Chapter 3132

The old man with white hair is not looking at five people.

"Wenqu Pavilion is divided into ten floors. Each floor contains 360 volumes of war books and 100 small attics. According to the spiritual cultivation, check different military books. There is an order in the summer judgment. You need to memorize a hundred military books before you can leave Wenqu Pavilion. "

Old Jin said, will ye Lingyue and others to the first floor.

"A lot of..."

Pan Qing and others can not help but gape.

From the appearance, Wenqu Pavilion is just a very common ancient building, but after going deep into the interior, it is found that it is in a circular shape, like an ancient Colosseum.

But different from the usual arena, the central position of Wenqu Pavilion is a small attic, which is the place where the warlords who enter Wenqu pavilion have a daily rest.

As for the surrounding area, there are a large number of obelisks, on which are carved a large number of seal characters. About every dozen obelisks is a Book of war.

Judging from the seal script, there are a large number of characters from ancient times to the present. In the Wenqu Pavilion on the first floor, there are thousands of military script obelisks, and the layout of ten floors is the same.

Each small attic has its own room, which is only equipped with the most basic desk and bed. In addition, there is a small concentration array.

Wenqu Pavilion can provide daily water and food. Eating, drinking and Lasa are all in the small attic. According to the different floors, the daily supply of concentration array requires one to five pieces of high-class Obsidian stones.

Ye Lingyue looked at the past and saw a person sitting in every attic of the first.

Most of them were originally big, but after a long career in Wenqu Pavilion, many people looked confused and recited something in their mouth, like crazy.

The whole Wenqu Pavilion is silent in a strange depression.

Ye Lingyue feels like a huge, continuous cell here.

And those obelisks are like tombstones of countless dead people.

The feeling of the four warlords around is also similar to ye Lingyue.

They all know that once they step into the Wenqu Pavilion, it will be very difficult to leave.

"You first choose the loft you want to live in. The higher you go, the higher the price will be. After choosing the attic, you can go into any one of the first five floors to select the war books. Above the five levels, only those with solid Ding level can enter, or they can enter after memorizing more than 30 military books. If you don't have enough Obsidian stones, you can help me clean Wenqu pavilion every day. In Wenqu Pavilion, no fighting is allowed, otherwise the king's camp will be expelled immediately. I hope to see you leave Wenqu Pavilion one day. "

Mr. Jin said, and he was gone.

"The old man is so gloomy and weird that he looks like we can't leave Wenqu Pavilion in our whole life."

Cang Wu's face is gloomy.

In order to facilitate the collection of books, Wenqu Pavilion is dark and gloomy. It looks like a tomb of a living dead person.

Cang Wu would like to leave here earlier.

"He's just telling the truth. With 100 military books, I'm afraid that a few of us here will be hard to get out of here for decades."

The withered face ghost mother's eyes twinkled and swept around the obelisks.

In the Wenqu Pavilion, the ghost mother's mood is very complicated, both a little worried, but also very excited.

Wenqu Pavilion is the holy land of strategists.

Thousands of books of art of war can be selected into the army King's camp, which must be handed down from generation to generation.

Her family's collection of art of war is less than one thousandth of that here.

Although they have not yet started to learn the art of war, even the children of a martial arts family like kumian Guimu know that they are extremely ancient books of war.

It takes a lot of energy to decipher this kind of military books.

Ye Lingyue is the most worried mother of the dead face ghost.

Ye Lingyue said earlier that she would stay in Bingwang Pavilion for at most half a year for personal reasons.

Can you finish 100 military books in half a year?

Not to mention a hundred, even five, ten are extremely difficult.

"Let's not talk about that. We'll pick the place to live, and then we'll learn."

Ye Lingyue is also the first time to see such a mountain pile of books of war.

According to Mr. Jin's earlier remarks, it is temporarily impossible to step on the moon with more than five layers of leaves.

She had a lot of obsidian in hand, so she chose a loft on the fifth floor facing south as her residence.

Although Yao Jing is expensive in the fifth floor, there are fewer people living there.

The other four warlords were scattered in the fourth and third layers.

After settling down, ye Lingyue went to the first floor and began to check the first floor of Wenqu Pavilion.

"That's Wu Tao, Bing Ji It was... "

Ye Lingyue in the first layer of obelisks one by one, walking in her brain while recalling the scene of the past.Under the cool pine oil lamp, the man held a Book of war in his hand.

The man's long eyelashes fell, and the rest of his eyes went to the bed beside him.

However, a small bag in the shape of a human was raised on the bed, and a small head sneaked out from under the quilt.

After being caught, the small head swished back, leaving only a pair of big black eyes.

A man's cold side face more than a little helpless, tight lips spread, face more than a little helpless.

He took a long leg, went to the bed, and patted a few "small bags" with his hands

"Yueer, how many times has my father said that she will go to sleep before Xu Shi. Otherwise your mother will find out and blame me again

His wife, Yunsheng, has been practicing medicine for many years, and yebeiming is still on the military post. The last time he returned home, he saw his daughter squatting alone in the field talking to himself with a tree.

Yebeiming worried that her daughter would be affected if she went on like this, so he discussed with his wife and took her to the military camp.

As soon as he arrived at the barracks, he was like a bird out of his cage. He was alive every day, which made yebeiming angry and funny.

"Dad, tell a story or sing a song to yue'er. My mother used to sing and tell stories to yue'er. Stories can tell all kinds of fairy tales. Yueer is lovely to listen to. "

Small Ling month out of the fluffy small head, a pair of crescent eyes full of hope.

Night Beiming listen, a face of embarrassment, singing, telling stories, he knows nothing.

He was a man of unsmiling character. He knew nothing about fairy tales of his wife Yunsheng's time.

"Dad, why are you not interesting? How can you catch up with your mother?"

Xiao Lingyue's mouth is pursed high.

"What's not? Where do you hear all this nonsense?"

Night Beiming see, is a headache to rub the head of small Lingyue.

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