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Ye Qingluo went to the kitchen and looked through the window at Bai Jingyuan's leaving figure. He didn't look back with a sigh until the man disappeared from sight while driving his car.

"Little Master, how long have you known Major General Bai?"

Fang Jinyu was really curious. Seeing the two of them getting along, they seemed like brothers and sisters next door.

Ye Qingluo was still immersed in the atmosphere of Bai Jingyuan's departure when he suddenly heard Fang Jinyu's question. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "Last summer, we met on the way to Capital Star from our hometown, at Jing Sanxing."

"Go, go, go...last year!? You guys have known each other for less than two years!?" Fang Jinyu looked surprised, "I can't tell at all!"

Ye Qingluo lowered his eyes and smiled, wasn't it? He felt like an old buddy when we got along with him.

"Cooking and cooking, my dear apprentice, please prepare lunch again." Ye Qingluo took out another black fish from the system warehouse, "Spicy pot and garlic pot will do. Suddenly I don't want to eat sour food."

"..."

Master, your bias is too obvious! There were four flavors just now. Major General Bai took away two flavors when he left? ?

Ye Qingluo frowned slightly and said coolly: "Isn't it enough? If it's not enough, just stir-fry two more vegetables."

Fang Jinyu: "Master, you can't, at least you shouldn't treat me like this! Am I still your good disciple??"

"Don't imitate me." Ye Qingluo glanced at Fang Jinyu with disgust, then took out two black fish from the system space and put them into the pool, "You can keep these two yourself, you can show them off to your master and brothers. ”

"Thank you, Master!"

Fang Jinyu swept away her resentment in an instant, put away the two black fish, and began to cook the second round of lunch without complaint.

Ye Qingluo originally wanted to help cook together, but when he saw how enthusiastic he was, he shook his head and slipped out.

Just coming out of the kitchen, Ye Qingluo bumped into Camille.

Camille glanced at the empty dining table, and then looked at Ye Qingluo, who had empty hands, with a puzzled expression: "Luoluo, I can smell the aroma of rice. Are we going to start dinner?"

Ye Qingluo scratched his head and said with a little embarrassment: "Lao Bai packed up the lunch just now and took it away. Let's wait a little longer. Are you hungry? Why don't you eat a steamed bun first?"

"Brother Bai is leaving? I won't eat steamed buns. I'll eat fish later."

"He is also going on a mission, alas..."

Thinking of Han Chen who had not returned from the mission for a long time, Camille also sighed: "Oh... I really want to help Brother Chen do the mission together!"

Before Ye Qingluo opened his mouth to comfort him, he heard Camille say again: "I want to change my major and become a soldier!"

"..."

[Sure enough, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. You are the only two students in this class. Do you want to change your major? 】

Mr. Mu knew he was going to explode, right?

Ye Qingluo's idea of ​​changing his major had been suppressed by Bai Jingyuan, and looking at Camille now was like seeing himself before.

He couldn't help but pat Kamil on the shoulder and enlightened: "Don't be impulsive. It's unscientific to change your major. We can still shine without changing our major."

Ye Qingluo held Camille in his arms and sat at the dining table, and continued: "You heard it in Lao Bai's car just now. We have the skills to practice, and our powers will be upgraded soon. When we become powerful, we are still afraid of them. Aren’t you going to take us on a mission?”

Camille nodded and said: "Well, yes, at least I can protect myself when I go on a mission and not cause trouble to Brother Chen."

"Your powers are very powerful, don't be modest." Ye Qingluo went to the kitchen and poured two cups of tea, then handed one to Camille, "Let's just wait. After the game is released in a few days, you can learn the skills. .”

"it is good!"

***

Friday night at 8pm.

A virtual game called "Training Hall" was released on Huaguoxing.com.

Among the first batch of people to enter, in addition to ancient martial arts enthusiasts and people who love reading novels, the largest number were Hua Guobingge.

All places received requests from their superiors at the same time. Anyone who is not on a mission must enter the game as soon as possible.

In fact, there is no rush at this time. After all, in addition to hard work in practicing Kung Fu, one's own talent is also very important.

Moreover, those who entered the game practice later may have learned from the experience summarized by those around them, and instead got twice the result with half the effort.

but.

Now that they know the existence of the technique, everyone wants to practice it as soon as possible, right?

Ye Qingluo and the others were also lying on the bed in advance with their game helmets on, waiting for the game to start.

Entering the game "Training Hall", the first thing that appears is a high-altitude bird's-eye view, as if you feel like you are gliding downward from the sky, and occasionally large birds fly in the sky.

Because the realism is increased to 95%, the senses are extremely strong, and the airflow generated when sliding down almost cuts the cheek.

But no one minded these, they all just enjoyed the feeling of flying.

Looking down, the trees among the mountains were lush and lush. When he felt that he was about to hit the trees, his body suddenly stopped in mid-air.

At this time, Ye Qingluo could finally see that his body in the game was the same as in reality, except that he wore a blue-gray bunt in the game.

"Is the person here Ye Qingluo?"

Ye Qingluo looked up and saw a cultivator standing on a branch five or six meters away from him.

The man was wearing a dark green robe with wide sleeves, and his long black hair was tied back in a bun with a wooden hairpin. He had a young face and looked to be in his mid-twenties.

But since this is the world of cultivation, you can't tell a person's age just by looking at their appearance.

"Yes." Ye Qingluo nodded.

The young cultivator smiled slightly and walked over from the branch.

Yes, stepping on the void feels like walking on flat ground.

Ye Qingluo looked down and saw that he was also standing in mid-air, so he no longer felt surprised.

"Junior brother, come with me. Master is waiting for you in the training hall."

"Okay!" Ye Qingluo followed the young cultivator and asked as he walked: "Brother, what is your name?"

"My Taoist name is Fengyuan, and I am your third senior brother. If you have any questions about your future cultivation, you can ask me."

"Okay, thank you, senior brother."

Fengyuan and Ye Qingluo flew quickly through the mountain forest. About a minute later, Ye Qingluo saw a corner of a building vaguely exposed in front of him.

The further forward you go, the clearer you see.

Ye Qingluo didn't see the complete appearance of the building until he came out of the forest.

——It is a magnificent hall.

Even though they were thousands of meters apart, the words on the plaque in the main hall were clearly visible: Training Hall.

Naming such a hall "Cultivation Hall" makes people think a lot, how big must the real hall be?

Fengyuan continued to lead Ye Qingluo forward, but at a much slower speed.

Fengyuan looked at Ye Qingluo and smiled and said: "Although the training hall is ordinary, there is something wonderful inside. It is divided into three floors and eighteen rooms. Each floor has six rooms, and you have to go through them one by one."

"Do you mean you have advanced through cultivation?"

"Junior brother is smart and will surely reach the second level soon."

"..."

Senior brother, you think highly of me!

When Ye Qingluo was thinking about what to say, a voice came from the right: "Luoluo! This way!"

The voice sounded familiar!

Ye Qingluo turned around and looked. . .