The inner courtyard is undoubtedly much better than the outer courtyard of Xiandao Academy. The venue here is huge, and the ground is covered with green lawns. From a distance, you can see a three-story mansion in the farthest distance. It is an absolutely huge mansion, gray and white.
The classical pattern decoration looks as spectacular as a castle.
The entire inner courtyard seems to have only these things, which are simple, intuitive, and generous. Unlike the mythical sayings in the legend, some are just clean, tidy, and unexpected.
"How is it, is it okay here?" Dean Mustache stood aside, stroking his beard with one hand, and said proudly, "I personally designed the buildings in this inner courtyard."
"It's... okay." Qing Ling curled her lips and said reluctantly, and she told the truth. In an environment like this, if there is no obstruction, wouldn't it mean that whatever you do here will be peeped by others?
?And if an enemy invades, the inner courtyard without cover is difficult to defend and easy to attack. It is really not a good place.
Dean Mustache waved his hand, "Forget it, my art is incomprehensible to mortals, come with me, I will take you to see your future companions, see my steps clearly, and remember them clearly.
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As he said that, he started walking regularly on the open lawn, back and forth, and when Qing Ling took a look, he saw that there was a secret passage. This lawn was not that simple. There were mysteries in it, and there was probably some kind of maze.
Thinking of this, she looked at Dean Mustache with some approval. Even if an outsider broke in with his design and layout, it would seem easy to attack at first glance. If he relaxed his guard, he would fall into a maze the next moment.
It's difficult to get out.
It seems that Mustache is not a vegetarian character yet. With such a cunning dean leading her, Qing Ling also feels much more at ease. As the saying goes, good people do not live long and harm will last for thousands of years. She does not want to be a good person and be framed and die.
Dean Mustache's cunning style is in line with her world view. It can always be long-lasting to follow such a teacher.
Qing Ling followed the steps of Dean Mustache, seemingly chaotic and disorganized, but gradually, she also figured out some ways, such as looking at the route according to the direction of the leaves of the grass on the ground, such as looking at the direction of the leaves on the ground.
Look at some rocks in the grass.
Often many inconspicuous things can become one of the important components of the maze.
It was not that easy to walk on the seemingly flat lawn. Under the leadership of Dean Mustache, Qing Ling walked for more than ten minutes before reaching the door at the bottom of the house.
Dean Qingling stepped forward first, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Knock, knock, knock -" The door rang three times, and the door of the mansion opened automatically. This allowed Qing Ling to see the difference of this mansion again.
It seemed that the dean had touched some mechanism, so the door opened automatically.
"Little Qingling, you're here..." From a distance, Qingling heard a strange shout from Feng Xuan, and then, a beautiful young man in red rushed down the main staircase on the second floor.
It was Feng Xuan himself, but the way he greeted him was too exaggerated.
After hearing Feng Xuan's voice, a familiar female voice came and screamed strangely, "Qing Ling? Qing Ling? Where is Qing Ling? Is it really Qing Ling?"
Qingling heard the big man, what kind of weird question is this? Does it need to be asked so many times? But who is coming, and how can he know her?
The next moment, she saw another beauty in red rushing down from the second floor. With her charming appearance and seductive eyes, wasn't that Tang Yan who left her companions a few months ago to become a disciple? How could she be here?