Looking to the west, there is an antique pavilion with a simple and unique shape.

There is a plaque hanging on the eaves of the pavilion, with the four characters "Wenchang Academy" written on it.

The font is vigorous and powerful, and it looks like it was written by a famous artist.

Department of Confucian Academy.

The three religions guard the only way from Jingmen Mountain to Zhenyao Pass.

Disciples of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism pass by here.

According to the rules, everyone must take corresponding roads, and each family goes to its own ancient temple, temple, or academy.

There is also a spacious road prepared for hundreds of monks and casual cultivators.

Zhang Song held a piece of weed in his mouth and talked eloquently.

Li Pingan and Xiaojun listened silently.

Zhang Song said: "Brother, the last time we came here, it was very beautiful.

The three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have all asked me to follow their path. It can be said that I am the favorite of thousands of people, but I am a maverick~"

Xiaojun blinked and asked cutely: "Then you were so powerful before, why are you down now?"

Zhang Song waved his hand and said, "Go, you little kid, what do you know?

Remember, don't talk much when you arrive at the Demon Suppression Pass, otherwise you will be easily exploited."

Xiaojun shrank and ran to Li Pingan's side.

You can see Zhang Song walking in stride.

When he arrived at Yaozhen Pass, he was really happy.

He touched the sword behind him and smiled, "Brother, we are almost there."
Chapter completed!