The white-haired old man Jin Lao didn't look directly at the five of them.
"Wenqu Pavilion is divided into ten floors, each floor contains 360 volumes of military books, and there are 100 small attics. According to the level of spiritual strength, check different military books. Xia Juan has orders, you need to memorize a hundred volumes You can leave Wenqu Pavilion only after reading the book of war."
As Jin Lao said, he brought Ye Lingyue and others to the first floor.
"A lot..."
Pan Qing and the others couldn't help being dumbfounded.
From the outside, Wenqu Pavilion is just a very ordinary ancient building, but after going deep into the inside, it is found that it has a ring shape as a whole, resembling an ancient Colosseum.
It's just that it's different from the usual Colosseum. The central positions of Wenqu Pavilion are all small attics, which are the places where the soldiers and kings who enter Wenqu Pavilion take a rest every day.
As for the surroundings, there are a large number of obelisks, and a large number of seal scripts are engraved on the stone tablets. About every dozen obelisks are 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 alone, there are thousands of military obelisks, and the furnishings on the ten floors are exactly the same.
Each small attic is a room of its own, and only the most basic desks and beds are placed inside. In addition, there is a small concentration array.
Wenqu Pavilion can provide daily water and food, and all food, drink and laxatives are in the small attic. The daily supply of Ningshen Array requires one to five high-grade obsidian stones depending on the floor.
Ye Lingyue glanced over and saw that there was only one person sitting in every attic of the first Zeng.
Most of them were tall and tall, but after a long career in Wenqu Pavilion, many of them looked muddled, muttering something in their mouths, like crazy.
The entire Wenqu Pavilion was silent in a strange depression.
Ye Lingyue feels that this place is like a huge, endless prison cell.
And those obelisks are like the tombstones of countless dead people.
The feelings of the four major soldier kings around were similar to Ye Lingyue's.
Everyone just felt that the steps under their feet were much heavier. They all knew that once they stepped into the Wenqu Pavilion today, it would be very difficult to leave here.
"You first choose the attic where you live. The higher you go, the higher the price of Yaojing in the attic. After you choose the attic, you can enter any of the first five floors to choose a book of war. Above the fifth floor, only the real tripod level Fang Xian can enter or enter after he has memorized more than 30 military books. If there are not enough obsidian crystals, he can help the old man clean Wenqu Pavilion every day. After cleaning for one day, one piece of obsidian crystal. In Wenqu Pavilion , No fighting is allowed, otherwise you will be expelled from the Bingwang camp immediately. In my lifetime, I hope to see you leave Wenqu Pavilion."
After Jin Lao finished speaking, he disappeared immediately.
"This old man is eccentric, and he looks as if we can't leave Wenqu Pavilion for the rest of our lives."
Cangwu Bingwang had a bad look on his face.
In order to facilitate the collection of books, Wenqu Pavilion is dimly lit and gloomy, looking like a tomb of the living dead.
Cang Wu wished he could leave here sooner.
"He's just telling the truth. With a hundred military books, I'm afraid it will be really difficult for the few of us here to get out within a few decades."
The withered face ghost mother's eyes flickered, and she scanned the obelisks around her.
In the Wenqu Pavilion, the withered face ghost mother was in a very complicated mood, a little bit worried, but at the same time very excited.
Wenqu Pavilion is simply a holy place for military strategists.
Thousands of military art collections can be selected into the Bingwangying camp, it must be a work handed down from generation to generation.
The art of war collection in her family is less than a thousandth of that here.
But there are joys and sorrows. Although they haven't started to learn, the art of war on these obelisks, even the children of a martial arts family like the dry-faced ghost mother, know that they are extremely ancient art of war.
This kind of military book requires a lot of energy just to decipher the text.
The withered face ghost mother is most worried about Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue said earlier that due to personal reasons, she would only stay in Bingwang Pavilion for half a year at most.
But in half a year, can you finish learning a hundred military books
Let alone one hundred, even five or ten are extremely difficult.
"Let's not talk about this for now, let's choose a place to live, and then start studying."
It was also the first time for Ye Lingyue to see such a mountain of military books.
According to what Jin Lao said earlier, Ye Lingyue cannot set foot on the fifth floor and above for the time being.
She still had a lot of obsidian crystals on hand, so she chose an attic on the fifth floor facing south as her residence.
Although Yaojing is expensive on the fifth floor, correspondingly, there are fewer people living there.
The other four soldier kings lived scatteredly on the fourth and third floors respectively.
After settling down, Ye Lingyue went to the first floor first, and began to check the first floor of Wenqu Pavilion.
"That's "Wu Tao", "Military Skills"...that's..."
Ye Lingyue walked through the obelisks on the first floor one by one, recalling the past scenes in her mind as she walked.
Under the cold pine oil lamp, the man was holding a military book in his hand.
The man's long eyelashes fell, and he looked at the bed beside him from the corner of his eye.
But I saw a human-shaped small bag protruding from the bed, and a small head sneaked out from under the quilt.
After realizing that he was caught, his little head swished back, leaving only a pair of big black eyes.
A little more helplessness appeared on the man's stern side face, and the corners of his tightly drawn lips stretched out, showing a little more helplessness on his face.
He straddled his long legs, arrived in front of the bed, and patted the "little bag" a few times with his hand.
"Yue'er, how many times has Daddy told you that you should fall asleep before Xu Shi. 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 serving in the military. The last time he returned home, he saw his daughter squatting in the field alone talking to a tree.
Ye Beiming was 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 barracks, he was like a bird out of its cage, jumping around every day, which made Ye Beiming angry and funny.
"Daddy, why don't you tell a story or sing a little song for Yue'er. Mother used to sing and tell stories for Yue'er. Stories can tell all kinds of fairy tales. Yue'er is so cute."
Little Lingyue poked out her fluffy little head, her crescent eyes were full of expectation.
After Ye Beiming listened, he looked embarrassed, he didn't know anything about singing or storytelling.
He was originally an unsmiling character, and he knew nothing about the fairy tales of his wife Yun Sheng's era.
"Daddy, why are you not interested? How did you catch up with your mother?"
Little Lingyue's mouth was pouted.
"What's interesting? Where did you hear such nonsense?"
Seeing Ye Beiming, he rubbed Xiao Lingyue's head with a headache.