Chapter 2475 The Scene in Memory

The white-haired old man Jin Lao also didn't look at the five people.

"Wenqu Pavilion is divided into ten floors. Each floor contains 360 volumes of military books, and there are 100 small attics. Check different military books according to your spiritual power. You can leave the Wenqu Pavilion only after the military book."

As Mr. Jin said, he brought Ye Lingyue and others to the first floor.

"many……"

Pan Qing and the others were dumbfounded.

From the outside, Wenqu Pavilion is just a very ordinary ancient building, but after going deep inside, it is found that it has a ring shape as a whole, very much like an ancient Colosseum.

It's just that different from the usual Colosseum, the center of the Wenqu Pavilion is a small attic, which is the place where the kings of soldiers who enter the 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 are a military book.

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

Each small attic is its own room, and only the most basic desks and beds are placed in it. In addition, there is a small concentration array.

The Wenqu Pavilion can provide daily water and food, and all the food, drink and lasa are in the small attic. For the daily supply of the concentrating array, depending on the floor, one to five high-quality obsidian spar is required.

Ye Lingyue glanced over and saw a person sitting in every attic of the first Zeng.

Most of them were burly and burly, but after a long career in Wenqu Pavilion, many of them seemed to be in a daze, thinking something silently in their mouths, like crazy.

The entire Wenqu Pavilion was silent in a strange depression.

Ye Lingyue felt like it was a huge, endless prison cell.

And those obelisks are like the tombstones of countless dead people.

The surrounding four kings of soldiers also feel the same as Ye Lingyue.

Everyone only felt that the steps under their feet were much heavier. They all knew that once they stepped into this Wenqu Pavilion today, it would be difficult to leave here.

"You first choose the attic where you will live,

The higher you go, the higher the price of Yaojing in the attic. After you have selected the attic, you can enter any of the first five floors at will to select the military book. Above the fifth floor, only Fang Xian of the real cauldron level can enter or can enter after memorizing more than 30 military books. If there are not enough obsidian crystals, you can help the old man to clean the Wenqu Pavilion every day, one day, one obsidian crystal. In Wenqu Pavilion, fights are not allowed, otherwise they will be immediately expelled from the King's Camp. Someday, I hope to see you leave Wenqu Pavilion. "

After Mr. Jin said it, the shadow disappeared in an instant.

"This old man, yin and yang is weird, and his expression seems to be inseparable from Wenqu Pavilion in our entire life."

Cang Wu Bing Wang had a sullen look on his face.

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

Cang Wu wished to leave here earlier.

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

The dry-faced ghost mother's eyes flickered, and she swept the obelisks around her.

In the Wenqu Pavilion, the dry-faced ghost mother's mood is very complicated, she is a little worried, but at the same time very excited.

The Wenqu Pavilion is simply a holy place for the military.

Thousands of art of war collections, can be selected into the King's Camp, it must be handed down.

Her family's collection of art of war books is less than a thousandth of the one here.

There are joys and sorrows. Although they have not yet begun to learn, the art of warfare on these obelisks, even if the children of a martial arts family like the Dry Face Ghost Mother have read it, they will know that it is an extremely ancient military book.

This kind of military book, just to decipher the text, requires a lot of energy.

The dry-faced ghost mother is most worried about Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue said earlier that due to personal reasons, she would stay in the King of Kings Pavilion for at most half a year.

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

Not to mention a hundred, even if it is five, ten is extremely difficult.

"Stop talking about that, we pick where we live and start studying."

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

According to what Jin Lao said earlier, Ye Lingyue is temporarily unable to set foot on the fifth floor and above.

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

Although Yaojing is expensive on the fifth floor, correspondingly, there are fewer people living there.

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

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

"That's "Wu Tao", "War Technique"...that's..."

Ye Lingyue walked one by one among the obelisks on the first floor, recalling scenes from the past as she walked.

Under the cold pine oil lamp, the man held a military book in his hand.

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

But I saw a small personal-shaped bag bulging on the bed, and a small head sneaked out from under the quilt.

After discovering that he had been captured, his little head swooped back, leaving only a pair of big black eyes.

There was a little helplessness on the man's stern side face, the corners of his tight lips stretched out, and there was a little helplessness on his face.

He straddled his long legs, reached the bed, and patted "Small Bag."

"Yue'er, how many times has Dad said that you will fall asleep before the time of Xu. Otherwise, your mother will find out and blame me again."

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

Ye Beiming worried that her daughter's growth would be affected if she continued like this, so she discussed with his wife and brought her daughter to the military camp.

As soon as this little guy arrived at the military camp, he was like a bird out of its cage, jumping around every day, making Ye Beiming angry and funny.

"Dad, why don't you tell a story or sing a little song to Yueer. Mother used to sing and tell stories to Yueer. Stories can tell all kinds of fairy tales, and Yueer is cute to listen to."

Xiao Lingyue stuck out her fluffy little head, and her new moon eyes were full of hope.

Ye Beiming listened with an embarrassed look on his face. He didn't know anything about singing or telling stories.

He is a stern personality, and he doesn't know anything about the fairy tales of his wife Yun Sheng's era.

"Dad, why are you not interested, how did you catch up with your mother?"

Xiao Lingyue's mouth pouted so high.

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

Ye Beiming saw it and rubbed Xiao Lingyue's head with a headache.