Morning is the busiest time for all major flying docks, with constant flow of flying water over Nanxianfang.
The wanderers and prodigals who played all night long, the dignitaries and dignitaries were returning to the inner city to attend to official duties, and the casual cultivators or nobles from the local area were coming to the city to catch up with the morning market transactions.
Large and small flying beasts or flying magic weapons gathered from the half-white sky, trailing bright tail flames and slowly falling towards the major flying docks.
At the same time, there were people who stayed up all night, wielding swords and beasts, or left Nanxianfang in flying sedans.
It was the first time for Chen Yanjun to see the splendor of the Fairy City of the Tang Dynasty up close, and he was still very shocked.
In addition to the shock, there is also a sense of wonder: as if this is not the age of immortal martial arts, but the era of science fiction with a distorted science and technology tree.
The architectural style of the Tang Dynasty continued into the Xianwu era, with simple and majestic shapes, far-reaching eaves, strong brackets, floating lights, and stretches like a dragon, making it look particularly elegant and free.
Compared with the red windows and green tiles, withered beams and painted buildings of later generations, which made people wish they could do a monastery in a shell, it is less refined and graceful and more majestic.
This is what Chen Yanjun likes most about the Tang Dynasty: cultural confidence, informality, and the whole society is filled with a vigorous and progressive atmosphere of a big country.
Commerce is also extremely developed, and the hundred-foot-wide streets are bustling with people and traffic.
Most of the passers-by were Han people, dressed simply and unrestrainedly, followed by foreigners and all kinds of Persians, with colorful makeup, a grand scene of people from all over the world coming to visit.
The clerks of the spiritual weapon shops were shouting on the street, bringing various news of huge promotions and discounts in conjunction with the gorgeous dharma seals or fairy lights.
The light flickered in the wine shop on the attic of the inn, and the laughter of guests and singers could be vaguely heard, as well as the refreshing aroma of wine.
Shocks and discussions broke out outside the auction house. Every time a sale was made, the copper bell on the roof rang, and the sweet fairy sound reverberated throughout the city.
In addition, there are some street vendors setting up street vendors.
Such as the casual cultivator who sells spiritual agricultural products, the charlatan who sells dog skin Qi Condensing Pills, the craftsman who affixes magical films to spiritual swords and magical instruments, the fortune teller who dresses up as a hidden master, or the storyteller who arranges royal anecdotes.
people……
Chen Yanjun suddenly realized how happy it is to travel to a world he likes!
So much so that he didn't feel any discomfort at all even after not touching his mobile phone or computer for five days.
With such an immortal martial figure in the Tang Dynasty, he must be an upright person and have a successful career.
Instead of seeking officialdom and being constrained by longevity, like Liu Juzheng: a lonely fly is tired and has no place to land, and the frost on the temples is all over the mountain without knowing how to return.
Although in the world of cultivation, seeking immortality is a basic operation, Chen Yanjun still has another energy in his heart that makes this journey worthwhile.
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The Imperial College is located in Wubenfang of the inner city, at the southeast foot of the Imperial City. Starting from Duweicaoxing, it takes six or seven miles to walk the northern section of Nanxian Street, plus the entire ten-mile section of Zhuque Street in the inner city. It took half an hour for the original owner to walk.
"It's better to take the flying chariot."
Chen Yanjun thought so.
Time was limited, so he would rather spend this half hour reading medical books and add some extra time.
In the Tang Dynasty, there was a kind of transportation called Bu Chao, which was equivalent to an open-top sedan chair and was the predecessor of the sedan chair in later generations.
In the Xianwu era, people with status would ride on flying horses or sedans when going out, while wealthy commoners could ride on flying chariots.
The flying chariot is a flying chariot driven by runes and spiritual jade, which is equivalent to the taxi of Xianwu Datang.
The flying chariot service in Nanxianfang is very attentive. When arriving in the inner city, due to the no-fly restrictions, you will switch to riding a spirit horse.
There are flying chariots parked every other mile in Nanxianfang, or you can ride on them by raising your hand to say hello to the flying chariots passing by.
Chen Yanjun waited for a while and waved in the air, which was no different from what he did in his previous life.
Immediately, a paper-yellow flying chariot slowly landed in front of Chen Yanjun.
The chariot husband is an old man of the ninth grade, with a bun on his head, a long beard hanging down his chest, and a certain immortal spirit.
Although the status of charioteer is not high, it is a real and high-paying profession, and many cultivators are engaged in it.
"Where are you going, Master?"
Chen Yanjun bowed politely, which is an ordinary courtesy for ordinary people to cultivators.
"Imperial Imperial College."
The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"A piece of spiritual jade is enough."
Chen Yanjun thought to himself, one good one is enough.
A piece of spiritual jade is equivalent to a thousand dollars, and its purchasing power is equivalent to a thousand yuan. Is it so expensive to fly away?
"Senior, don't be ridiculous, this is the price of a one-day trip to Nanxianfang plus the inner city. I am a local!"
The old man was calm and composed.
"The distance to the Imperial College is no different from a one-day trip. What's more, I am a ninth-grade craftsman, so the price is naturally higher."
After some haggling, the deal was finally settled at 500 yuan.
The price of immortal service is naturally higher, which is barely acceptable.
For example, an ordinary steamed bun only costs one penny, but a Lingmai steamed bun costs a hundred dollars!
After all, for the first time, Chen Yanjun also wanted to try Datang Fei.
Chen Yanjun found a bag of five hundred dollars and put it in the cloth bag where the pharmacopoeia was kept.
The chariot is made of wood and paper engraved with talismans, and needs to be driven by the carrier's own spiritual power, or by adding spiritual jade to the spiritual furnace.
The former is more expensive. After all, if something breaks down, you can repair it yourself or take the customer to escape, which is obviously safer.
Chen Yanjun stepped onto the flying chariot and sat down cross-legged.
The chariot bearer sat at the spiritual furnace at the rear of the flying chariot, exerted his spiritual power, injected it into the spiritual furnace, and emitted a faint green light.
The feeling of riding on a flying chariot is amazing.
So much so that Chen Yanjun wanted to read some medical books while riding the chariot, but ended up just looking at the scenery along the way.
"The Imperial Academy has just started classes. At present, the genius is bright, the young master is handsome, and he is either rich or noble. I didn't expect him to be so eager to learn."
It was nine o'clock in the morning at first, and now it's early six o'clock. It's indeed early school.
Chen Yanjun said humbly:
"Everyone has to work harder."
The old man smiled.
"I think the master's talent is extraordinary, and since he is so eager to learn, he will surely become a top grader soon."
Although the words were obviously polite, Chen Yanjun still said:
"I'd like to lend you your kind words."
In this way, the old coachman chatted with Chen Yanjun along the way.
It seems that chatting is the professional nature of the coachman.
Kanfu is well-informed and very sensitive to trendy topics.
"I heard that on the day of the Cold Food Festival, strange beasts hurt people on the ancient ferry in Xianyang, and even a student from Danlin Academy of the Imperial Academy died. Is this true?"
"It's true."
Chen Yanjun thought to himself, not only is it true, I am also a party involved.
The old man sighed.
"I thought the city defense formation isolated these monsters in the outer city, but now the prison officer is very busy."
Chen Yanjun thought to himself that the appearance of strange beasts from the mountains and seas in Chang'an City was no small matter.
When you find a cockroach in the sun, it means there are too many people in the dark place to squeeze in.
But the people of Chang'an didn't seem to be wary of this, and continued playing music and dancing.
The time for small talk flew by.
In less than half a stick of incense, the flying chariot landed at the Zhengde gate of the city.
The two got off the chariot, passed the security check of the prison guard with the Imperial College disciple badge, and entered the inner city to transfer to the Lingma.
The man-carrying spirit horse is not tall, but is short and long in body, specifically cultivated by the beast master, and can seat many people.
The charioteer turned into a horseman, carrying Chen Yanjun and galloping on Zhuque Street.
Due to the curfew and flight ban in the inner city, the flow of people on Zhuque Street is much less than that of Nanxianfang.
The architectural style along the neighborhood is also much more primitive. If it weren't for the many flying horses galloping on the road, Chen Yanjun would have felt like he had really traveled to the Tang Dynasty.
Lingma soon arrived at Wubenfang.
Chen Yanjun dismounted and said goodbye to the old man.
Wubenfang is adjacent to the Imperial City to the north and Chongyi Fang to the south. There is a canal passing through the south and east of Fang. To the east is the famous Pingkangfang - the Holy Land of Jiaofang, the birthplace of Chen Yanjun's best friend Jiang Miao. I have heard this since I was a child.
The sound of Yanyu and the sound of reading in the Imperial College grew up. It’s no wonder that when she grows up, she will become the gynecological master of the Imperial College.
The area of a square in Chang'an City is very large.
In addition to the Imperial College, Wubenfang in history also had many residences of dignitaries.
However, in the Xianwu era, the Imperial College expanded its Seventh Courtyard, and all these mansions were moved.
Right now, the Imperial College has just opened its doors.
There are few students in the school.
The layout of the Imperial College is similar to that of a university. Due to the limited area of Wubenfang, the buildings in the prison are particularly tall, almost as high as the imperial city.
From this we can see the status of the Imperial College.
The Imperial College is one of the few forces that has not been affected by Eunuch Qiu or Jing Zhaoyin.
However, the Imperial College hardly listened to the emperor, only to money, and the royal family still had some spare money.
In addition, there are many powerful people in the prison, and no one can offend the Lord Jijiu. The Imperial College has been independent to this day and has maintained its status as the highest ivory tower in the Xianwu Tang Dynasty.
However, the common phenomenon in the Imperial College is that the teachers are arrogant and the students are incompetent.
Otherwise, Chen Yanjun would not be able to enroll.
After entering the prison, Chen Yanjun did not look around. Instead, he walked quickly and quickly arrived at the pavilion of Danlin Courtyard, Baicaotang.
A square bluestone square is surrounded by a medicinal garden, with the main hall, Pharmacopoeia Pavilion and Dancao Pavilion in the middle.
There is a clear pond at the front of Baicaotang. There are three liang of cypress trees planted next to it and seven or eight pavilions. It is a place for disciples to practice morning lessons.
On the back edge, dozens of semi-suspended row wooden houses were built against the mountain, which are where some teachers and students of Danlin Academy live and practice.
Chen Yanjun walked straight into the Pharmacopoeia Pavilion.
The Pharmacopoeia Pavilion of Danlinyuan is a single-building high pavilion, and the pharmacopoeia inside it is vast.
Except for a few unconfirmed secret codes and some forbidden techniques, the rest of the pharmacopoeias are open to Danlin Academy disciples free of charge.
Only when you take it out and borrow it, you need to pay certain grade points and loan fee.
Chen Yanjun thought he came early enough today.
As a result, there was actually a female doctor wearing a gray robe who had arrived at the Pharmacopoeia Pavilion earlier and was reading the secret books and forbidden techniques in the corner.
When passing by, I looked subconsciously and saw that she was the only female doctor from Danlin Academy——
Talk about chastity.
Chen Yanjun quickly saluted:
"Good morning, talk about doctor."
Dr. Tan spends most of his time studying pharmacopoeia and rarely participates in teaching in person, which makes him feel mysterious and low-key.
When seen face to face, the doctor's facial features are elegant and refined, like orchids in an empty valley, with a gossamer-like air of holiness and bookishness.
She has some fine tail lines at the corners of her eyes, a little purple between her eyebrows, and no makeup. Although she is not as beautiful as Mrs. Cui, she has a very good temperament.
And because he doesn't show up often, his Dantian is introverted, and no one knows his specific cultivation level, giving people a very mysterious feeling.
It gives people a vague feeling that they want to explore...
Chen Yanjun thought to himself, even the doctor worked so hard, what reason did he have for not working hard?
He didn't look at it carefully, said hello, and turned around to look for books in the high pavilion.
Tan Zhen lowered her head and flipped through the forbidden books, but didn't notice anyone greeting her.
But out of the corner of her eye, she vaguely caught a glimpse of a figure wearing a white disciple's uniform.
This is strange.
Then he raised his head and looked at the retreating figure in white.
Just a mortal?
Even stranger.
After reading the secret book all night to no avail, and being curious again, Tan Zhen asked:
"Are you a new disciple?"
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Ka Wen, I’ll start with the first chapter and write more at night!