Chapter 3420: The Cliff Academy, the Golden Scholar

Chen Pingan handed over the pass, which was stamped with seals from countries in both continents and all over the country. The seals were so dense that the old scholar in the academy was surprised.

"Young Master, you have traveled to so many places!"

Chen Pingan nodded modestly, with a subtle and warm smile, giving people a very comfortable impression. He began to ask the old scholar about Li Baoping's details.

"Sir, do you know a little girl named Li Baoping? She likes to wear a red cotton jacket and a red skirt."

"Who in our academy doesn't know this girl? Not to mention the academy, I guess even the capital of the Sui Dynasty has been visited by the little girl. She is full of energy every day, which makes us old guys who can't walk very envious. Today, she skipped class and sneaked out of the academy again. If you come half an hour earlier, you might just meet little Baoping."

The old scholar liked Li Baoping very much, with a kind and doting expression on his face, and said with a smile.

"She left the academy alone?"

Chen Ping'an was very close to this little girl who wore a red cotton jacket in autumn, winter and spring and a red skirt in summer, much more than Li Huai and others. She was also very close to him and always called him "little master uncle".

The first person Chen Ping'an wanted to see when he came to the cliff academy this time was Li Baoping. As for Li Huai and others, they must also meet, but only by the way.

"Every time she sneaked out alone. But don't worry, she went out so many times and never made any mistakes. After all, she is a disciple of the academy. What's more, the capital of the Sui Dynasty has always been stable, the people are simple, and the Minister of Rites is the owner of the academy. Nothing will happen."

The old man saw that Chen Ping'an was very worried about Li Baoping's safety, smiled, and comforted him a few words.

"Looking at the household registration on your pass, you are also from Longquan County, Dali. Are you and the little girl related?"

"We are just from the same hometown. I sent her to the Shanya Academy to study a few years ago, but I didn't climb the mountain to enter the academy!"

Chen Ping'an shook his head, with some memories on his face. Time passed too quickly, and everything seemed like yesterday, but he had changed a lot. He had made some achievements in cultivation, and he also accepted a founding disciple and a registered student, which was also considered to be someone else's teacher.

"Are you going to wait for her to come back at the entrance of the academy?"

The old man nodded and looked up at the sun. It was still early. Every time Li Baoping sneaked out, she would not come back until dusk, which would take several hours.

"I advise you to go to the guest house of the academy first and put your things away. Every time Li Baoping sneaked out, she would come back at dusk at the earliest. You have to wait at least three hours. There is no need."

Chen Ping'an nodded. He hoped that when the little Baoping returned to the academy, he would see him at first sight. It's just that he doesn't mind waiting in front of the mountain gate, but he also has to consider the opinions of Zhou Jue and others.

Zhou Jue ignored Chen Pingan. He was looking at the first cliff academy in the Great Sui Dynasty. The academy building was built against the mountain. Although it was newly built by the Ministry of Works of the Great Sui Dynasty, it was very attentive and created a simple and elegant atmosphere. This cliff academy, which was moved from Dali to the capital of the Great Sui Dynasty, was one of the 72 Confucian academies in the world in the past.

The place where the saints lectured, the sound of books was loud, and the reputation was known throughout the world. When the cliff academy was first built in Dali, the first owner of the mountain proposed an enlightening preface to learning, advocating that the four aspects of learning and thinking should be put on the word "practice".

The entire academy was enveloped by an invisible aura of righteousness, which made Shi Rou feel irresistible. Her soul was suppressed. If she had not occupied the remains of Du Mao's body, she would have been destroyed by the upright and magnificent aura before she even approached the academy.

"Qi Jingchun's territory is indeed extraordinary!"

Zhou Jue retracted his gaze and commented lightly. A pure white light flashed between his eyebrows. The extremely rich aura of righteousness vibrated, resonating with the entire academy, and it was ready to move, affecting the surrounding celestial phenomena. The mountain wind was still, the white clouds dissipated, revealing a bright world, a bright sun, and a clear sky. It was really a good day on earth.

Qi Jingchun was the former dean of Shanya Academy. It was also because of the involvement of the Wensheng lineage that the academy moved from the Dali Dynasty to the Great Sui Dynasty. This Shanya Academy still had the marks of the old scholar and Qi Jingchun, revealing a learning atmosphere of unity of knowledge and action, and pragmatic and truth-seeking.

It's just that the cliff academy is a place for scholars to study, but in Zhou Jue's mouth, it looks like a force of the underworld fighting for territory, which seems a bit weird, so that the old scholar guarding the mountain gate couldn't help but glance at the young scholar in Confucian clothes.

Chen Pingan thought about it, and there was no problem for him to wait for Li Baoping, and even Zhu Lian, Pei Qian, and Shi Rou accompanied him to wait for Li Baoping to return to the mountain. It was not a big problem, after all, the three people's status was not as good as his own.

But Zhou Jue was different. His status was much higher than Li Baoping, and even higher than his master, the old scholar. Letting him wait for a little girl would be a disaster for Li Baoping, and would consume his own luck.

"That's troublesome!"

Chen Pingan bowed his hands and clasped his fists, thanked the old scholar at the mountain gate very politely, and walked into the academy.

The academy has guesthouses specially for entertaining students' relatives and elders, but only symbolically charged a few copper coins, and each guesthouse only cost ten coins a day. Now that there are not many people staying in the guesthouse, Chen Pingan and others asked for five adjacent guesthouses in one go.

In the twilight, Li Baoping's running figure appeared on the street outside the Shanya Academy. The little girl felt that the book's saying that time flies by like a shuttle and a white horse passes by in a flash seemed a little wrong. When it came to her, she walked very slowly, which made her anxious.

The little girl in the red skirt could only see the distance in her eyes. She quickly said hello to the old master guarding the door and rushed past.

The old master who was taking a nap suddenly woke up, thinking of Chen Ping'an and his party, and hurriedly shouted to the little girl's back.

"Xiaobaoping, come back!"

Li Baoping did not stop, waving his hands, staying on the spot, turning his head to look at the old master who was waving to him, then stepped back, running not too slow, and returned to the mountain gate, and asked curiously.

"Mr. Liang, is something wrong?"

The old man named Liang asked curiously: "Didn't you meet anyone you knew on the road?"

Old Master Liang told Li Baoping that a young man came to the academy to look for her. He first stood at the door for a long time, then went to the guest house to put down his luggage, and came here twice more. The last time was half an hour ago.

When Li Baoping heard this, his eyes showed a look of surprise and excitement. He didn't have time to say goodbye to the old master, so he trotted towards the academy guest house.

"Little uncle!"

When Li Baoping saw the young man in white walking towards him from the guest house, he suddenly stopped and cried out loudly as he was about to cry.

Chen Ping'an's figure flashed, like a white light across the void, and landed in front of the little girl in red dress. Her two snow-white sleeves fluttered like a romantic immortal, with a bright smile. She looked at Li Baoping happily and whispered softly. road.

"Uncle Junior is here!"

The little girl ran into Chen Pingan's arms and hugged him tightly. She had countless words in her stomach that she wanted to talk to, but she didn't know how to speak at this time.

Chen Pingan gently patted the little girl's head, said with a warm and gentle smile.

"The little treasure bottle has grown a lot taller!"

The little girl jumped out of Chen Pingan's arms, wrinkled her little face, looked up at Chen Pingan's face, and said distressedly.

"Little uncle, why are you growing faster than me? You can't catch up."

One large and one small, they walked into the academy and headed towards the guest house. Li Baoping was like a little oriole, chattering non-stop, introducing Chen Ping'an to the situation in the academy.

In the guest house, a tall old man and Pei Qian were standing at the door. Pei Qian quietly opened his mouth wide without making a sound, making a mouth shape with the character Mao, reminding Chen Ping'an of the identity of the old man, the deputy mountain master of the Cliff Academy.

Zhou Jue sat swaggeringly in the guest house, turning a blind eye to the Master of Spear Mountain outside the house. The rich and awe-inspiring aura around him made the Confucian saint bow his head and bow in salute.

"Sir, your great presence will make Shanya Academy shine!"

Mao Xiaodong looked very respectful when facing Zhou Jue. Although he didn't know the true identity of Zhou Jue's incarnation, he could clearly sense the vast and rich aura of awe in him. He was no less generous than his teacher Wen Sheng, so that He didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

The mountains are not high, but there are immortals. Zhou Jue's arrival shocked the literary movement of Cliff Academy and aroused the resonance of Haoran's righteousness. Mao Xiaodong noticed the saintly image, so he came to pay his respects.

"I'm just quietly thinking about it. I'm passing by the Cliff Academy. You don't need to pay attention to it. If you have anything to say, go talk to Chen Ping'an!"

Mao Xiaodong nodded, indicating that he understood, then looked at Chen Pingan and said.

"Chen Pingan, let's talk."

Mao Xiaodong and Chen Ping'an were brothers in the same school, so there was no need to be polite. They walked hand in hand towards Mao Xiaodong's study. Only Li Baoping and Pei Qian were left standing at the door, one wearing a red skirt and the other wearing a black tan.

Li Baoping stared at Pei Qian. Pei Qian was so nervous that he didn't know how to move his hands and feet. His original bold words and ambitions, and any attempt to compete with Li Baoping, had long been forgotten.

Li Baoping walked around Pei Qian, finally stood back and asked.

"Are you Pei Qian? Junior uncle said that you were his first disciple and we walked a long way together?"

Pei Qian drooped his head and nodded, looking dejected. All the arrogance and arrogance of the past were gone.

"My uncle said that you are very talented in martial arts, you are smart, and you can endure hardships like me. He also said that your biggest dream is to ride a little donkey and travel around the world?"

Pei Qian raised his head and glanced at Li Baoping. He felt ashamed, lowered his head again, nodded slightly and said nothing.

"Follow me and I'll give you two things as a meeting gift."

Li Baoping turned around and left. After walking a certain distance, he noticed that Pei Qian was standing still like a piece of wood. The little girl in the red skirt patted her forehead and walked backwards back to the little girl in black charcoal. He reassured.

"Uncle Junior said you are timid, then put that yellow talisman on your forehead first, and then come with me!"

Pei Qian quickly took out a pagoda demon-suppressing talisman and slapped it on his forehead. Only then did he gain some courage. With a smile on his face, he took out another lamp-raising talisman and handed it to Li Baoping.

Pei Qian was afraid of walking into the dark alleys, so Li Baoping put a sack on himself as soon as he turned around. When the time came, he threw himself into a corner of the Sui capital. He thought of trying to please Li Baoping first. He was indeed adapting to the wind. The grass on the wall, the tough-minded loser.

Li Baoping took the lamp-raising charm, dipped it in his saliva, slapped it hard on his forehead, laughed loudly, patted his chest, and said proudly.

"Pei Qian, you are my junior uncle's first disciple. You don't have to be afraid in the academy. With me here, no one dares to bully you. Don't worry!"

Pei Qian has the sun and the moon in his eyes, and he can see many secrets that ordinary people cannot see, such as the ups and downs of people's hearts. Some people are like ink, and their hearts are dark. Some people are like mud, confused and have no idea, such as Zhu Lian. It's particularly scary, with bloody winds, thunder and lightning, but there is a vaguely beautiful attic with a rich and noble atmosphere.

It was as if there was a huge dark pool in Cui Dongshan's heart, but it was not the kind of dead water. There was a shadowy outline of a dragon swimming slowly. Every time the dragon's body approached the water surface, it brought chilling ripples. Fortunately, there were piles of golden and silver books next to the pool, which made it not so gloomy and terrifying. Therefore, Pei Qian was very afraid of Cui Dongshan.

Pei Qian could sense that Li Baoping's heart was as pure as glass, which made her feel ashamed and dared not to wrestle with him.

Pei Qian's talent only failed once, that was when Zhou Jue was sitting in the guest house. She could not sense the ups and downs of the other person's heart. It was as if a layer of pure white light was shrouded around her, dazzling and bright, and she could not see anything, which seemed extremely mysterious.

Zhou Jue was not interested in the relationship between the two girls. Li Baoping was smart, heroic, lively and agile, which was very suitable for Zhou Jue's temper, and he admired her a little.

"As expected of the true successor of Qi Jingchun's literary heritage, he is smart and lovable!"

"But Mao Xiaodong, a scholar in the Jade Pu Realm, is old-fashioned and conservative. He really doesn't look like a disciple of the old scholar!"

Zhou Jue shook his head. He really couldn't stand communicating with people like Mao Xiaodong. He felt more comfortable with shameless people like the old scholar.

Chen Ping'an and others stayed in the Shanya Academy for five days. Zhou Jue almost never left the guest house. He only showed up at dinner every day, which seemed unusually quiet.

The academy is in charge of a Confucian saint. It is an independent little world. On the top of Donghua Mountain, Mao Xiaodong used his great magical power, and the weather on the top of the mountain changed from the hot summer to the golden autumn, with clear and refreshing autumn air.

Chen Pingan sat in the west, with a colorful golden stove in front of him. He fanned the air with the spiritual energy stored in the water palace, and ignited it with a breath of pure martial arts, driving the furnace to burn clusters of refining fire. The furnace was bright and bright, like a scorching sun on earth.

A golden Wendan hovered above the furnace and slowly descended. This Wendan was cut out from the heart of the city god Shen Wen and given to Chen Pingan. It was of extremely high quality.

This golden Wendan was condensed from the truth of a scholar, representing Shen Wen's recognition and expectations of Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan used the refining method to control a palm-sized jar of gold sand and sprinkled it into the furnace. The fire became more fierce, illuminating his entire face. Clear eyes are bright and beautiful, hands are not trembling at all, and the heart is like an ancient well, without any waves.

The golden Wendan rose and fell in the furnace, slowly rotating and turning, with divine auras dotted like the stars in the sky at first night.

Among the many natural treasures, the sabre of the Martial Saint in the Martial Temple of the capital of a country in Aquarius Continent and the thousand-year-old ox horn that was half a foot long were the most difficult to refine.

Chen Pingan was calm and steady, and he slowly refined many natural treasures with the immortal formula that everything can be refined, including the sabre of the Martial Saint and the thousand-year-old ox horn that was half a foot long and difficult to refine.

The sabre of the Martial Saint gradually melted, starting from the tip of the knife, and a drop of golden water was melted, falling into the colorful golden box stove. The speed of the water droplets falling became faster and faster, connecting into a line, like a golden waterfall falling on the earth.

When Chen Pingan breathes, he moves his Qi through three Qi Palaces and three passes in the 18-stop sword Qi movement. His Qi is like a rainbow, and his skin is slightly undulating, like a drum beating on a battlefield. There is no sound on the top of Donghua Mountain, but it is filled with a solemn and murderous intention.

More than 30 pieces of natural treasures are refined one by one in order, and the timing must be grasped without any error, and the furnace temperature must not deviate.

Chen Pingan is always focused, with no distractions, and each piece of natural treasure is transformed from real to virtual, reciting articles and poems by sages. He has read a lot of truths in these years, and has read the truths in the books into his bones, integrating knowledge and action, and these truths are integrated into the golden literary courage.

The colorful mist filled the air, and the furnace suddenly became silent. The smoke and clouds dissipated. The golden literary gall had turned into golden juice, slowly growing and rising, and turned into a finger-long little man in a Confucian robe with a sword on his back. He jumped to the edge of the top of the furnace and looked up at Chen Pingan. His face was vague and had no fixed shape. He looked a bit like Chen Pingan. He had a few golden books tied with thin golden threads around his waist, and said in a dignified manner.

"Read more! And you said it yourself, knowing your mistakes can improve you!"

Chen Pingan spent a lot of energy to refine the golden literary gall, and his head was full of sweat. He wiped it with his sleeves and nodded in response.

"Let's encourage each other."

The natal item is an item that the practitioner selects based on his own talent, root bone and opportunity to intersect with his own life and can assist his own practice. It can connect with the practitioner's mind and help the practitioner better understand the laws of heaven and earth and improve the realm of cultivation.

A scholar in a Confucian robe appeared silently on the top of Donghua Mountain. As a Confucian saint sitting in the academy, Mao Xiaodong did not notice it at all. His eyes were clear, and there was a white light shining between his eyebrows. He was handsome and elegant, and he looked carefully at the blurred face of the golden Confucian robe man, and suddenly spoke.

"The quality of your life object is still a little poor, and the face is not clear. Let me help you!"

Chen Ping'an, Mao Xiaodong woke up, turned his head and saw that it was Zhou Jue who came. He was relieved and put down his guard and vigilance.

"I am good at cultivating the spirit of righteousness!"

Zhou Jue held his head high, put his hands behind his back, and chanted aloud. The infinite spirit of righteousness condensed and turned into countless Confucian classics, which spread all over the void and shone with colorful lights, like a dazzling galaxy. Seeing this, the golden Confucian robe man danced with joy, was extremely excited, jumped up, and fell into the Wenyun Galaxy.

Countless articles and Confucianism essences were integrated into the body of the golden man, making him more solid and clear-faced, like a smaller version of Chen Pingan.

"Burp!"

The golden man in Confucian robes swallowed countless Confucian essences and classic articles, his stomach was inflated, his mouth opened, and he burped very loudly, unable to eat any more.

Seeing this, Zhou Jue waved his hand, and the Confucian classics, books and principles, and the righteous spirit in the sky dissipated. The golden man in Confucian robes turned into a golden rainbow and drilled into Chen Pingan's lungs and acupoints, lying there lazily, unwilling to move, it was supported by Zhou Jue's principles and essences. At the same time, there was a golden literary gallbladder hovering in the cave, which was actually one with the Confucian robe man with a sword on his back and a book hanging on his back.