Zhang Han passed through several portals and came to the North Hall after several rounds.

The high wall of the north hall stands tall, the jade tile cornices, at a glance it is very majestic and magnificent, and the high wall opens a large and two small palace doors for people to enter the hall.

At this time, many people had already come to the square in front of the hall, and they entered the north hall from the three entrances.

Zhang Han observed the crowd of people entering the North Hall in the square in front of the hall, and finally determined that the school students all entered through the door on the right, estimated their identities, and walked there as well.

There is also a student at the entrance of the North Hall who checks the number plate, carefully checking the number plate of the participants who entered the hall, and only after confirming that it is correct, will they be released one by one.

When Zhang Han arrived, the student in charge of the inspection found that it was a new face, so he smiled at him and said, "Please show the student number plate." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Han took off the license plate from his waist and handed it over.

After the student saw that the information was correct, he checked the roster again and found that Zhang Han's name was not on the roster.

He checked it again with some strange feelings, but still didn't find Zhang Han's information.

Zhang Han saw that he had been looking for a long time, but he didn't find his name, could it be that he really sent the wrong message?

"The junior's name is not on our list, so why don't you go to the upper door and take a look."

Zhang Han was a little stunned, he found that the people who walked up to the door in the middle and entered the Peking University Hall were all gentlemen who seemed to have advanced cultivation.

If he was entitled to enter through that door, he would rather believe that the message had been sent in error.

There were still many people queuing up behind, Zhang Han was embarrassed to delay for too long, and after taking back the number plate, he stepped aside.

Zhang Han didn't dare to go directly to the middle gate, standing next to the gate and looking around, he looked a little hesitant playing with the number plate in his hand.

After a while, he suddenly saw a person walking out of the North Hall, his eyes lit up, and he shouted to the person: "Senior Fang Hua, stay!" ”

After speaking, Zhang Han trotted all the way and ran towards Fang Hua.

Fang Hua saw that Zhang Han's expression was a little unnatural, and he bowed slightly and said, "Senior Brother Zhang has arrived." ”

"After school, the principal knows I'm coming?" Zhang Han was a little surprised, as if Fang Hua already knew that he was coming.

"Of course, I'm just worried that my junior won't know where to enter, so I'll come over to greet me."

Zhang Han looked at the three doors not far apart, could it be that I have to go through the back door for a meeting?

"Senior Brother Zhang, please!" Fang Hua said to him.

Zhang Han arched his hand to Fang Hua and said, "There are labor seniors. ”

Fang Hua smiled, turned around and walked in the direction of the middle hall gate.

Zhang Han followed closely behind Fang Hua and walked all the way towards the middle hall gate, watching the wide hall gate getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but be a little stunned, could it be that he wanted to go through this main gate?

Fang Hua whispered a few words to the prosecutors in front of the main gate, then turned to Zhang Han and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, please." ”

Hiss~ What the hell?

Zhang Han was a little messy, he was a freshman who had just entered the academy, how could He De enter from the main entrance?

Just now, I saw a white-bearded old man who didn't know the depth of his cultivation and entered through this door.

Zhang Han was apprehensive, hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to take a step, and asked Fang Hua in a low voice: "Did the senior make a mistake?" ”

Fang Hua smiled: "I'll tell you the truth, I thought it was a mistake just now, and I went to Mr. to verify it, but Mr. told me that there was no mistake." ”

Zhang Han was speechless, looked along the door of the hall towards the depths of the dim hall, and found that this door was still going straight to the rostrum, and vaguely saw that several imposing monks were already sitting on the platform.

"Where's the little guy standing in the way here?" A deep voice came from behind Zhang Han.

Zhang Han turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a tiger's back looking at him unhappily, and hurriedly took a few steps back to the side and gave way to the passage of the palace gate.

Fang Hua saluted to this big man that Zhang Han had never seen before: "I've seen Mr. Xing." ”

"It's Fang Hua, why are you still outside when the council is about to start?"

Fang Hua smiled and looked at Zhang Han and replied, "This is Zhang Han, please let Mr. Xing lead him in by the way, his seat is also on the rostrum." ”

Mr. Xing was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zhang Han with interest, and asked Fang Hua with some suspicion: "Make no mistake." ”

Fang Hua explained helplessly: "I have already confirmed with Deacon Wei. ”

Mr. Xing nodded, since Deacon Wei had agreed, there would be no mistake in thinking about it, as for why a little guy in the foundation building period could have a place on the rostrum, he was lazy.

"Let's go." Mr. Xing beckoned to Zhang Han.

Zhang Han followed behind Mr. Xing very nervously and walked towards the hall through the main entrance.

The corridor of the main entrance is about ten zhang long, and a majestic golden dragon is carved on the top of the walk, staring at every monk who walks through the main gate with a serious expression.

Zhang Han looked up and found that it was almost exactly the same as the golden dragon spirit in the Longmen Yuntai, which seemed to be carved according to it, but it was a little less obscene.

After entering the three halls, there are different color patterns on the floor, guiding the route to the temple.

After entering the main entrance, you can reach the rostrum by following the pattern, while the lines of the two side doors lead to the seating area under the stage.

Mr. Xing led Zhang Han along the pale yellow path towards the rostrum, and the monks who entered through the other two doors along the way looked at the two of them with some curiosity.

The area of the north hall is huge, the furnishings in the hall are simple, it seems very empty, and the footsteps of walking echo in the main hall.

Zhang Han quietly observed and estimated the number of participants.

The rostrum is divided into two rows of seats, each with 10 seats with nameplates******* under the stage there are three rows of tables placed side by side, and there are about 30 seats in one row.

In this way, there are about a hundred or so people who are qualified to participate in the council, which is indeed a little less than the proportion of thousands of students in the Arowana Academy.

Getting closer and closer to the rostrum, Zhang Han saw a nameplate engraved with his name on the edge of the first row and knew his location.

When Zhang Han looked at the name of the nameplate on the seat next to him, his heart suddenly felt cold, and the nameplate was engraved with the four big characters of Murong day and night.

At this time, Murong Day's seat was empty, and it seemed that he hadn't come yet, Zhang Han looked at the nameplate and wanted to curse.

This is also too special!

Mr. Xing's grinning eyes swept over the nameplate on the rostrum, and after finding Zhang Han's name, he said to him, "Your seat is there." ”

Zhang Han thanked Mr. Xing with a bitter face: "Thank you, Mr. Xing." ”

Mr. Xing nodded, didn't pay attention to Zhang Han, and walked towards his seat.