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The old man with white hair and the old man, Jin Lao, are not looking at the five people.

"The Wenqu Pavilion is divided into ten floors, each of which contains 360 volumes of soldier's books, and there are 100 small lofts. According to your spiritual ability, you can view different soldier's books. Soldiers can only leave Wenqu Pavilion. "

Jin Lao said, taking Ye Lingyue and others to the first floor.

"many……"

Pan Qing and others could not help dumbfounding.

From the appearance, Wenqu Pavilion is just a very ordinary ancient building, but after going deep inside, it was found that it was in a ring shape as a whole, like an ancient colosseum.

It is just different from the ordinary Colosseum. The middle position of Wenqu Pavilion is a small attic, which is the place where the soldiers who enter Wenqu Pavilion rest daily.

As for the surroundings, there are a large number of obelisks, and a large number of seal scripts are carved on the stone tablets. About every dozen obelisks is a soldier's book.

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

Each small loft is self-contained, with only the most basic desks and beds in it, in addition to this, there is a small concentration array.

Wenqu Pavilion can provide daily water and food, and all the food and drink Lhasa is also in the small loft. The daily supply of the Concentrating Array, according to the different floors, need to pay one to five fine obsidian.

Ye Lingyue glanced over and saw each one sitting in the attic of the first Zeng.

Most of them were originally burly in shape, but after a long career in Wenqu Pavilion, many people looked muddled and murmured in silence, like crazy.

The entire Wenqu Pavilion was silent in a strange depression.

Ye Lingyue felt like a huge, endless cell here.

And those obelisks are like tombstones of countless dead people.

The feelings of the four surrounding soldiers are similar to Ye Lingyue.

Everyone only felt that the pace at their feet was much heavier. They all knew that once they entered this Wenqu Pavilion today, they wanted to leave here, for fear that it would be very difficult.

"You first choose the attic where you live. The higher you go, the higher the price of the attic will be. After you have selected the attic, you can go to any one of the first five floors to pick a soldier's book. Only Fang Xian can enter or memorize more than 30 military books. If the crystal is not enough, you can help the old man clean the Wenqu Pavilion every day. No fights or fights are allowed, otherwise the Wang Ying will be expelled immediately. During his lifetime, I hope to see you leave Wenqu Pavilion. "

Jin Lao said nothing, and disappeared at once.

"This old man, yin and yang is weird, that looks like we can't leave Wenqu Pavilion in our life."

Cangwu Bingwang's face was sullen.

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

Cang Wu would like to leave here earlier.

"He just told the truth, a hundred soldier books, I'm afraid that a few of us here are really hard to get out in a few decades."

The dry-faced ghost mother's eyes flickered, sweeping the obelisk around.

Being in the Wenqu Pavilion, the ghost-faced mother is very complicated. She is a bit worried, but at the same time very excited.

Wenqu Pavilion is simply a holy place for soldiers.

Thousands of military art collections can be selected into the Bingwang camp, it must be a handicraft.

The collection of art of war in her family is less than a thousandth of it here.

But there are worries and worries. Although they have not yet begun to learn, the art of war on these obelisks, even the children of martial arts families such as the dry-faced ghost mother, have read that they are extremely ancient books of war.

This kind of soldier's book requires a lot of energy just to decipher the text.

Ye Lingyue is the most worried about the mother withered face.

Ye Lingyue said earlier that for personal reasons, she stayed in the Bingwang Pavilion for up to six months.

But in half a year, can you complete a hundred military books?

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

"Don't say this, let's choose where to stay and start learning."

Ye Lingyue was also the first to see such a mountain-like book of soldiers.

According to Jin Lao said earlier, Ye Lingyue, who had more than five floors, was temporarily unable to set foot.

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

Although the fifth floor is expensive, Yaojing is relatively cheaper.

The other four soldiers were scattered on the fourth and third floors.

After settling in, Ye Lingyue went to the first floor first and started to check the first floor of Wenqu Pavilion.

"That's" Wu Tao "," Bing Ji "... that's ..."

Ye Lingyue walked through the obelisk clusters on the first floor one by one, recalling the scenes of the past while walking in her head.

Under the cold pine oil lamp, the man was holding a soldier's book.

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

I saw a small personal bag bulging up on the bed, and a small head sneaked out from under the bedding.

After discovering that he was caught, the small head swished back, leaving only a pair of big black eyes.

The man's cold side face was a little helpless, his tight lips stretched out, and his face was a little helpless.

He crossed his long legs and reached the bed, patting the "small bag" a few times with his hands.

"Yue'er, how many times has Dad said that he will fall asleep before the end of the day. Otherwise your mother will know and blame me again."

His wife Yun Sheng practiced medicine all year round, and Ye Beiming was still in the military. When he returned home last time, he saw his daughter squatting in the wild and talking to a tree.

Ye Beiming worried that her daughter would go on like this, which would have an impact on her growth, so she discussed with his wife and took her to the barracks.

As soon as the little guy arrived at the barracks, he looked like a bird out of the cage, jumping around every day, making Ye Beiming angry and funny.

"Dad, you tell a story or sing a small song to Yue'er. My mother used to sing and tell a story to Yue'er. The story can tell a variety of fairy tales, Yue'er is cute."

Xiao Lingyue peeked out the fluffy little head, a pair of new moon eyes full of expectations.

Ye Beiming listened, embarrassed, singing, telling stories, he knew nothing.

He was an unsmiling character, and his wife Yun Sheng's fairy tales of that era, he knew nothing about it.

"Dad, why are you so uninteresting, how can you catch your mother."

Xiao Lingyue's mouth puckered up.

"What is not fun, where do you hear these nonsense."

Ye Beiming met, rubbing Xiao Lingyue's head with a headache.