There are not many books in a certain tattooed house, it looks very scattered, and the page on the cover is almost all simple and light textures, and this similar book has a collective name called tattooed books.

In the world, the tattoo book is also quite popular with people, and the degree of love can be comparable to that of alchemy, of course, the tattoo book also has a medium, high and low division, divided into three types: the first type of spiritual book, the second type of immortal book, and the third type is the holy Buddhist scripture book

Among the three kinds of tattoos, the spiritual book belongs to the lowest level, the immortal book belongs to the intermediate level, and the holy Buddhist scripture book belongs to the highest level tattoo book.

The higher the level of the tattoo book, the more complicated the texture on the page will be, and the difficulty will also increase, and the cultivation will be quite rigorous.

This tattoo house is specially used to collect tattoo books, all the tattoo books treasured in it belong to low-level spiritual books, a white-bearded old man holds a tattoo book in his hand, burying his head in silent hard reading, from time to time his eyebrows are worried, shaking his head lightly, as if he is studying something deeply, encountering difficulties.

No one knew how long the white-bearded old man had been fascinated by the tattoo book, but in the middle of the hour, he quietly passed by, slowly closed the book, and said to himself: "The new disciples of the Mu family, I also have to teach them."

Outside the door of the dormitory, a Praetorian Guard stood there, with his thumb and ring finger in the corner of his mouth, and began to blow softly, and the whistle was not very loud, but it sounded a little rhythmic.

Hearing this, Mu Fan and the others hurriedly walked out from inside, from the first whistle to the time they all stood at the door, none of them leaked, it only took dozens of seconds.

"Everyone's together, let's go"

Seeing that the Praetorian Guards were so strict and upright, no one dared to speak out, let alone ask, but they dared to promise in their hearts that there would be no disadvantage to them, just follow along.

The Praetorian Guards walked in the front, one after the other followed, and on the way, not one spoke, some were whispering footsteps, but their hearts were a little unsettled, silently expecting to wait for something to teach them.

Out of the Golden Mansion, under the leadership of the Praetorian Guards, he went straight to the lobby.

The so-called lobby capital was personally ordered by Jin Chenzi a few years ago, and at the same time mobilized military masters as mentors, and the lobby has always been open to the outside world, of course, the open objects are people who are related to the Jin family and people from the Mu family, regardless of status, even if they are civilians, as long as they have talent, they can still be allowed to enter the hall to practice.

Over the years, the lobby has cultivated a lot of talents for the Jin Mansion, so its status is getting higher and higher in Gudan City, and the Praetorian Guards are taking Mu Fan and them to study there.

At the entrance of the lobby, the guards are heavily guarded, and the guards in armor strictly check the identity cards of all those who enter, but this procedure, under the leadership of the Praetorian Guards, is naturally exempt, and the status of the Praetorian Guards in the Jin Mansion is higher than that of these guards.

So when the Praetorian Guards appeared at the gate, the guards all bowed respectfully.

When they entered the lobby, they attracted the eyes of many students, and they only briefly swept over them, while all eyes remained on the Praetorian Guards, and they became focused, and He He looked a little respectful.

These eyes came, and the Praetorian Guards did not have the slightest intention of returning the salute, with a cold face facing forward, and a steady and solemn step, this behavior was not arrogant, but the strict attitude and style of the Praetorian Guard.

The lobby is all, South Garden.

A spacious and bright church, neatly placed desks, in front of the desks, a few teenagers and girls kneeling on the ground, the atmosphere is quiet.

On the podium, the white-bearded old man stood, wearing a badge on his chest, engraved with two points of seal, these two points of print, representing the second-level tutor, responsible for teaching the pattern book.

And the most conspicuous is that there is a piece of blue-veined stone on the table, there is a small borehole outside, the inside of it is hot and glowing, the green smoke is swirling and rising, on the side, a book is stacked together, and there are about thirty or so books at a glance.

Mu Fan and the others found a seat and knelt down at will, Mu Fan knelt in the corner, and the position on his left side was Mu Yan'er, looking at Mu Fan with beautiful eyes, tilting her head slightly to the right, and her pretty face gently leaned on Mu Fan's shoulder.

"Yan'er, so many people are here, I'm embarrassed," Mu Fan whispered.

Mu Yan'er smiled lightly and said, "No matter what, borrow your shoulder, what's the matter, don't give it."

"I think, the two of us are sisters and brothers, don't be too intimate, and I'm a little shy, you know?" his eyes turned uncertainly, sweeping around the students around him, and whispered: "Before you see it, sit down, you fart spirit"

"Hehe, I just like to stick to you, there is an indescribable comfort"

"Don't be so sensitive, okay"

Mu Fan really wanted to say a word, but now it's a church, and the place doesn't allow it, so he can't say it, if he puts it somewhere else, he really has to be rude.

"I don't like it, I just like a boy with such thin skin like you"

The white-bearded old man glanced at the corner of his eyes, and when a pair of men and women were in close contact, he deliberately pretended not to see it, shook his smile, and then swept his gaze, looking at the neat number of people, and the young and immature faces, and nodded with satisfaction.

The white-bearded old man took out a book casually, held it up, and said, "The book in my hand is called the Pattern Book, and I specialize in teaching this kind of book, so I will teach you to draw patterns."

"Next, I'll draw you a tiger and show you."

The white-bearded tutor did not say a word, he was too lazy to open the page, holding an ink pen in his hand, and then closed his eyes, his mouth squirmed slightly, as if he was reciting some sutra.

When all the students stared at the podium intently, the tip of the pen lightly touched on the cover, and began to sketch one stroke at a time, without any distraction and ambiguity, and the painting was full of wind and dance.

If you look carefully at the cover, the lines crossed, on the whole, it is like outlining a tattooed tiger head, the moment the last light stroke falls, the pattern is formed, it is a small tiger head, it is out of the cover, but this tattooed tiger head is a phantom, scattering a little inconspicuous yellow flame

"Whew!"

With a roar, the church shook slightly, and the tiger head rushed towards the students with a ferocious momentum, the students' faces were pale, their foreheads kept sweating, and when they blinked, they collided with the students' bodies, and they dissipated directly, and the students were safe and sound, unharmed, as if it hadn't happened, but they were scared enough.

"I was scared to death just now, what is this teaching us, it's a game of scary, right?"

"It's so horrible, my heart is floating, I feel like I'm going to jump out"

"At the beginning, we came to this play, it didn't look like we were here to learn, we were here to practice our courage"

"We haven't even finished learning, and we are probably scared to death"

"yes, it's too hard to learn something"

There was a grumbling sound below, and the white-bearded old man was a little bitter, and said in disappointment: "If any of you don't want to learn this pattern, you can now transfer to another church and change to another discipline."

As soon as these words came out, the students stood up without hesitation and walked out one after another, although they knew that it would not harm our bodies, but this kind of momentum was enough to make them fearful, how could they have the heart to study?

After walking for more than half of the way, the remaining dozen or so were also entangled, not knowing whether it was better to stay or go to another church to learn another one.

The white-bearded old man saw through the turmoil in their hearts at a glance, and couldn't make up his mind, and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to give up? I'll give you a few seconds to think about it."

After they were silent for a while, they gritted their teeth, and finally decided to stay, the dozen or so teenagers and girls who stayed behind were all Mu Fan and them, but a few went out.

"I really didn't expect that you were the ones who came in later, and you stayed, if you guessed correctly, you are from the Mu family."

Mu Fan and the others nodded, and the white-bearded old man smiled: "Very good, since you have chosen this pattern, then I will teach you well."