"I'm just a student of the inner academy. I can at most be classified as a spirit child. If I were to go to the Ling Pavilion in the middle of the night, if someone saw me, I might be considered a thief."
Looking at Fang Wushang's puzzled expression, Ye Wushuang smiled lightly and said: "So, I can only trouble the dean to accompany me for a while!"
"No trouble, no trouble!"
Fang Wushang waved his hands repeatedly and asked immediately: "It's so late, what are you doing at the Ling Pavilion?"
"Looking for something!"
Ye Wushuang left a sentence and walked directly towards the Ling Pavilion without saying much.
Seeing this scene, although Fang Wushang was confused, he didn't ask any more questions and stepped to follow.
Lingge is the management center for all students of Cangyun College; it not only contains the college information database, including the information of each student; it is also where students can purchase martial arts, weapons, elixirs, and exchange tasks, or
Where to receive rewards.
At this moment, the elder guarding the Ling Pavilion and some disciples were already drowsy and staggering around in a bored manner.
After all, as the important place of the college, Ling Pavilion does not deal with affairs at night; let alone anyone who has nothing to do, will come to Ling Pavilion to do business in the middle of the night.
"Is this how you guard the tomb?"
At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded, instantly waking up the dozing elders and all the students.
"Who is it? You don't rest in the middle of the night and you dare to come here to make trouble. Are you impatient..."
Being disturbed from his sweet dream, the elder opened his sleepy eyes and was so unhappy that he was about to lose his temper; but before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly and his eyes suddenly widened.
"Yuan, Mr. Dean?"
Wow...
As soon as these words came out, the elder and the students all trembled and stood up in a hurry, sweating all over their bodies.
"Dean..."
The elder was trembling now and speaking incoherently: "I, I, I... you, you, you..."
"It's my, my, yours, yours. The Ling Pavilion is an important place of the academy. How can you be so lazy when you are guarding this place?"
Fang Wushang scolded at this moment: "Forget it this time, next time, you all go to the Punishment Pavilion and receive the punishment yourself!"
"Yes yes yes..."
The elder's head was like a chicken pecking at rice, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Wipe up the saliva quickly and open the door."
Fang Wushang was too lazy to say anything at the moment, so he waved his hand and said, "I need to go into the Ling Pavilion to do something right now!"
"Yes, yes, I...I will take you there..."
The elder then realized that he had drooled a lot from his nap just now, so he quickly wiped it away and went to open the door nervously.
The other students respectfully retreated to both sides, full of energy, but their brows were full of doubts.
It's really strange. Why did the dean suddenly come to Ling Pavilion in person in the middle of the night?
Moreover, there is still a...student behind him?
The elder guarding the mourning pavilion hurriedly opened the door, and three figures walked in immediately one by one.
The entire Ling Pavilion contains thousands of things.
Among them, it is mainly divided into six main pavilions: Information Pavilion, Affairs Pavilion, Pill Pavilion, Weapons Pavilion, Classics Pavilion, and Miscellaneous Pavilion; and each pavilion has seven floors!
After entering the Ling Pavilion, Ye Wushuang did not hesitate and went straight to the weapons pavilion on the east side.
Fang Wushang frowned slightly at this moment, not knowing why.
The Weapons Pavilion, as the name suggests, stores various weapons collected by Cangyun College, which is equivalent to an armory.
But with Ye Wushuang's current status, if he wanted any weapons, he could just tell Yao Wenhao directly, so why bother to come here in person in the middle of the night?
"Non-attack equipment should be stored on the third floor, right?"
Standing in front of the weapons pavilion, Ye Wushuang asked softly.
"good!"
"Then go directly to the third floor!"
"yes!"
Fang Wushang nodded slightly, then made a gesture of invitation and said, "The stairs are over here!"
Ye Wushuang nodded slightly and stepped upstairs.
Seeing this scene, the elder guard was stunned and completely dumbfounded.
It seems that the reason why the dean suddenly came was not because he was coming, but because the young man in front of him was coming?
What kind of identity is this young man that can trouble the dean?
Moreover, judging from the dean’s attitude, do you still treat him with respect?
"Just wait here!"
At this moment, Fang Wushang gave an order and hurriedly chased Ye Wushuang, heading straight to the third floor.
Although it was late at night, by candlelight, the luxurious decoration of the entire third floor was still clearly revealed.
Moreover, the floor height of this hall is nearly 20 meters, and the area is thousands of people. Looking at it, it looks broad and grand.
This posture is probably no less impressive than the arsenal of the Chu Palace.
Unfortunately, what is in bloom here are only musical instruments, kitchen utensils, or various weird and non-offensive equipment; most of them are low-level spiritual weapons, which are not precious.
There are even many scrapped or broken ones; however, they are included here because they have special meanings or unique shapes, and because of their unique shapes and functions.
Ye Wushuang directly ignored these miscellaneous equipment at this moment and walked straight into the depths.
Fang Wushang didn't know the purpose of Ye Wushuang's coming here, and he couldn't ask, so he had to follow him.
Slowly, the two of them came to the depths, and a dusty and ancient aura followed them.
"It's really here!"
Ye Wushuang smiled faintly, but his eyes fell on a painting hanging on the wall right in front of him.
This painting is divided into three acts.
The first scene on the left depicts the broken mountains and rivers, and the vicissitudes of the universe; but under the universe, between the mountains and rivers, there are probably dozens of figures, sitting or standing, carrying swords or carrying knives, with different movements, as if they are
There was a heated discussion; one of the young talents was the most outstanding, and when he raised his hand to invest, he actually contained a domineering aura!
The second scene in the middle depicts a green mountain, green water, and a waterfall; clear water falls from the top of the mountain, flies down, hits the ground, and stirs up countless water splashes. And in front of the water flowers, a white man wearing a golden crown on his head
The man in a robe was sitting on a stone mat, letting the water splash behind him and playing the Yao Qin, leisurely and contentedly.
But it can be seen that although the man in the white robe has a handsome face, fine features and a scholarly attitude, there is a sharp aura faintly exuding from his body, like a sharp sword that breaks the sky and has the potential to look down on the world.
On both sides of the man, there was another person; an old man and a young man, with respectful expressions and slightly narrowed eyes, as if they were intoxicated by the music, but also seemed to be in an epiphany.
In the third scene on the right, the background of the painting is very familiar. It is the sect of Cangyun College. However, at this moment, in front of the sect, there are many figures gathered together. At the head is a middle-aged man, with his hands behind his back.
He stood there and talked loudly.
This man was wearing a half-black and half-white robe, with long hair tied back and two strands of foot-long temple hair blowing in the wind. He seemed to be speaking impassionedly, announcing and showing off something extraordinary to the world.
Seeing Ye Wushuang looking at the scroll, Fang Wushang stepped forward and said with a slight smile: "This painting is said to be made by my uncle Pu Ruozhi, the founder of Cangyun College."
"The scene on the left side of this scroll depicts a time when the Eastern Wilderness was in chaos thousands of years ago and the country was in ruins. Emperor Chu Yu was discussing matters with heroes from all walks of life. On the scroll, the young talent in the middle of the crowd,
He is the founder of the Cangyun Empire, Emperor Chu Yu!"
"It was during this discussion that Emperor Chu Yu came up with the idea of unifying the Eastern Wilderness."
After finishing his words, Fang Wushang pointed to the right side of the scroll and continued:
"The scene on the right depicts the scene when Master Pu rushed back from thousands of miles away to cut the ribbon for the college when Cangyun College opened and delivered a speech for the college. On the scroll, the person standing in front of the gate of the college and talking loudly is Cang Yun.
Pu Ruozhi, the founder of Yun College.”
"Uncle Pu is a good friend of Emperor Chu Yu. He not only helped Emperor Chu Yu unify the Eastern Wasteland and build the current Cangyun Empire; he is also the preparer and creator of our Cangyun Academy, so we all call him
For the pioneers!”
"As for this middle scene..."
"I know this scene."
Before Fang Wushang could finish his words, Ye Wushuang suddenly interrupted and said with a chuckle: "The painting is of the Wushuang Sword Emperor when he traveled to the Eastern Wasteland!"
"In the scroll, the man playing leisurely under the waterfall is the first sword emperor in Tianjian Continent, the once famous and unparalleled sword emperor, right?"