirit horse to the stable in the Confucian Temple, but suddenly he remembered that Wu Yue was there, so he asked Wu Yue to secretly put the spirit horse into the beast control bead.

This is the advantage of the spirit horse, it is that it is a bit expensive.

Jiang Chen sorted out his Qingyi and walked into the Imperial College.

The Imperial College has a limited area, and the buildings in the prison are mainly multi-story towers, supplemented by seven artificially accumulated mountains and deep-dig underground caves, which can accommodate more than 10,000 disciples.

The Imperial College is one of the few forces that have not been implicated by Qiu Gong, and he almost does not listen to the emperor, but only listens to money.

No one offended the Lord Jijiu, and he collected a large number of children of princes and nobles, and the many powerful people in the prison, which made the Imperial College independent and maintained its status as the highest ivory tower in the inner city.

However, the common phenomenon in the Imperial College today is that teachers are very awesome, students are very frugal, students are more talented, and students are more qualified than famous colleges in the outer city or major local sects, and their strength is deteriorating.

The advantage is that the academic style is free and unconventional.

Otherwise, with Jiang Chen's mediocre talent in practicing, no matter how well he wrote his poems, it would be difficult to enter the Imperial College in the Immortal Martial Arts era.

During the Cold Food Festival and Qingming Festival, the Imperial College has five days off in a row, and there are very few people in the school. Most of them are poor children living in the disciple's house, and they wear white clothes and school clothes.

Jiang Chen returned to school in a green dress, which was a bit conspicuous.

After entering the class, he must go to the back mountain of the Confucian Temple to visit his teacher Lu Mingyu to facilitate his academic qualifications and study more.

In this way, he had the capital to borrow advanced skills from the Martial Arts Library Pavilion.

Lu Mingyu was the great scholar who saw Jiang Chen’s poems and prose and summoned him to the Imperial College for a special example.

It is said that he is a great Confucian scholar, but in fact he only has five levels of cultivation. He only studies Confucian classics in general, but his poetry and prose are more accomplished than his cultivation.

Before meeting his mentor, Jiang Chen took his own pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and copied the "Going a Garden" by Ye Shaoweng of the Southern Song Dynasty as a knocking ceremony for meeting his mentor.

The back mountain of the Confucian Temple.

Inside a thatched hut covered by ink formations.

The hoarse, dry old man's voice was up and down:

"We should pity the clogs with moss sealed in the clogs, and the small buckles will not open for a long time. The spring scenery in the garden cannot be closed, and a red apricot tree comes out of the wall."

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

Then he looked up at Jiang Chen in blue clothes.

"I haven't seen you for half a year. If I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have recognized you."

Jiang Chen bent down with a very respectful tone:

"My teacher is joking. Over the past six months, students have been busy rushing to pass the imperial examination and neglecting to visit. I hope my teacher will not be surprised."

Lu Mingyu was still immersed in the poem just now, frowned, and asked in confusion:

"It's a bit strange to say that your words are consistent, but your poetry is changing like a wind blowing on the clouds. Why is this?"

Jiang Chen had no choice but to argue:

"Maybe it's because the disciples have all the five elements."

Speaking of the Five Elements Fu, Lu Mingyu realized that Jiang Chen had already been included in the grade, and his breath was actually a ninth-grade martial artist.

"The five elements are all included in the grade. I guess you have had an adventure, why are you a ninth-grade martial artist?"

Jiang Chen continued to argue:

"Students are like mentors, only good at poetry and prose, but not proficient in Confucian classics, so they have become ninth-grade martial artists."

Then Lu Mingyu picked up the teacup and savored the tea.

"Well, Confucius and Wensheng, the ancestor of Confucianism and Taoism, heard that he was also very good at making it back then. It was good to just get the product, so there was no need to stick to the form."

Jiang Chen followed him and sat cross-legged on the straw mat.

"Thank you for understanding!"

"Since that's the case, after you go to the school, I will transfer you to the Martial Arts Academy, majoring in martial arts and minoring in Confucianism. How about it?"

“So great good!”

Speaking of which, Jiang Chen had already had enough of the scriptures and classics of the Confucian and Taoist temple. It was because his classmates were almost all gilded playboys in the hospital, but Cuju was a thief.

What's more, the combat power of Confucian scholars is worrying, and only true great scholars can call the wind and rain, and speak according to the law.

In the past, he had mediocre talents and had no choice.

Now he chooses one to beat ten!

"Is your name Jiang Chen?"

Lu Mingyu suddenly asked.

“That’s right.”
To be continued...