Compared with the second and third floors, which are full of books and miscellaneous items, the first floor of the pavilion is just empty with three slightly old mahogany tables, and behind each desk there is a person holding a pen to make notes, and there is a long column in front of the table, and the young disciples are talking to each other, discussing with each other, which is very lively. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She lowered her eyebrows and played with the wooden card in her hand, which was quite gentle compared to the speed before the entrance, and slowly sharpened her steps. Instead of queuing, he walked to the corner of the stairs, turned his back to the crowd, and pretended to look at the map of the continent drawn on the wall with interest.

This is the map of the Ningxu Continent.

Almost as soon as she raised her eyes, she could see the extremely conspicuous cloud-like boundary drawn on the westernmost part of the continent, and she stared silently for a long time before silently looking at the symbols representing sects, forces, and families in the map.

From the past to the present, the place where she stayed was only the west of the mainland, and because she was temporarily sheltered every time, she rarely traveled to the surrounding areas, let alone other places on the mainland. Although the marks on the map were very clear and clear, she couldn't even memorize the seven major cultivation sects and the four major cultivation clans, let alone pay attention to these details.

The thoughts of the fall are a little distant.

She remembered that when Ruan Er popularized common sense to herself in the past, she always dealt with it passively and tiredly, forgetting the front behind her back, and making Ruan Er so angry that she could only look at her with disdain, saying that she didn't want to talk to her. And she relied on her to grow taller, patted Ruan Er's depressed head soothingly, and happily left herself to play. At that time, she always felt that immortal cultivators had such a long lifespan, and sooner or later these places would one day travel, and when the time came, she would be able to remember them when she saw them and knew them, so why bother to memorize the dry place name now?

Now it seems that his previous thoughts are still unreasonable, after all, the world is impermanent, what if one day he is not in this world?

There was a shallow smile in Liluo's eyes, but the smile never reached the bottom of his eyes.

Even so, she looked at the map, and as usual, she didn't care in the slightest, and only glanced at it a few times, and then went to see the rumors and information about the place that had been passed back by the various disciples that had been posted aside.

It is written with anecdotes from all over the world, and it looks very interesting. However, if there are some unfortunate incidents in these places, these records recorded by the disciples may become clues to solving the case.

After looking at only five or six of them, there was a distant sound of bells and drums in the distance.

It's time.

Leaning against the wall very leisurely, watching the originally lively and orderly team disappear for a while, they all ran out. Suddenly, the hall, which had been a little crowded before, suddenly became empty, and she who remained here was particularly conspicuous.

Before she could reach the table, one of the middle-aged men saw her.

"This little friend, Ming Qingtang is ringing the bell......" the person behind the table kindly reminded.

Liluo moved over slowly, neither speaking nor answering, but smiled at a slightly honest smile, and handed over the wooden card in his hand.

"This is ......" The middle-aged man was stunned for the moment he picked up the wooden card, then raised his head, and his originally polite smile increased a few points, "It turned out to be a disciple of the ancestor, I don't know what happened to Xiaoyou......"

"I'm going down the mountain to train. Liluo's answer was very neat.

This attitude made the other party choke, and after a moment, he looked at her cautiously.

"Little friend, look ......" The middle-aged man's face was a little tangled, as if he was thinking about how to say it more appropriately, "Although our Mingli Hall will match teams according to the approximate danger of each travel mission, we have also claimed that disciples below the fourth order can all experience. However, in order to ensure the safety of each disciple's life, we recommend that the disciple's cultivation reach the level of the first and middle level. ”

Originally, the cultivation was all about cultivating more and more difficult to break through, and from the second order and above, everyone's cultivation level began to gradually show more and more differences with their respective talents, muscles, and circumstances. Before the second order, immortal cultivators encountered bottlenecks, and there were no progress for decades, not none, but many, but those were all people with limited talents, and they might be able to worship the Cultivation Sect, but they would never appear in the Dust Clearing Sect, which was listed as one of the seven major cultivation sects.

And at the age of twelve or thirteen, he is still stuck in the first order......

It's not that he's slandered, it's just that in the Ningxu Continent, which has plenty of spiritual energy, as long as he has a little talent, the child will naturally be able to reach the first order before the age of ten.

Therefore, he has been in this Mingli Hall for so many years, and he really hasn't seen any disciple who asks for experience, but it is not enough for a middle-level level. And this disciple is still ......

The middle-aged man paused, looking at the little girl who didn't react on her face, and didn't know how much she had heard, she was very melancholy in her heart, but she had no choice but to continue to persuade, "Little friend, it's not too late to go to the Ming and Qing Dynasties to cultivate more recently, stay in the middle level of the first order, and come here again." ”

Thinking that although the cultivation of the person under him is low, but he is also the only person that the ancestor seems to value for so many years, the middle-aged man is nervous, and finally stumbles and expresses it very implicitly, and he sees the expressionless and nodding all the time. For a moment, I was instantly relieved.

"I see. Liluo smiled at Han again, and then said, "I want to go down the mountain to practice." ”

Middle-aged man: "......"

The breath choked again.

"Ahem, little friend...... middle-aged man does not give up, he wants to persuade from the perspective of the ancestor, for example, the ancestor is a lot older, and he can't help some dangerous news about his children, in case of what, how sad and sad it is. He can also talk from the perspective of the sect, for example, if something happens to Xiaoyou, there will be one less pillar of talent in the dusty Qingmen, and they will lose a smart junior sister, which is a pity.

But before he could say this, he heard the girl's slightly childish voice sound again, interrupting him.

"Thank you for informing, it's just that I have made up my mind, and I'm bothering this senior brother to handle it. ”

The middle-aged man blinked, for some reason, he always felt that the voice seemed to be a little colder than just now.

"In that case, then you go back and wait first, and when you gather five people, you will naturally receive a notification of the transmission note. The middle-aged man sighed helplessly while taking notes.