In the late autumn morning, the cold howled on the wilderness grass.

The sky gradually lit up, and a dazzling red sun appeared. It slowly rose from the horizon behind Jiang Feng, and then slowly sprinkled golden light on the boundless grass.

Jiang Feng had a dog tail grass in his mouth as he leisurely walked on the wilderness grass.

He didn’t look like he was being chased by Sheng Meng, and he needed to run for his life in a hurry. He was more like a student traveling in all directions, slowly enjoying the scenery along the way.

However, Jiang Feng didn’t have the slightest bit of confidence in being so bold. He wore a two-layered mask on his face.

Inside was the Thousand Illusion Mask, and outside was the Sage Mask.

These two layers of equipment were as thin as cicada wings on his face and as light as nothing, so Jiang Feng wouldn’t feel uncomfortable wearing them.

The advantage of the Thousand Illusion Mask was that it could change its appearance at will, but the disadvantage was that it could be easily sensed by experts that it was wearing a mask.

The advantage of a sage mask is that it won’t be noticed, but the disadvantage is that it can only change one appearance.

Now that Jiang Feng had used the two masks together, his entire body instantly looked like an ordinary looking, refined young man.

In order to match his current image, Jiang Feng’s physical body had changed. He had become thin and weak, as if he was weak due to malnutrition.

Secondly, Jiang Feng’s clothes had also changed. He wore a shabby white cloth that was so starchy that he could easily tell how cheap the cloth was.

If Jiang Feng was to say that there was anything else that was the same as his original mask, it was probably his pitch-black hair and pupils.

Jiang Feng’s eyes, in particular, were as heroic as ever, deep and divine.

Jiang Feng held a map of the Heavenly Dynasty in his hand. This map was found in Jiang Longji’s storage ring.

It was a high-end item, and all the information on the map was clearly marked without mentioning it. If Jiang Feng stared at a point on the map with all his might, the basic terrain of that place would automatically appear in his mind, as well as the general line of descent.

Jiang Feng put away the map in his hand and muttered to himself, “The Chaohui Mansion is less than thirty miles away. Isn’t this the territory of the Kong Family?”

That’s right, the most famous ones in Chaohui Manor are the Ancestral Master Confucian Temple and the Wen Sheng Clan.

The former was the most flourishing place in Chaohui Manor, while the latter was the birthplace of Wensheng Kong Clan. Even now, Saint Kong Qiuni still lived in the Saint Wen Clan, and every month, he would spare time to teach to his disciples.

Jiang Feng thought that since he had already arrived, wouldn’t it be a great pity if he didn’t experience the scenery of the Holy Land of Confucianism?

Of course, although Jiang Feng seemed to think so on the surface, in reality, the most real thought in his heart was, “Kong Qiuni, that old sour scholar, has caused quite a bit of trouble for me in the Confusion Dispel Arena. Since he has already come, wouldn’t it be a great pity if he didn’t teach the Kong family a lesson?”

When Jiang Feng thought of the people who could go to the Chaohui Manor to entertain the Kong Family, his mood immediately became much more excited.

Jiang Feng quickened his pace and ran towards Chaohui Manor. Before long, he entered Chaohui Manor.

Chaohui Prefecture was indeed worthy of being called the sacred land of Confucianism. Ever since Jiang Feng entered Chaohui Prefecture, all he saw along the way were students dressed in Confucian costumes.

Even the inns and tea houses on the streets were mostly called “Confucian Inns” or “Gentlemen Inviting Tea”. In short, one could tell that they were related to Confucianism.

Jiang Feng had been separated from Jiang Xuanhong and Qian Yinglou since last night. It was only now that he had been able to encounter such a prosperous mansion. Naturally, his first task was to find the best inn to stay at first, then wash up properly, and then have a full meal.

Jiang Feng planned to wait for himself to finish all this before slowly thinking about whether he should throw a dung bucket at the Kong Clan’s mansion, or capture all of Kong Qiuni’s disciples and lock them up, then strip them naked and poison them with aphrodisiac?

“Brother, may I ask for your advice?”

Jiang Feng stood in front of a young man and directly intercepted his path. He first bowed to a scholar before asking a question in a scholarly manner. Speaking of which, he should have followed the customs of the countryside.

“Brother, there’s no harm in saying that.”

“Brother, may I ask which is the best inn in the Chaohui Manor? I came from other places, so I’m not too sure about it.”

“Brother is probably also for the Qiuni Academy enrollment? If so, then you have to live in the humble house.

Because Qiuni Academy will only hold the entrance exam in three days, if you want to participate, you have to go to the Hanshi Residence and snatch your room.

If it’s any later, I’m afraid there won’t be a chance. ”

“Hanshi Residence, right? Alright, I’ll go now.”

Jiang Feng turned around and left. After taking two steps, he remembered that he had no idea where the Han Scholar lived. Therefore, Jiang Feng hurriedly turned around and asked where the Han Scholar lived.

The young man smiled at Jiang Feng and said, “Brother, why don’t you come with me? Anyway, I want to go to the Hanshi Residence.”

“That’s great.”

The young man’s name was Yan Meng, a native of Chaohui Manor.

Along the way, Jiang Feng asked Yan Meng a lot of questions, and Yan Meng, who was extremely patient, answered them one by one.

Originally, Han Shiju was an inn run by the Kong family, and it was also the largest inn in the entire Chaohui Manor.

Because of the enrollment of Qiuni Academy, the ordinary rooms of Han Shi Ju had already been occupied, and only the nine small scholarly buildings were left empty.

Naturally, the accommodation prices of these nine small Confucian buildings were all sky high, and every day, there would be experts of the Wen and Dao fighting for the accommodation of these nine small Confucian buildings.

The reason for that was because those who stayed in the Scholarly Forest’s Little Building had the chance to directly enter the Inner Palace of Wen Sheng and become Wen Sheng’s disciples.

After listening to Yan Meng’s introduction, Jiang Feng immediately put away his thoughts of throwing dung buckets and poisoning himself, even though his big plan was to create an organization that surpassed Sheng Meng.

However, it would be interesting to be a disciple of Saint Wen before that, and then eat, drink, whore, and gamble with Sheng Meng everywhere.

Jiang Feng’s thoughts were tactful and circuitous. For a moment, he had already thought of many things.

Yan Meng, who was leading Jiang Feng towards the Han Shi Ju, naturally did not know that Jiang Feng had so many sneaky thoughts in his heart. He stood on the street and pointed at the gate of the Han Shi Ju and said, “Brother Ye, look, the Han Shi Ju has arrived.”

Jiang Feng and Yan Mengbao’s names were still called Ye Ye. Ever since Jiang Feng used this name to trick Shi Changgong, he had a special preference for this alias.

Jiang Feng followed Yan Meng’s direction and looked towards the gate of the Han Shi Ju. The Han Shi Ju looked like a Suzhou garden.

From the outside alone, it gave off a feeling of elegance and elegance.

Jiang Feng raised his right foot and was about to walk towards the gate of the Han Shi Ju when a middle-aged man’s chest was pierced through by a golden divine sense transforming sword. His entire body flew out of the Han Shi Ju’s gate.

Bang!

The middle-aged man landed right in front of Jiang Feng’s toes. Jiang Feng hurriedly pulled Yan Meng back two steps to prevent the blood on the middle-aged man from splashing onto the two of them.

Obviously, this middle-aged man is already a corpse …