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The old man's cry made all the people present feel a layer of respect.

Others may not know, but everyone here grew up listening to this old man's story from childhood.

Who doesn't yearn to enter the book Pavilion one day?

Now, the old man is crying, which makes them feel sad.

The soldiers who came here at that time are now buried in the loess.

Without them, how could Nanman be now? Where do they come from to sing poems here?

Their eyes on Lu Beiyou changed little by little from their initial contempt and hostility.

How big is the heart of a man who can write such poems?

The elder took a deep breath and wiped away the turbid tears on his face with his sleeve regardless of his image.

He pushed aside Gu leisurely who supported him and came to Lu Beiyou. He looked Lu Beiyou up and down.

It was not until Lu Beiyou got goose bumps that he nodded. Then he solemnly said, ”I can ask you, would you like to enter my book pavilion? Be my own disciple? ”

The voice of respecting the elderly is not big, but it is very solemn.

Lu Beiyou doesn't have much intuitive feeling, but the words of respecting the old fall in other people's ears, but it seems like a bolt from the blue.

For a moment, everyone panicked.

Even Gu leiran, who forced himself to settle down, could hardly sit still at the moment and said in a hurry: ”respect the old! Never

Seeing this, the others turned to each other and looked at the people who were walking with them. Then they knelt down one after another and said in horror: ”respect the old, never do it!”

In the living room, the momentum was appalling.

But the old man who spoke was indifferent and had nothing to do with me.

Lu Beiyou, who was in the center of the storm, was dazed when he saw the reaction of the people around him.

He turned to look at the rebellious look on his face, but saw his eyes were full of excited respect for the elderly, and then turned to look at the grazing ball standing not far away.

Mu Qiu shrugged his shoulders and was also at a loss.

Lu Beiyou couldn't understand for a moment.

”Then what? What is the shuge you are talking about

Book pavilion?

Lu Beiyou really doesn't know what it is, but looking at the reactions of people around him, Lu Beiyou knows that this is definitely not a simple existence.

The old man's expression softened when he heard Lu Beiyou's words. He explained in a soft voice: ”the book Pavilion is not a good place. It's the place where the old man teaches. There are three floors in it. On the first floor, there are all kinds of grains in the world. On the second floor are the martial arts and metaphysics, the method of becoming an immortal, which have been searched by the ancient war all the way. The third floor is where the old man and I have classes. This is the book Pavilion. As long as you enter my book Pavilion, from now on, as long as you are Nanman, you can go to the imperial city! ”

When the elder said the book Pavilion, the tone also followed the pride.

It's not to blame for his obstinacy,. But shuge is such a general existence in Nanman.

As for his status, it is equivalent to the four pillars of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty! Together, the four Temple masters are about the same as the elder.

This is not to say how strong the strength of respecting the elderly is. Respecting the elderly is an ordinary teacher.

A teacher who taught Gu Zhan to unify Nanman.

Hearing the old man's words, Lu Beiyou couldn't help taking a breath of air.

Three hundred years of cereals and cereals? What's the concept?

It's the same as Shuoshu Pavilion, which contains all the treasures searched for in three hundred years, the divine medicine, the immortal grass, and the unique copy of the world.

These, even if come out from the north mountain, also have to feel an exclamation for the book Pavilion domineering.

As for the second level of Wu Dian Xuan Xue, the method of becoming immortal.