(Thank you for your support, please give me some more votes!) There are all small rooms, including toilets, bedrooms, and a small kitchen. There is still a lot of food in the kitchen. It is estimated that according to Wu Hao's appetite, you can eat it for half a year.

Wu Hao looked at all this and watched Elder Liu's back disappear into the corridor, smiling bitterly, not knowing whether it was worth it. However, after thinking, when he was a tragic disciple in the backyard, he was imprisoned and could not leave the Wuliang Sect, and he could not learn martial arts. When he came to the Martial Arts Pavilion, he was imprisoned, which was no different, but he was more cautious and less likely to run out secretly.

However, there is a possibility of learning martial arts.

Wu Hao couldn't help but want to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion to read various secrets, but he knew that it was not the time. Although he lived in it, he had to wait until it was open every day before he could enter. However, it would be later when he left at night because he needed to clean all the places.

After cleaning up a little, Wu Hao was lying on the bed and preparing to go to bed. This was the first time he had cooked a meal of white rice alone, not left by others, and it was also the first time he slept on his own warm bed. He was not forced to sleep in the woodshed. He felt a lot of emotion in his heart and had a new plan for the future.

The opportunity to practice martial arts is right in front of you.

Although he is over fifteen years old and basically has no chance to learn, Wu Hao will not give up.

“Huh?”

Wu Hao stretched out his palm and stroked the wall for a while, and suddenly felt the marks, arranged very neatly and the intervals were almost the same.

"Is this... the time recorded?"

After thinking about it for a while, Wu Hao immediately understood and felt helpless.

The last mail disciple who lived here thought he was lonely and helpless for a long time, and he couldn't even remember the time, so he carved traces on the wall to record the time at one time, so he would not become a person outside the mountain without knowing the sun and the moon.

This is not a profound method. Here I think there are only methods like this to record the world. The temperature in the Martial Arts Pavilion is almost the same all year round. There are profound methods arranged in the middle. Here, the method of judging seasonal changes based on the temperature and temperature is not feasible.

Even, except for the lobby outside, there is no light in other places.

However, these are not anything to Wu Hao. When he was doing scientific research on Earth in his previous life, he often did not come out at the experimental base for many years to overcome a project. Except for experimental equipment, he rarely communicated with others, and said it was similar to the current situation.

Lying on the bed, Wu Hao thought about what to do when he went to the Martial Arts Pavilion tomorrow, and slowly entered his dream.

bite……

A crisp sound woke Wu Hao up. This was the sound of the opening of the Martial Arts Pavilion hall outside. The sound was heard around to remind Wu Hao and his disciples who were studying hard outside to enter.

Wu Hao hurriedly got up and finished washing up, hurriedly ate some of the leftover food from yesterday, and hurriedly walked towards the corridor.

Walking out of the corridor, there were guards behind the Martial Arts Pavilion. Wu Hao handed the identity card to the guards and let him in. These two guards were both white-haired and had no difficulties for pitiful people like Wu Hao.

Brooms, rags, mops and other things were placed there, but Wu Hao was shocked by the bookshelf in front of him with martial arts secrets placed one by one.

In the center of the hall, there are more than a dozen huge bookshelves, with dense secrets on it. There are also bookshelf hanging on the surrounding walls, and they are also filled with dense ones. This is just the first floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion, all of which are placed at the lowest level of secrets, and there are two more layers on it.

Wu Hao was shocked. According to the information he received from those disciples, Wuliang Sect is just a low-level sect and has so many martial arts collections. How grand are there among those big sects and top sects?

Wu Hao could not imagine it.

"It's indeed a prosperous era of martial arts!"

Wu Hao hurriedly calmed down and honestly did his duty - cleaning. At the same time, he looked at the martial arts secrets here.

After walking around, I saw that the secrets on each bookshelves are classified, including boxing, swordsmanship, swordsmanship, sticks, etc. Most of them are swordsmanship, and several bookshelfs have various swordsmanship.

After a while, disciples of Wuliang Sect came in to choose the secrets of cultivation. After choosing, they would copy them in the copying area there and take the copy away. They would continue to stay here for other disciples to copy. Each disciple had to register after copying and let the guards check and make sure that it was not damaged before they could leave.

Wu Hao wiped the bookshelf and table clean from the boxing secrets, and at the same time carefully looked at what were some of the boxing secrets here to choose from.

Almost all disciples in the Wuliang Sect pursue lethality, and the world of warriors is measured by strength and combat power, so few people practice boxing. Unless they have to choose boxing to practice, they are also secondary practices.

"Chongtian boxing, first-level martial arts, has the effect of body refining."

Wu Hao did not directly deny that the first-level martial arts are indeed the lowest-level martial arts, but the entire first-level martial arts are first-level martial arts. The second-level martial arts are second-level martial arts, and the third-level martial arts are third-level martial arts. It is said that the highest-level martial arts in the Wuliang Sect is third-level martial arts. However, in legend, the highest-level martial arts are ninth-level, and there are mythical god-level martial arts over ninth-level.

After looking through the Chongtian boxing technique for a few pages without any trace, Wu Hao gave up. He saw through the essence of the initial stage of the warrior's cultivation, which is to refine the body, ease the tendons, bones, and marrow refine. Boxing techniques without the effects of these three realms are not desirable.

However, after all, boxing techniques that can achieve these three realms are all advanced martial arts, which are almost difficult to find on the first level.

After reading more than a dozen books, none of them wanted. In order not to make people doubt, Wu Hao quickly changed places to see sword techniques and so on.

There were more and more disciples. In order to reduce the trouble, Wu Hao took the initiative to go to the corridor behind to rest. He almost never rested in the morning, and he wiped all that floor for most of the summer vacations.

When there were too few people at noon, Wu Hao continued his work.

"Manniu boxing, first-level martial arts, has the effect of body refining."

Wu Hao put down one again and looked through the next one with a expressionless face.

No one noticed that Wu Hao was all rich or noble, and he didn't take any attention to slave-like servile disciples like Wu Hao.

"Um?"

When Wu Hao wiped his rag past a desk, his face suddenly changed and he gently tapped it with a finger, making an empty sound - it was empty.
Chapter completed!