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The sky was bright, and the east gate of the Yan Jing City was wide open. who guarded the gate were also familiar with the warrior leader, so there were already many horse carriages lining up for the east mountain.

Today, the Huang Residence was still in a horse carriage, which was being led by the old coachman, Uncle Fu. However, Master Huang did not follow them to the imperial court today, and even though Mrs Huang was unable to see Mu Tu, he still reluctantly bid farewell to his daughter in front of the door.

The students got out of the cars, cupped their hands in salute to each other, and entered in a line. Their luggage was then delivered by the servants to their respective dormitories. Upon entering the main gate of the Martial House, there were already a few seniors waiting there, leading the students to their respective academies.

The students stopped talking and started rushing towards the classroom in groups of two and three. Mu Tu also quickly headed towards the courtyard of Old Meng.

The rising sun shone on the land, Mu Tu looked for the effect of yesterday and rushed over to the place where his own dorm should be.

The Old Meng's courtyard was very elegant, there were two taels of green bamboo and a bit of mountain climbing tiger spiraling on the wall. He had been in too much of a hurry yesterday, so he didn't have a good look at it.

The Martial House was currently a high school in the Central Plains. Mu Tu heard that the tower at the back was called the Xiang Xi Tower, and there were various famous Plan s, as well as many martial arts secret manuals and comprehension of realms. It was very useful to Mu Tu.

As he walked into the courtyard of the Old Meng, he could see that the servants of the Huang Residence were putting out his luggage. Mu Tu looked at the already arranged luggage, saw that there were no problems, then took off the Twilight Knife on his back and placed it on his own bed, exhorted Gu Mengyan a few more times, and softly said: "I need to go to the Martial House's tower, but the Plan still requires teacher to bring me in.

Outside the house, an old instructor walked in with a little boy. "The Plan and the lead soldiers are two different sides, the current war is happening everywhere, and the reason for the expansion of the Martial House recruitment is to prevent the upcoming war. The Lv Village is currently occupying most of the smaller cities, and the government hopes to drag them in the Quan Jiao city and kill them outside, but there are spies who have come to report.

Hearing the old instructor's judgement, Mu Tu's expression congealed, and immediately after, he raised his head and looked at the old instructor deeply. He did not say a word, and only held the Twilight Knife in his hands, while being cautious.

This old instructor seemed to have investigated him before, as he was wearing a simple and unadorned robe, but his hands looked like they belonged to an old martial artist, and his body was very clean, even his shoes were not stained. This old instructor seemed to have no ill intentions towards him, he only held a thick book, and an iron gourd hung from his waist; the mouth of the gourd seemed to be unsealed, and was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Mu Tu's gaze lingered on the old man's book and his gourd for a long time. In the end, he put down the blade in his hand and looked at the old man without saying a word.

This was the Martial House, and this old man didn't have any killing intent towards him, furthermore, no one dared to kill Martial House's students in the Martial House, and the old man was very dull. He seemed to have seen through everything and thoroughly investigated Mu Tu's information, but only reminded him that Mu Tu still had two more years.

Mu Tu slowly lifted his head to look at the old man, and asked softly: "Old man, who are you? "How do you know?" His voice was very kind, it was impossible for him to have any ill intentions towards the old man.

"I am the Martial House's instructor, Sir Cai, son, and your fist is a bright spark that will attract me to become your disciple. It is better to leave Old Meng to be my disciple, as Old Meng is good at changing, while I am steady. I guarantee that you will improve in two years' time, and that you will be able to fight steadily and be useful in the front lines."

Mu Tu felt as though his heart had been hammered by a fist. He looked at the old man and then looked at the courtyard of the Old Meng, and after being silent for a long while, he finally shook his head.

Elder Cai seemed to feel that it was a pity. Seeing that Mu Tu was very resolute, he sighed deeply, turned around, and walked away. He did not give Mu Tu another glance, and walked out of the Old Meng's courtyard.

The old man walked out of the courtyard and quickly arrived at the tower behind the Martial House. After showing his proof of identity, he quickly went to the second floor and entered.

An old man with a thinning head of white hair walked out from behind the door, his back facing Old Cai. "That kid doesn't want to leave Old Meng to learn from you, right?"

Elder Cai smiled in embarrassment, then spread his hands and sat down on a chair beside the old man. He opened his book and carefully studied it. The door to the second floor closed, leaving nothing behind but the sound of books flipping.