Han Erdan just spent two hours to order various weapons for the decoration. When he came back, he saw three rangers kneeling in front of the martial arts hall, which looked like three bows and nine kowtows. He wanted to join the martial arts hall wholeheartedly, as if there was a supreme charm here that could attract them.

"This..." Han Erdan, who was confused, entered the door, pointed to the rangers who were still moving on the ground, and threw doubtful eyes at Han Yan and Shi.

"They want to be my teacher, but I really don't know how to do martial arts." Han Yan spread his hands in a dilemma, pulled up the collar on his chest, and slapped it twice when he fanned and said, "Look at me, my thin body, is even a weak person, so how can I be qualified to teach others."

"..." Han Erdan was speechless.

When the owner of the museum came back, Han Yan continued to persuade the goosemen: "I am just a lecturer, I only talk about reason and not fight. The one who really knows martial arts is the owner. If you want to become a disciple, you should find him."

The three rangers looked up, looked at Han Erdan, and then asked Han Yan again: "I wonder if the owner of the museum has successfully built the foundation?"

"He is still in the realm of an ordinary person, far from foundation building, but it is enough to fight ten."

"Then we won't worship..."

"Why?"

"If you don't have supernatural powers, don't learn."

"..." Han Yan: "But I don't know magical powers, it's useless for you to worship me."

"The lecturer has a profound understanding of the true meaning of practice, a profound practice of Taoism, and an understanding of martial arts and supernatural powers. If you teach it..." The three rangers' eyes were full of hope.

Han Yan had nothing to say and couldn't refuse. The three of them knelt at the door, which attracted the attention of many passers-by. This was a bit too big. It was just the second day of the opening. You should not attract the public's attention too quickly, otherwise you would expose your identity. According to Meng's followers who want to chop off your arms and legs, it is more important to calm down quickly.

"Since that's the case, I will accept you and the three of you as registered disciples. I will give you names according to your age. The road to Ah San is long. Don't worry. Whenever you show your sincerity, I will pass on you to the true achievements."

Before Han Yan finished speaking, the three rangers were ecstatic and their heads were knocked to the ground. Faced with the temptation of cultivating immortals, they wanted to worship Lecturer Han as the king of heaven.

Pig witnessed Han Yan's process of taking disciples. The temptation to become an immortal had a strong impact on his cognition. He also wrote the secrets of magical skills by himself. Seeing that the position of the eldest brother was stolen, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He quietly pulled Han Yan's clothes behind him, and said shyly: "Yan Shi... Lecturer, the position of the eldest brother...I."

Han Yan rolled his eyes, and in order not to reveal his feelings, he had to show off to the end, pointing at the rangers and saying, "You are the true disciples, and they want to worship you when they see you."

Ayi and others were very good at speaking. When they heard that the pig was the true teaching, they must have a higher status than the registered disciples. They quickly surrounded them and flattered them, allowing the pig to enjoy the nobleness of the big bosses in the world.

As for the tuition fees for apprenticeship, Han Yan did not mention it at all and did not intend to continue to develop religious scholars. Several locals in Luoyang could do it.

It was noon, the old alley was deep and narrow, the stone slabs were clean and smooth, the wind was blowing slowly, the grass poked its head in the gaps in the corners of the wall, and the archway was located at the forgotten intersection. Time and wind and rain wiped out their scenery back and forth, leaving only the traces of words. Children wearing old clothes ran around the alley, playing games of childhood, and the elderly sat on the threshold of the street holding their rice bowls while eating and chatting. That was their story, the wine that was covered in dust when they were young, and with the age of aging, it became more and more mellow.

The pig went to the nearby wine house to pack a table of delicious food and brought it back to a banquet for the newly-entered junior brothers. On the way, he was thinking about when he could successfully build the foundation... Although he knew very well that Han Yan must be bragging, his vague ambition to become an immortal still brought him a glimmer of hope and fantasy.

After some wine and chatting, Han Yan looked like a high-ranking master, looking at people with a squinted look down, and began to inquire about the news.

"I'll ask you to wait..." I deliberately elongated and attracted the eyes of Ayi and others, "I heard that someone in Luoyang City has become rich recently because of papermaking. Can you tell the details of that person?"

"Making paper?" A San said in confusion: "Isn't that the Ling family? Only his family in Luoyang made paper, and it became a luxury family in less than half a year."

"What is the origin of this Ling family?" Han Yan asked with a frown.

"It is said that he is the son-in-law of the Lord God of the Shaofu, one of the nine ministers. He was still unknown half a year ago. Even we gossipers don't know that there are people like him in Luoyang. Later, I suddenly heard that he borrowed huge sums of money from Ziqian's family, hired long-term workers, bought slaves, and built workshops. Then he began to get rich. He once crushed the price of paper to plummet, and accumulated huge wealth of thousands of families. After that, we were idle and dug out his details, and then we realized that he was the son-in-law of the Shaofu God, so everyone was not surprised."

"Why aren't you surprised?" Shi asked.

"Is this amazing?" A Er was surprised and said, "Shaofu manages the papermaking department. The Shaofu God must know the secret recipe for papermaking. It is not a big deal to copy a copy for his son-in-law, right?"

"This is not a big deal?" Shi glared at him, anxious for Han Yan.

"Of course it's not a big deal. Jiuqing has a high position and power, and is highly valued by His Majesty. Paper represents amazing wealth in our eyes, but it is within our eyes that Jiuqing can get rich. Whoever they want to make money will get rich." Ayi answered the question with such an attitude.

In his heart, rights represent wealth. As long as he has power, money is within his reach. As for Shaofu Paper Cheng who invented Elm Paper, everyone has never paid attention to him from the bottom of his heart, and there is no concept of intellectual property rights.

You have created something and I have the ability to use your things for myself, that is right.

Han Yan sighed, it is useless to say too much about these things. Inventions and creations are all strange tricks and tricks in the eyes of rulers. Can you still hope that the people can understand copyright?

"What is the relationship between this Ling family and the Great Hero Ju Meng?"

A Yi was puzzled: "Lingshi and the great hero?"

A Er was confused: "It shouldn't be OK, right?"

A San shook his head: "I didn't hear any news about the two of them... On the contrary, after becoming rich, Ling's family became arrogant and domineering, bullying the people, and forcibly robbing the women of the people, and was encountered by the great hero."

"They didn't meet?" Han Yan didn't believe it. He left Chang'an City with his front feet, and issued a wanted order according to Meng Houjiao. Is this a coincidence?

"There is indeed no news, but according to the hero who recently issued a wanted order for the Ranger to avenge his nephew Sang, this incident has caused a sensation in Luoyang City. If the flatterer Han Yan retreats outside, it would be fine. As long as he dares to come to Luoyang, we must cut him into a stick." Asan tensed his mouth and gestured with his hand knife to cut him.

"..." Your uncle, I am right in front of you. I just kowtowed to me and became a disciple. Now I will kill your master, which is a traitor.

After carefully reading the clues, there are two problems facing Han Yan now.
Chapter completed!