Mu Yang wandered around the yard, and there was a round stone brick open space in the center. Mu Yang probably this was the place where disciples usually practiced their own skills.

There are also some houses on the right side of the loft, such as kitchens, utility rooms, etc.

The whole yard is pretty normal, and there is nothing special except this attic, which is a little inferior to Xiaoqi's poetic and picturesque little yard.

Mu Yang walked around for a while and then went to choose his own room.

Each door of the seven rooms has a number. From one to seven, the first and second rooms have been occupied by Xue Pei's other two disciples.

Mu Yang was wandering around the five empty rooms, but each room was similar and had no distinction at all.

"Oh, just beside them, and there are so many people."

In the end, Mu Yang chose Room No. 3. He happened to be Xue Pei's third disciple, so he chose three.

There happened to be a groove on the door frame on the left, which was neither big nor small, just like the identity jade token. According to what Xue Pei said, Mu Yang put his identity jade token on.

Suddenly, milky white spiritual power overflowed from the jade plaque and flowed through the entire door along one lattice-like pattern after another.

"So cool! I like it. Is this authentication?"

After the spiritual power wandered through every corner of the door, he returned to the identity jade plaque. Then Mu Yang picked off the jade plaque and walked into the house.

There was not much furniture in the room. There was a big mahogany bed on the left corner and the quilts were neatly folded. There was a mahogany wardrobe at the head of the bed, a table in the center, and a relatively empty place on the right. Apart from some kettles and other debris in the corner, there was only a futon on the ground.

"Oh, sure enough, the gold and jade are all over the outside, but they just look cool outside. I have to decorate it. This Syrian style does not conform to my rich temperament. By the way, isn't it said that there is a spirit gathering array or something? Where is the spiritual energy?"

However, as soon as Mu Yang locked the door, he was covered in a face of the spiritual energy that was coming to his face.

"I'll go, there's a trigger mechanism, something." The room is now full of spiritual power, and even if you just stand there, you feel comfortable physically and mentally.

"Muyang, look at that futon."

Under the reminder of Brother Gou, Mu Yang walked to the cushion. It seemed that it was the eye of the entire spiritual gathering array. You could vaguely see a vortex of spiritual power circling here. The spirit gathering array seemed to instill all the absorbed spiritual energy into the cushion and then radiate it to the entire room.

Mu Yang sat cross-legged on the cushion and suddenly felt like he was enlightened from top to bottom, and the spiritual energy washed away the limbs and bones, and he was a little over his head.

"Try practicing."

Mu Yang tried to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. With the help of the spirit gathering array, he was indeed much faster than before. "I am already at the eighth level of spiritual power. With the help of spirit gathering, my cultivation speed will definitely be faster in the future. It is estimated that the fourth level of the spiritual vein realm will not take a long time. I have to think of a way to see how I can get the treasure and quickly increase the level of spiritual power."

Mu Yang unconsciously touched his left chest, which was the life and death armor here, which raised his spiritual power level to a higher level, which made Mu Yang realize that as long as there are treasures, he would definitely be able to increase his spiritual power to a higher level.

Brother Dog crossed his legs and looked at the novel, murmured: "Actually, your spiritual power is quite rare. You can upgrade slowly. Maybe you will really make a fortune in the future."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Well, that's what the novel says."

"oh."

Mu Yang no longer talks nonsense. With such a good spirit gathering array, it would be a waste of resources if he didn't practice well. Mu Yang simply sat down and focused on absorbing the spiritual energy.

This practice made me forget the time. It was not until the morning of the next day that Mu Yang woke up slowly.

Muyang exhaled the turbid air that had accumulated all night, and his spirit was refreshed. The fourth spiritual vein had already shown signs.

I looked out the window and it was still a little dim, "Brother Dog, when is it time?"

Brother Dog reads novels all night and is almost out of dark circles. "It's almost time for Chen, and there is still a quarter of an hour."

Mu Yang nodded, "Oh, Chen Shi... Damn! Class is coming! It's almost late! Oh, why didn't you wake me up early!"

Brother Dog shook the book on his paws and smiled, "Haha, sorry, I forgot that this son-in-law's article is a bit good. The one named Chen Beiwang is slapping his mother-in-law in the face. I was fascinated by it, hehe."

Mu Yang squirted out an old blood. Before he could complain about Brother Dog, Mu Yang quickly packed up and snatched the door out, "Master, I'm going to class!"

A roar came from the attic: "The first day is so late! If you dare to be late and lose my face, don't come back!"

Mu Yang was so scared that he shivered all over. He didn't dare to stay there, so he ran out quickly.

Fortunately, the school was not very far away. Just next to the martial arts venue, Muyang ran all the way and finally arrived at the school before class started.

The school is located on the south side of the martial arts fair, and is a little simple, even with thatched roof, square and regular. When you stand outside, you can see a room of neat desks inside.

At this moment, the other eleven disciples were already standing outside the door waiting, and everyone was smiling and discussing whether Mu Yang had overslept again.

"Huh, I'm not late, are you?" Mu Yang's people arrived before they could arrive.

Qin Yun shook his head, as if he was a little disappointed: "Oh, I still want to know what punishment is there, Muyang, please be more angry."

Mu Yang bent down and supported his knees, panting and said, "I want to know, it's simple. You can go back and sleep and come over now. I'm so tired. I've sweated so much in the morning."

Fortunately, I caught up, but Mu Yang didn't want to make a fool of himself on the first day.

After Mu Yang got gasping and stood up, Chen Yingzhi was already standing at the podium and shouted outside the door: "Come in, prepare for class."

The twelve disciples lined up and walked in, but everyone was walking on both sides of the aisle and didn't know what to do.

There are more than thirty seats here, a bit... too many, the elders seem to be too confident in the number of disciples in Luoyue Valley.

Seeing that everyone was standing and not sitting for a long time, Chen Yingzhi smiled awkwardly, waved his hand and said, "Sit as you like."

Chen Yingzhi said this, and everyone was no longer reserved. They were companions and chose seats with people with good relationships. Chen Lingfeng walked directly to the first row. Qin Yun was unwilling to fall behind and sat next to him, leaving a provocative look on his daily basis.

Mu Yang pinched his waist and looked around, but chose his old profession and walked in the last row.

"Muyang, are you sitting too far?" Fang Yi looked back curiously.
Chapter completed!