My Confucian Father

Chapter 6
Yashan is located fifteen miles north of Shengjing City.

The solitary peak stands pretty, and the mountains are emerald.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, a bluestone-paved mountain path winds straight up, and you can vaguely see the building complex of Yashan Academy on the mountainside, which is as small as a bean.

Yashan is inherently beautiful, and the Yashan Academy has been located here for many years, and it has been blessed with literary spirit, and it looks fresh from a distance.

Zhao Ming arrived at the foot of Yashan Mountain in a carriage. Su Mu was shocked by the scene just as he got off the carriage.

At the foot of Yashan Mountain, all kinds of carriages were parked, and there were countless literati dressed as ordinary people and scholars in Shengjing.

It can be called a sea of ​​people!
Seeing this, Su Mu couldn't help but said, "The Chunri Poetry Festival is so lively? Has everyone from the entire Shengjing come?!"

All he could see was a dark crowd.

There are so many people that there are no roads.

Zhao Ming was also stunned, wondering if there was something wrong with his memory, would there be so many people writing poems in previous years?

But he quickly reacted, and said to Su Mu: "My lord, I'm afraid they all came to see you..."

"Huh? Come and see what I do?"

Su Mu has a black question mark on his face. He is the son of a Confucian sage, not the Confucian sage himself, so he deserves so much attention?

It's as if he is like some exotic beast.

But he didn't know that he, who has been diving in the Su Mansion for 16 years, is no different from a rare beast in the eyes of the world.

"How is this going?"

Su Mu glanced at the towering cliff mountain, and then at the dense crowd at the foot of the mountain, and began to worry about how he should go up the mountain.

The road was blocked by this group of onlookers!

"Having said that, how many levels of cultivation can you fly? Can you fly now?"

Su Mu looked at Zhao Ming with expectation in his eyes.

It's all in the world of cultivating immortals, can't fly too much, right?
Zhao Ming, a young master of the seventh rank, was stunned when he heard the words, scratched his head and said, "This...flying in the air can only be done by the powerhouses of the sixth rank and above."

The implication is that he can't do it, and he can't fly until he reaches the third rank.

The big red-haired bird standing on Su Mu's shoulder sneered, "Bing Xiu is vulgar! What else do you have besides being thicker and able to fight? What are you? Unlike me, just fly!"

Zhao Ming's forehead was throbbing with veins.

The so-called bird relies on people's power, standing on Su Mu's shoulders, the tone of the big red-haired bird became more and more arrogant.

But its words also attracted unkind eyes from around.

There were a lot of people who came to watch today, many of them were martial arts masters, and the words of the red-haired bird made everyone laugh.

I have to say that the group ridicule ability is Max.

Among the gazes cast over, someone had sharper eyes, and noticed the nameplate of the Su Mansion on Su Mu's carriage, and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't that the carriage of the Town Demon King's Mansion?"

Someone heard the sound and looked, and found that it was really the carriage of the Su Mansion, so they excitedly said: "It really is! Could it be that the son of the Confucian sage has arrived?!"

This remark instantly caused commotion among the crowd.

"What? The son of a Confucian sage is here? Is it true?"

"Where is it? Let me see!"

"The one with the big red-feathered bird standing on his shoulder is the son of Confucian sage?"

"Such an appearance and demeanor, there is no doubt about it!"

"Let me see, let me see."

"Ouch! Who squeezed me! Fuck stepped on my foot!"

"He is really the son of a Confucian sage!"

……

After Su Mansion's carriage was recognized, Su Mu instantly became the focus of attention and attracted all eyes.

They've been waiting here all morning.

Isn't it just to meet Su Mu?
Everyone scrambled to gather here, everyone was extremely excited, and wanted to see the demeanor of the son of a Confucian sage.

Su Mu never expected that his first day of school would turn into a big celebrity meeting.

"My lord, don't stay away from me!"

Zhao Ming pulled himself together, protected Su Mu behind him, and looked around vigilantly to prevent accidents.

But there were too many onlookers, even if he was a seventh-rank soldier, it would not be easy to protect Su Mu from the crowd.

You can't draw a knife and hurt someone, right?
And just when Zhao Ming was hesitating whether to use force to deter him, a blue auspicious cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

I saw a few old men in Confucian robes descending from the sky with their feet on the blue clouds, their robes fluttering like immortals, and they landed in front of Su Mu and everyone.

Among the four old men in Confucian robes, one has a goatee and thin cheeks; one is holding a scroll and has a gentle smile;

But the one who stands out the most is the one at the head.

The old man at the head was a full two meters tall, his bulging muscles couldn't be covered by the wide Confucian robe, and there was an ugly scar on the left side of his face, his appearance was extremely vicious!
He just stood there like a big mountain, giving people an unparalleled pressure. When he fell, Su Mu could clearly feel the ground tremble slightly.

"Is this a Confucianism cultivator?!"

Su Mu looked up at the mountain-like old man in front of him, dumbfounded, and the appearance of Yujiro Fanma involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He can be sure without hesitation that under the wide Confucian robe of the old man in front of him, what is hidden is definitely the back of a ghost!

And as they appeared, everyone exclaimed again.

"The dean and several gentlemen, why did they all go down the mountain?"

"It should be to welcome the son of a Confucian sage."

"That's right, this kind of talent should be given enough attention to study in my Yashan Academy."

"I haven't seen the dean for a long time. It's really gratifying that his body is still so healthy."

"Speaking of which, the first time I saw the dean, I was so frightened that my face turned pale. You guys see that Mr. Su is still calm and composed, he really has an extraordinary bearing."

"The cliff and mountain collapse in front of you without changing your color!"

"As expected of the son of a Confucian sage!"

……

Hearing the discussions around him, the corners of Su Mu's mouth twitched slightly.

Calm down!He just didn't react for a while!

But through the discussion of the people around him, he also understood the identity of Yujiro Fanma... oh no, this old man.

The other party turned out to be the dean of Yashan Academy!

"You just entered school, so you have to make a good impression."

Su Mu thought to himself, then took a step forward to pass Zhao Ming, and bowed to the dean and several old men.

"Su Mu, a junior student, has met the dean and gentlemen."

The voice is clear and clear, and the attitude is even more humble.

The dean and the gentlemen of the academy looked at each other, and then smiled at Su Mu: "There is no need to be too polite, the Confucian saint is my teacher, you and the old man should be regarded as equals."

"You can just call me senior brother."

The dean's voice didn't match his ferocious appearance, it was very gentle and mellow, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

Su Mu also felt the kindness released by the other party, so he was not polite, and said with a bright smile: "I have seen the brother."

Although the dean in front of him looked fierce, Su Mu never judged people by appearance, so naturally he was not afraid.

"Hahaha, good!"

The dean let out a loud laugh, which made the surrounding leaves rustle. He stretched out his hand like a cattail fan and patted Su Mu's shoulder, and then said to the people present: "Everyone, let's go. There is a poetry meeting on the mountain today. Feel free to watch it if you want.”

"But the congestion at the foot of the mountain will cause inconvenience to others, so please forgive me."

"My academy disciples stayed behind to maintain order and avoid stampedes and fights."

The dean gave an order, and all the disciples of the academy claimed yes.

Immediately after he waved his sleeves, a large blue cloud surged out from his sleeves, lifted Su Mu, Zhao Ming and several other old men, and flew towards the cliff mountain.

Su Mu only felt that his feet were light, and then his whole body flew up, like flying through the clouds!
"Is this the method of Confucianism cultivators?"

Su Mu's spirit was refreshed. It was the first time he had seen such supernatural powers after being in this world for so long.

Although it is known that flying to the sky and escaping from the ground is a basic exercise for the strong in this world, as a modern soul, it is quite a wonderful feeling to experience flying in the clouds without any tools.

The big red-haired bird stood on Su Mu's shoulder, leaned into his ear and said, "This old boy looks like a vulgar martial artist, but he is actually really extraordinary."

"This cloud is called Pingbuqingyun. It seems that he has already cultivated awe-inspiring energy, and he is probably a strong man of the third rank."

Su Mu didn't understand what he meant, so he asked, "Smooth progress? Great spirit? Is there any connection between the two? Didn't Zhao Ming say that even the middle and third ranks can fly?"

Although the beak of the big red-haired bird is said to be stinky, it knows a lot of things, much more than Zhao Ming.

"He is a vulgar soldier who knows nothing!"

The red-haired bird first scorned Zhao Ming, and then said, "Ordinarily, the third-rank monks fly with their own life objects. If they don't have their own life objects, they can fly a hammer."

"Confucianism Cultivator is quite special, even the Confucianism Cultivator of the lower third grade can fly for a short time with the help of poetry; and if Confucianism Cultivator cultivates a noble and righteous energy, he can gain the supernatural power of rising steadily.

This kind of supernatural power is not ordinary. It is easy to control Qingyun and travel thousands of miles a day. The key is that there is no distinction between grades.

It is even possible for the lower third-rank Confucianism cultivators to obtain it.

However, among the 1 Confucianism cultivators, there may not be one person who possesses grand righteousness. If you want to cultivate grand righteousness, you must have righteousness in your heart and perfect virtue.

Possessing grand righteousness is also an inevitable condition for Confucianism cultivators to enter the third rank; this old boy is still the dean of the academy at such an age, and the strong third rank has not escaped. "

After listening to the big red-haired bird's explanation, Su Mu suddenly realized.

He probably understands the conditions for cultivating awe-inspiring righteousness, and he must be a moral model.

Going to brothels shouldn't ruin one's morality, right?
It's just to help a group of girls who are living in difficulties, and to teach them everything, there is absolutely no other meaning.

The dean drove them higher and higher, and they could already overlook the scenery of Yashan.

The scenery of Yashan is quite beautiful. Next to it is the main peak of Yashan. The stream on the top of the mountain flows through the woods and merges into a torrent. It falls from a rock and forms an astonishing thousand-foot waterfall.

Because the mountain is too high, the waterfall falls halfway up the mountain, and is blown by the mountain wind to fly flowers and broken jade, scattered in the west and east; then the mountain wind blows from the foot of the mountain, rolling the water and flying straight up.

At the edge of the deep pool at the bottom of the mountain, the water flow of the waterfall has long disappeared. Even if Su Mu flies in the air, he can only feel the drizzle all over the sky.

This is the wonder of the cliff mountain, which is called wind and water.

There is also a lush peach forest on the mountain.

"This peach grove is called Rulin. The master was looking for mountains here, and the peach pits left after eating peaches were conceived. After many years, this peach grove came into being."

"The children of my academy often break branches to make pens here, and write poems and articles to get the blessing of literary luck."

Pointing to the peach grove, the dean introduced to Su Mu with a smile, "I still have a mahogany pen with me, I will give one to my younger brother later."

"Thank you, brother."

Naturally, Su Mu wouldn't refuse something that was given away for nothing.

After a while, the dean drove him to the back mountain of the academy and flew into a bamboo forest.

(End of this chapter)