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Introduction to the six halls of Changxian Academy:

The Torture Hall (Torture Hall) enjoys a very high status in the sect, in addition to the head of the sect and the elder seat, the Torture Hall is the largest, and the big disciple in the hall is the strongest disciple in the six halls - Yan Wusheng (fifth-order strength).

The Field Service Hall (and Mission Hall) is responsible for most of the security matters of the sect, and many important patrol tasks are under their control, and they have the highest prestige in the sect.

Baihuatang (Baihuatang), Duanmu Zirui (Duanmu Wuhua) is the senior sister, because the hall is full of girls' relationships, so the interpersonal relationship is the best.

Yaotang (Alchemy Pharmaceutical Jishitang) supplies all meals, medicines, etc. from all levels of the sect, which is relatively leisurely.

The Internal Affairs Hall (Internal Affairs Office) coordinates the affairs of the upper and lower sects, whether it is a criminal or an out-of-town mission, and all materials need to be approved by the Internal Affairs Hall.

The Organ Hall (Heavenly Array Hall) is a design maniac with a particularly good brain, and the spatial layout of the sect is from them.

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In the twenty-eighth year of Cheng'an, that is, the three hundred and twenty-eighth year of Huanglong, two years later, Changxian Academy.

Since the Immortal Academy secretly recruited a mysterious Elder, the status of the Academy has increased day by day, with the help of this Elder, the Immortal Academy even has the ability to challenge the second sect, the protection of the two eighth-order powerhouses, the overall strength of the Immortal Academy has been far away from the other sects, and it is firmly in the position of the third largest sect in the world of mountains and seas.

However, in the past two years, this elder has never been seen in the academy, including the head of the sect, he is a divine dragon with a tail but no tail.

An Chengde, twelve years old this year, in the past two years, he was abandoned like an abandonment, he was left in the Changxian Academy by An Ziruo, originally thought that he could be a disciple, but he didn't expect that the sect's recruitment of disciples is conditional, and there are requirements for this age, boys can only be enrolled when they are twelve years old, and girls are ten years old.

In all kinds of helplessness, An Chengde finally obeyed the arrangement of the college's high-level management, first worked as a reading boy in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for two years, and was promoted to the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for two years.

Today is the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the day of the entrance to the academy, An Chengde is lying on the table, godlessly lit the bamboo sign of borrowing books, I don't know how many times have passed, An Chengde still can't settle down; he can't figure out why the sect still doesn't admit himself, he has obviously met the admission requirements of the college, could it be that someone deliberately hinders it? It doesn't make sense? Teng Snake turned into Ying Long and became the helmsman of the academy, who else can meddle in his own affairs.

The day before yesterday, An Chengde specially went to visit his old acquaintance, the senior brother of the Field Service Hall, Zhao Wuqiu, and Zhao Wuqiu also asked the Great Elder, and the answer was only one sentence: It's not time yet.

"When is the time?" An Chengde scratched his messy hair, he felt as if he was ten years younger at this time, back to when he was just born......

"Prodigy, borrow a book. Suddenly, someone else called behind him.

"Today, the Scripture Pavilion is closed, and the administrator needs to rest, didn't I hang a sign at the door?......" An Chengde said without looking back.

"Oh, I'm the owner, so I don't care!" the man said interestingly.

It was the first time that An Chengde had heard someone use such a powerful excuse, what did he want to do? An Chengde turned around suddenly, and saw a middle-aged man in a white robe, staring at him with a smile......

"Palm Palm Sect True Person!" An Chengde stood up suddenly, stood straight in front of the palm teacher, and almost saluted and shook hands.

"Have you finished reading the books?" asked the master very casually, the classics in this scripture pavilion were all collected by him with great effort, An Chengde lived here for a long time, and it was also approved by him, secretly Gongsun Changxian secretly observed An Chengde, he was a good young man, at least when he was reading, he was very focused.

"Uh-huh! Eight, nine, ten!" An Chengde nodded repeatedly.

"I heard from the Great Elder, you really want to become a disciple of the Immortal Academy, don't you?" asked the Sect Leader.

"Uh-huh! I really want to, I want to dream about it!" An Chengde said from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, then tell me why you want to join the Immortal Academy?" Palm Sect sat on the table and asked casually.

"Eliminate evil and promote good, and carry forward the spirit of righteousness......" An Chengde recited the sentence he read from the book in minutes, but he was stopped by the master at the beginning.

The master waved his hand and said, "In this way, I will take you to a place where you can see your heart, so that you can observe your own thoughts, so that you will avoid a lot of detours!"

"And this kind of place? How come I've never heard of it?" The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu, but there is no mention of such a magical place in the book.

"Come, look at my palm!" Gongsun Changxian stretched out his palm, palm facing An Chengde's eyes.

"Oh!" An Chengde sank down, his eyes staring at the palm print in front of him.

No movement, still no movement......

Gongsun snapped his fingers on one side, and the world in front of An Chengde's eyes began to change.

In the depths of the palm print of the "tick ......", An Chengde saw the bottomless abyss, and the fierce beast that was bound and suppressed in the iron cage slowly opened its scarlet eyes, and this pair of beast eyes full of killing made An Chengde creepy.

"Whoa...... An Chengde could hear his own breathing, which was very heavy, as if the body was imprisoned and the soul could move when a ghost pressed the bed.

"Roaring ......" The fierce beast roared at An Chengde, and the roaring and deafening sound made An Chengde feel the fear of death again.

"If I could hold up a piece of the sky, then my aunt wouldn't have worked so hard to take care of herself, and these wicked people in the city wouldn't dare to bully my aunt anymore, blaming me for being too weak......"

At this moment, An Chengde heard the voice of his heart that he hadn't heard for a long time, two years had made An Chengde numb, and the comfortable life made him forget the purpose of his coming here, and now he just wanted to escape from this cage called the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Huh!" the light in front of him lit up, and the head of the sect withdrew his means.

"How's it going?" asked the master, still calm.

"I ......" An Chengde covered his head, and he didn't know what to say in pain.

"There are a lot of things about brewing in the Scripture Pavilion, have you learned it?" asked the master suddenly for no reason.

"Hmm...... Huh?" The words of the master made An Chengde stunned.

"Have you finished reading?"

"I'm done!"

"That's good, you will report to the torture hall starting tomorrow!" The head of the sect patted An Chengde's arm, and left after speaking.

"Hmm, the torture hall, why the torture hall, me, me, me...... I want to go to the Field Service Hall?!" No matter how An Chengde shouted, only echoes came from the Scripture Pavilion.

After a long time, An Chengde said weakly:

"It's over...... The facial paralysis of the senior disciple of the torture hall is more difficult to speak than Senior Brother Wuqiu......"

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