He saw the disciples who had finished their morning exercises, like a surging crowd, rushing forward.

Everyone's goal is the place called the 'canteen' not far away.

Chu Xisheng couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that ten years after graduating from high school, he would experience this kind of life of grabbing food in the cafeteria again.

If Chu Yunyun ran with all her strength, her speed would naturally be far faster than those of the inner and outer disciples who had not even reached the first level of cultivation.

But she was very restrained and only ran in the middle of the crowd.

When it was the brother and sister's turn to get food, there wasn't much really delicious food left in the cafeteria.

Chu Xisheng obeyed the instructions and handed a tael of magic silver to the grandma who was preparing the meal.

Grandma smiled brightly and not only added a meat bun to his bowl, but also handed him a parcel.

The outside of the package was marked with the words "Zhengyang Canteen". Inside was a bag of water, sixteen meat buns, two roasted duck legs, and a small bag of mustard, which could last him two days.

Chu Xisheng discovered that he was not the only one who did this.

Many new disciples are secretly giving money to grandma.

There must be a reason for this.

After eating breakfast, he and Chu Yunyun separated.

Chu Yunyun is a disciple of the martial arts academy and usually studies the talisman technique at the Taoist temple on the north side of the martial arts academy.

Chu Xisheng and a group of new disciples were led by several martial arts masters to a huge stone building in the center of the martial arts hall.

This stone building is fifty feet wide, seventy feet long, and has twelve floors. Each floor is more than two feet high. It has a simple shape and magnificent momentum.

Above the gate, there are three large gilded characters of "Sutra Collection Tower".

Ye Zhiqiu, the head teacher of the East Campus, is already waiting here.

She stood on the steps with her hands behind her back, looking down at the more than a hundred new disciples in the audience.

"This is the martial arts palace that countless warriors in our Xiushui County dream of. It not only contains the complete ten arts of the Wuxiang Divine Sect, but also covers everything. It contains a total of 700 martial arts classics up to the sixth level, as well as countless totems left by ancient times.

with visualization pictures.

According to the rules of our martial arts hall, no matter who enters or exits the Sutra Collection Building, he must pay ten taels of magic silver! The inner disciples of the martial arts hall need to pay thirty taels of magic silver if they stay there for one day.

However, the founder of our Wuxiang Shenzong once established a sect rule that inner disciples of all martial arts schools under Shenzong can participate in training for free for two days at the beginning of their entry.

So you must not waste this opportunity. You can memorize as many of the ten foreign arts and martial arts classics as you can. If you don’t understand anything, you can come out and ask the instructor for advice."

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu moved to the side again, and a large group of martial arts teachers came over.

"In order to prevent the books in the building from being damaged, after you enter, you must hand over all prohibited items, including weapons, concealed weapons, fire breakers, flints, especially fire-making items. No open flames can be used in the building. Anything inside is

It’s worth thousands of taels of magic silver, and you can’t even afford it if you lose everything!”

When Ye Zhiqiu's voice fell, the swords, axes, short spears, darts, locust stones, plum blossom needles, crossbow arrows, throwing arrows, fire sticks, flints, etc. fell to the ground, making a "clang, clang, clang" sound.

Someone actually took out a small mace.

Ye Zhiqiu's next words surprised Chu Xisheng.

"To prevent you from hiding iron tools and carrying grease, no one is allowed to bring outside food or water bags. The martial arts school has prepared drinking water for you, steamed buns for 100 yuan each, meat buns for 200 yuan, and meat buns for 200 yuan.

Five hundred coins for the water bag.”

Chu Xisheng turned her head and looked at the corner Ye Zhiqiu was pointing at.

I saw about twenty young and middle-aged men over there dressed as chefs, guarding dozens of large baskets, smiling at them with unusually kind expressions.

Those baskets were filled with steamed buns, meat buns, meat buns and water bags.

Chu Xisheng couldn't help but let out a "ha", thinking that these people in the martial arts school are really good at making money.
Chapter completed!