The next day, Zhang Sui, the imperial lord and Zhou Yanxin finished eating, and the three of them were dressed neatly and did not go to the square again.

The imperial lord took the lead, and the three of them went to the Scripture Pavilion.

The entrance to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion is also in the Heavenly God Sect Palace, just in the middle of the entrance of the Great Shrine and the Divine King Palace.

The three of them passed through the teleportation array at the entrance and came to a vast clearing under the blue sky and white clouds.

There is only one palace in the open space, and the palace is extremely high, more than 100 zhang.

In the open space in front of the palace, there were scattered disciples of the Heavenly God Sect.

One by one, these disciples were reading with a book, or gesturing there, or they were arguing with each other there.

Zhang Sui and the three came in, everyone saw the yellow of the vest, and they all looked sideways, and when they saw the three people of the eight halls of the second god, everyone turned around and was busy with the things in their hands.

Zhou Yanxin was obviously nervous, lowered his head, and stumbled several times.

Seeing this, Zhang Sui smiled and comforted: "Yanxin, you are now an inner disciple, so you don't have to be afraid of anyone. You are a disciple of my Eighth Hall of the Second God, no matter what happens, I will support you. ”

"Hmm." Zhou Yanxin replied weakly, and his two little hands were twisted together.

On the way to the open space of the palace, there were also two chapter tables, and two people sat in front of the table.

One was a young man in his early twenties, who looked fierce and vicious, and looked like he was raising his eyebrows angrily.

The other was a young man of about thirty, with a gentle face and a pair of eyes sweeping around the crowd.

In front of the table of the two of them was a register book, where every disciple who entered or came out had to report his name.

The disciples seemed to be extremely familiar with the young man in his thirties, and almost everyone would huddle around him, muttering something for a while before leaving.

Zhang Sui pointed to the young man in his thirties suspiciously, and asked the master, "Do you know that person?" It feels like it's very popular. ”

"I don't know, I haven't actually been to the Scripture Pavilion yet, and my father's exercises are all taken directly by my father in the Scripture Pavilion." The Lord replied.

Zhang Sui rolled his eyes, he was worthy of being the son of the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, the second generation of the rich and rich, and he even had to rely on the back door to get a copy of the exercises.

"Anyway, it's okay to ask him to guard the disciple. In our Heavenly God Sect, there are such a group of guarding disciples, most of whom are outer disciples. They are usually responsible for managing the daily affairs of the sect, such as guarding the door and patrolling, and like now, they should register the disciples who come and go to prevent the theft of the exercise books, right? The master opened the fan with a "brush", fanned it up, and said.

Zhang Sui nodded and said, "Then let's go." ”

Zhang Sui walked in the front, the royal lord and Zhou Yanxin, one with his head held high, shaking his fan; One bowed his head and buried his chest, nervously stumbling a little.

Shaking the identity jade pendant in front of the two guard disciples, Zhang Sui pointed at himself, and the imperial master and Zhou Yanxin said: "Zhang Sui, the core disciple of the Eighth Hall of the Second God, the inner disciple of the imperial master and Zhou Yanxin." ”

After Zhang Sui finished speaking, he took the imperial master and Zhou Yanxin and walked to the front of the clearing.

"Eh—stop me!"

However, as soon as Zhang Sui and the three of them walked inside, they were stopped by two guard disciples.

Zhang Sui turned his head and asked in surprise, "What else is going on?" ”

The fierce guard glared at Zhang Sui viciously, and Zhang Sui looked at him head-on, and stared at him with big eyes.

"If my eyes were wide enough to kill someone, I would have been killed countless times." Zhang Sui said to the fierce disciple: "Moreover, you are just an outer disciple, right?" I don't know if I should bow when I see the core disciples? What do you mean by glaring at me? Think I'm low in cultivation and can despise me? ”

"Senior brother, don't blame!" The guard in his early thirties hurriedly laughed and said, "Senior brother, my brother is called Buping, but he looks a little fierce, but he doesn't mean that." Senior brother is new to my Heavenly God Sect, so I don't know, I will misunderstand him. ”

The guard in his early thirties smiled and said, "Senior brother, my name is Wang Heng, and I am the guard of the Library Pavilion, responsible for registering the disciples who come and go to the Treasure Pavilion. ”

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Sui's face, turned his head, and no longer looked at Buping, but at Wang Heng.

A fierce god, a smiling face, and no doubt that anyone would like to talk to the latter.

Zhang Sui asked Wang Heng: "So, what do you call me something?" ”

The expression on Wang Heng's face stiffened slightly, the expression on his face was very embarrassed, the smiling face just now slowly converged, and he sat back expressionlessly, and said lightly: "The museum is not open today." ”

"Not open today?" The Imperial Master looked at Wang Heng meaningfully, pointed to the various disciples who were looking at the exercises books in the open space, and said, "Could it be that these are dead people?" ”

As the saying goes, "a smiling tiger, a cold knife", this is a sentence that Zhang Sui often hears when watching TV in the 21st century, and it is also what he often encounters when he gets along with colleagues when he is working.

Opening the contemplation, Zhang Sui wanted to know, what did this kind of person think at this time?

"Shabi's sub-god eight halls, if you want to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you don't even know how to bribe the two of us!"

"It's worthy of being an ordinary person, and I don't know if it's a blessing from my previous life, and I fell in love with the Cold Martial God."

"Such a delicate beauty, the first beauty of the human dynasty, was arched by such a stupid pig!"

"I want my Wang Heng to grow up like a jade tree in the wind, graceful and suave, if he hadn't grown up in a poor family, he would definitely not be worse than this ruined son of the emperor now!"

"Hey, Nima, you can't sleep with Leng Wushen, so let's go to sleep at night and step down with his daughter-in-law, right? That slut, the kung fu in bed is very satisfying! ”

"Such a daughter-in-law, only Shabi Buping would be reluctant to touch it, right?"

"I'm a brother, help him hurt her daughter-in-law, hehe, that ass, snow-white and elastic."

Zhang Sui looked at Wang Heng, who was sitting in danger at the moment, with a strange expression, and then glanced at Bu Ping, who was staring at them viciously, and suddenly realized.

The old Wang and the green hat brother next door originally wanted to accept bribes.

Dare to see those disciples coming in and out before, hugging this Wang Heng, looking very familiar, it's not that Wang Heng is popular, but he is bribing!

The imperial lord glanced at Zhang Sui, took out a silver ticket from his arms, and was about to hand it over.

Bu Ping's fierce expression looked a little better.

Wang Heng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stood up and said, "Oh, the Eighth Hall of the Second God—"

However, before Wang Heng finished speaking, Zhang Sui took the silver ticket that the imperial lord originally handed over to Wang Heng in the stunned eyes of everyone, put it in his arms, walked towards the open space, and said, "Let's go, take you out for a good meal tonight." ”

The Imperial Master shook his fan with a smile and followed closely behind Zhang Sui.

Zhou Yanxin hurriedly trotted over, the expressions of the two guard disciples at the moment were too scary, she was afraid.

Bu Ping and Wang Heng jumped up, rushed to Zhang Sui, and blocked him, Wang Heng said coldly: "Zhang Sui, you can't enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion today!" ”