The Gate Of Good Fortune

“Broadcasting, of course..." Jilofei saw Ningcheng standing there muttering to herself, unable to help. The broadcast array method of Qingqin Erxing College was introduced not long ago, because the college was to apply to join Samsung College, in addition to strength strengthening, the college facilities should be strengthened.

That's why the dueling table outside the college was built, and this broadcast array method was also built at a high cost to the college by inviting a magician from Huazhou. Not only that, but the Academy also sells Yanggui. Yinggui of Qin Erxing College is able to broadcast most of the things in Pingzhou. The sound propagation of Yinggui is also constructed by various sound transmission arrays.

“Where's the dirt? I don't even know the sound domain array.” A long-haired boy walked past Ningcheng and Giraffe, listening to the conversation between the two, and making a derisive sarcasm.

Ningcheng has understood that the broadcast here is not transmitted by electricity, but by other means. At this point he heard someone sarcastic and was about to respond, and Giroffe pulled his hand and said, "Leave no one else alone, let's go. ”

“I said who, the Ugly Girl.” The talking boy has recognized Princess Giro and continues to be cynical with no hesitation.

Giraffe's face was calm and there was no half fluctuation, as if the man was not her at all. Ningcheng suppressed his inner anger and was dragged away by Giroffe. He knew that if there was a clash, 89 out of 10 people would be killed in seconds.

“Gu Fei is useless, not even such an ugly monster can fight.” After Giraffe and Ningcheng left, the man behind still sneered. His purpose was to provoke Princess Giro.

Ningcheng can feel the anger inside Princess Ji Lo, at this moment, Ningcheng could hardly help but turn back and grab the sarcastic guy and beat him up.

“His name is Zhen Chen Jun, he gathers three layers of Qi, and he repairs it even higher than me.” Giroffe whispered.

Ningcheng did not speak, he knew his strength was weak, said everything was bullshit, and Ji Loofei's words were also a reminder to him. If his strength grew stronger, he would not dare speak so arrogantly in front of him. He kept thinking in his heart who Gu Fei was. After listening to Chen Jun, it seemed that he had fought Gu Fei once. I wonder if the injuries he had suffered before were due to this.

Qian Qin Erxing College is very active, Ningcheng knows that the purpose of Gi Luofei to bring him to Qin Erxing College is to think about his small life. So he thought Giraffe would definitely find a remote place for him to live, but didn't expect Giraffe to take him to an ancient, thick tower building.

The tower looks magnificent, and there are plenty of people in front of it, coming and going. It's a tower, it's just a little bit similar in shape. It's actually more like a tower, because the top of the tower is flat.

In the middle of this tower building, write a few huge words, the Qin cultivation tower.

“You come in with me, don't talk nonsense.” After Giraffe had ordered Ningcheng, she had already walked in.

The tower looks huge outside, and Ningcheng followed Kilo Fei to the bottom of the building to find out it was several times bigger than he thought.

Giraffe kept taking Ningcheng to the third floor, which led to a black stone gate at the corner of the third floor.

“Mu Lao lives here. This is the training room of the Academy. All of them belong to Mu Lao Guan. You should be respectful when you see Mu Lao...”

The black stone gate was opened when Giraffe was still warning Ning City. An old man with thin hair and wrinkles on his face who couldn't even open his eyes stood at the door, "Now that you're here, come in. ”

The sound was loud and crisp. If Ningcheng heard it first, he would have thought it was not an old man, but a young man of twenty or thirty years old.

“Old Mu, he is Ningcheng.” Giraffe walked into the stone gate and bowed to the old man with respect.

Ningcheng also bowed behind him, "Ningcheng has met Mu Lao. ”

“On the first level, I can barely help. How's the root?” Mu Lao swept Ningcheng with a glossless look and said.

Giraffe hurriedly said again, "Ningcheng does not have the main spiritual roots, but there are three series of spiritual roots. ”

“What color?” Mu Lao asked again.

Giraffe replied with some fear, "Dull yellow...”

Ningcheng doesn't know Ling Root, he just knows that Ling Root stands for qualifications, his qualifications are poor, and I don't think Bi Ling Root will be any better.

It was obviously this Mu Lao who asked about Ling Root in Ji Lo Feng Ning City. At this time, after Gi Loo Feng answered, Mu Lao hummed instead and said, "I came here to clean up the workshop, and it has nothing to do with Ling Root being good or bad. Well, there's nothing left for you here, you go. ”

“Yes, the younger generation quit.” When he heard what Mu Lao had to say, he bowed down and bowed down to salute him, and then retreated. He didn't even say a word to Ningcheng.

Ningcheng felt something wrong. Ji Loofei had previously said that Mu Lao was good to her. The reason why he came here to work as a handyman was that Mu Lao also looked to help in the face of Ji Loofei. But the way Princess Egiro treats Mu Lao does not seem to be very much valued by Mu Lao. If so, why should Mu Lao help himself?

After Giraffe left, this seemingly dead and alive Mu Lao coldly said to Ningcheng, "The seventh floor of the cultivation tower happens to be empty now, you are in charge of the seventh floor. ”

Ningcheng is a fog, responsible for the seventh floor. The old man was only responsible for the seventh floor, and then there was nothing else. Who knew what he was going to do? And where does he live?

“This is for you, go to the seventh floor yourself. Don't bother me if anything happens.” Mu Lao lost a wooden medal and a sheet of paper to Ningcheng.

As soon as Ningcheng caught this wooden plaque and that thin piece of paper, he felt a great thrust, and he was forced to push himself out of the room. The next moment, Mu Lao's black stone door was closed.

“This Mu Lao doesn't seem to be a very talkative person, nor should he be a good person.” Ningcheng's heart slandered herself, but she dared not go on questioning this old Mu.

It is simple to write on paper that the unused refinery on the seventh floor must be cleaned up before dawn every day. Any abnormalities must be reported in a timely manner. Wooden medals are the keys to the door of the studio and can be opened with wooden medals as long as the studio is empty. In case of violation, heavy responsibility.

Ningcheng looked at these simple words, some strange. Violation of the rules? There are no rules on it. Besides, what does an anomaly mean? Who is the report to? Clean it up. How the hell are we gonna do that?

The only thing I know about Ningcheng is that the tower has seven floors, he works on the seventh floor, and he doesn't even know where to eat and sleep.

Ningcheng was eager to ask Princess Giro, but he had no idea where he was. Qin Erxing College is so huge, even if he circles around, it doesn't seem like it can be done in a while.

According to Ningcheng, when Jiluofei sent him to Mu Lao, he should have waited outside, but when he came out of Mu Lao's stone house, he did not see Jiluofei.

Ningcheng didn't go out looking for Kilo Fei, he knew that the less he appeared here, the better. Giraffe knows that he has offended Xian Yuanqi, which means that Xian Yuanqi's status at Qin Erxing College is not low, or saving his simplicity here is not low, otherwise things will not be heard by Giraffe.

Ningcheng himself climbed to the seventh floor of the cultivation tower, which was much smaller than he thought. The cultivation tower, though not a tower, was built in the shape of a tower. This cultivation tower is only seven floors long, smaller and predictable.

After reaching the seventh floor, Ningcheng counted, there were 18 workshops. Ningcheng has figured itself out in less time, so long as the red light at the door of the workshop is on, it means someone is practicing inside. The doorway lights went out, and nobody was there. There are obviously very few practitioners on the seventh floor, only the red lights at the doors of the three workshops are on and all the rest are not red.

Ningcheng tried to insert a wooden plaque into the groove at the door of an empty workshop, where the stone door automatically shrunk in. Ningcheng immediately saw what was happening in the workshop, which was equally large and divided into two rooms.

It's like a small playground outside. It doesn't know what kind of spells people are practicing. It's a mess on the ground, and there's traces of burning. Inside, there seems to be a place to rest and a wooden bed.

Ningcheng exited the workshop and checked out the rest of the workshop. These laboratories vary greatly, with either water stains on the ground or various burning marks, as well as some dead plant vine stalks.

After a rough look, Ningcheng already knows what it's doing and should be cleaning the empty workshop every day. Frankly, he's a janitor now.

After a lap, Ningcheng found its own place in the corner of the seventh floor, a small stone house with only a few square meters. Like Mu Lao, he lived in a small stone house, but his little stone house did not even have a tenth of Mu Lao's.

In addition to a bed, there are several cleaning tools inside the penthouse. A huge broom, an iron shovel, and a dustpan, all three occupy a tenth of the small stone house.

Ningcheng is relieved, at least he has a place to live, which is relatively remote though in the cultivation tower where people come and go. The only thing he wants to know urgently is where he eats and washes.

Ask Mu Lao, Ningcheng one who dares not go, and the other who does not want to face that dead face. He purposefully went to the sixth floor, also in front of a small stone house cleaning the workshop, and a taller man appeared after knocking on the stone door than he.

Seeing the impatience of this tall man, Ningcheng asked politely, "I have just arrived, now cleaning the refinery on the seventh floor, where is the meal? ”

“Who told you to clean the practice room for dinner?” The tall, weak man replied with disdain, banging and closing the stone door again.

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