Early the next morning. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bai Cheng opened his eyes, got out of bed and washed up, changed into the uniform issued by the recording hall, took the Northern Immortal Sword, got up and walked towards the Ming Hall to the west of the White Tiger Inner Camp.

Today is the first day of the opening of the White Tiger Inner Camp, and according to the arrangement in the classroom, the opening ceremony will be held in the Ming Hall, and the two deputy directors and the internal camp teachers and the external camp leaders will participate. Yesterday, Zhao Wu specially told him that he must wear a uniform issued in a uniform today.

It is a tight-fitting uniform, a set of four, composed of black and white, of which the shirt, trousers, and leather boots are all pure black, and only one belt is pure white. The uniform is made of good material, extremely smooth to the touch, very light on the body, does not feel the slightest concern, and the breathability is also good, better than the material he wore on the earth in his previous life, and I don't know what material it is made of.

Leaving the Chenji courtyard, Bai Cheng walked straight to the west of the city, and met several students along the way, all wearing the same uniforms, one of whom had met on the Zuixian Tower yesterday, and the others did not know each other.

The area of the White Tiger camp is not small, and Baicheng walked for half an hour before coming to the West Mingtang.

The Ming Hall was designed and built by the master craftsmen of the Guan family in Beijing, and the Guan family was the first architectural family in the Chen Kingdom, and most of the children of the disciples worked in the Ministry of Industry.

In recent decades, the three expansions of the imperial palace have been presided over by the people of the Guan family, in fact, the Guan family now only accepts the projects of the imperial family, and occasionally designs them for the royal family, and ordinary ministers are not moved at all. However, General Wei was powerful, and fifteen years ago, with an edict, the Guan family sent all the masters in the door to build this Ming Hall.

In front of the main entrance of Mingtang is a square. From the square, this Ming Hall is nothing more than an ordinary palace, only slightly taller. Only when you enter the Ming Hall, you will find that the internal materials are extremely exquisite, the design is very complex, the layout is exquisite, and the functions are numerous, in fact, most of the coursework in the White Tiger Camp is taught here.

Bai Cheng also heard a rumor that this Ming Hall was the real White Tiger Hall, and only when he entered the hall here could he be regarded as a real disciple of the White Tiger Hall.

There was no one in front of the Ming Hall, the two gates opened, and Bai Cheng stepped into the main gate.

Entering the main gate is the front yard, a stone path through the front yard, leading to a tall palace room, on both sides of the stone road planted all kinds of rare trees, are some varieties that Bai Cheng does not recognize.

Along the stone path, Hakujo came to the palace. This palace room sits in the north and faces south, the length and width are about ten zhang, the height is almost two zhang, the white wall is Lanwa, the bucket arch cornice, the design is very majestic.

The chambers were empty, with only four pillars standing, and on either side of the chambers were two black lacquered wooden doors, which led to the other rooms, both with locks.

There is a high platform in the deepest part of the palace, more than seven feet high, and there is a painting hanging above the wooden platform, which depicts a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, lying on top of a hill, as if sleeping and waking up, the whole painting is about five zhang long and about two zhang wide.

Looking at this painting, Bai Cheng suddenly remembered a sentence, just like a tiger lying on a barren hill, lurking minions to endure.

Bai Cheng didn't come early, there were already thirty or forty students in the main hall, all chatting in twos and threes, some of them he had met yesterday, but he didn't plan to come forward to say hello, and he was going to take advantage of this time to practice for a while.

Thinking of this, Bai Cheng turned around and came to the corner of the palace room, which was a backlit place, which was quieter than other places.

Bai Cheng sat down cross-legged, put the Northern Immortal Sword across his knees, and began to run qi and blood, with one breath and one inhalation, the heaven and earth vitality gradually penetrated into the five internal organs, and the sword qi in the body gradually erected.

In the past few days, he has found that when the Northern Immortal Sword is placed by his side, the sword qi in his body will be more agile and faster than usual.

In Bai Cheng's eyes, this sword has become more and more mysterious, and he gradually believes in the judgment of the old owner of Zhou, this sword has a mysterious origin, and it is indeed not forged by the people in the Ming Sect themselves.

"Your kid is a good cultivator, huh?" someone suddenly said behind him.

Bai Cheng was startled, and then snorted, his qi and blood almost ran wrong, his chest was uncomfortable, and he had already suffered a little internal injury.

If someone in front of him came to talk, he wouldn't be so easily frightened, but before he sat down just now, he had already looked carefully, and there was no half a figure behind him.

"Cultivation is good, but cultivation is a little worse, we martial arts practitioners must be too big in front of the collapse and the complexion will not change. The voice continued.

There is a mountain in this world called Taishan, which is the highest mountain in the Central Plains.

Bai Cheng slowly adjusted his breathing, and with full anger, he turned to look back.

A thin old man stood behind him, smiling all over his face, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, carrying a broom in his hand, covered in dust, and looked like a servant in charge of cleaning in the Ming Hall.

Bai Cheng couldn't be serious with a servant, so he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "When did your old man come over?" ”

The thin old man smiled and said, "The old man has been here all along, but you sit in front of me silently." ”

Bai Cheng rubbed his head and said, "Maybe it's that I've been in retreat too often, and my spirit is a little weak, so I'm sorry I didn't see your old man." ”

The thin old man hurriedly waved his hand and said: "You are all pillars of the country, and you are also serving the country when you come here to practice. ”

Bai Cheng smiled: "The old man is serious. ”

The thin old man then asked: "You have practiced to the subtle realm at a young age, and none of these boys can compare to it now, why are you still working so hard?"

Bai Cheng was taken aback, since the operation of the Nameless Method, no one had ever been able to see through his cultivation, this old man was still the first, and asked in surprise, "Can you see it?"

The thin old man smiled and said, "You just exhaled and breathed in that posture, aren't you just absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth?"

Bai Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly.

After a while, the inner camp students had arrived, and the palace room gradually became noisy, and suddenly, there was silence again, and then a group of people rushed in from outside the house.

There are three people walking in front, in the center is Mr. Lu, and one on the left and one on the right are two generals.

The man on the left has gray hair, several scars on his face, wears a black armor full of scars, has a knife hanging from his waist, and his left hand is tightly pressed on the knife, and he walks with a dragon and a tiger.

The man on the right was in his forties, with a fair complexion, a vermilion armor that was extremely gorgeous, a long sword hanging from his waist, and the scabbard was inlaid with seven-colored gemstones.

The three were followed by two columns, the one on the left was dressed as scribes and dressed in civilian clothes, and the one on the right was dressed as officers and dressed in armor.

The thin old man hurriedly said, "You should be busy, the old man will go first." ”

Bai Cheng said softly: "The old man walks slowly. ”

The thin old man smiled, picked up his broom, and swaggered out towards the group. Bai Cheng was taken aback, and the old man walked over like this, just afraid that he would be punished for being disrespectful.

Unexpectedly, after the group met the old man, they all turned a blind eye and passed by him. Only, Mr. Lu glanced at the old man and blinked, but he didn't speak.

Bai Cheng relieved himself at this time, this old man was only afraid that he was an old pawn in the camp, and these people all sold him three points of face. (To be continued.) )