The next day, Lei Wujie was awakened by the sound of a flute. The sound was somewhat ethereal, with a hint of indescribable desolation. Following the sound of the flute, his mind seemed to fly back to the world-famous palace in a dream.

Leijiabao. Among the huge courtyards, there is only one small dilapidated house. Standing under it is a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe. He is very thin and has pale skin. He is sitting in the courtyard and reading an ancient book.

As if he suddenly noticed someone standing in front of him, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, with anger in his expression: "What are you doing back here!" Lei Wujie suddenly woke up.

He stood up, rubbed his head vigorously, looked up, and found that Xiao Se was still sitting on the eaves, but he was not playing the flute. He just picked a leaf from somewhere, put it to his mouth and played the tune.

When Xiao Se saw that Lei Wujie had woken up, he waved his hand lightly and the leaf blew away with the wind. He jumped up and fell from the roof.

"Are you awake?" Xiao Se asked quietly.

"What about the boss?" Lei Wujie looked around, but didn't see the man with the mustache.

"The boss is out of town. He said that his Meng Po soup still lacks some wine, and he is going to look for it in the fairy mountains overseas." The waiter came to the backyard and told them with a smile.

"That boss..." Lei Wujie frowned, "Who is he?"

Xiao Se patted his shoulder: "I helped you open three fire techniques in a row. You are always an expert and a good person. Why do you think so much?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "That's right. Let's go to the Dentian Pavilion."

Xiao Se rolled his eyes at him: "Can't you have breakfast first before going?"

"Yes, yes." Lei Wujie realized that he was empty and nodded hurriedly. The two of them said goodbye to the waiter, walked out of Donggui Winery, and sat down at a steamy bun shop on the roadside. Desolate

I ordered two drawers of steamed buns and two bowls of soy milk, and said calmly: "After today, we will go our separate ways. I'll treat you to the last breakfast."

"Brother Xiao, what you said is a bit melancholy." Lei Wujie took a sip of soy milk and felt a warm current pouring into his stomach, which was indescribably comfortable.

"I'm not melancholy." Xiao Se put down the bowl and looked at the Dengtian Pavilion from a distance, "I just feel that it is such a long journey back, and this trip is only for five hundred taels of silver..."

Lei Wujie's expression froze on his face, as if he guessed what Xiao Se wanted to say next.

"I have gone through so many injustices along the way, and I almost lost my life. With interest on my capital, I will give you 800 yuan..."

"When I'm full, I'll go to the Dengtian Pavilion!" Lei Wujie swallowed a bun in one gulp, picked up the package and walked to the Dengtian Pavilion.

Xiao Se smiled, took a sip of soy milk, and said no more.

The waiter next to him put a towel on his shoulders, looked at the brave young man in red walking toward the Dengtian Pavilion, and shook his head: "Another guy who doesn't know how high the sky is."

"Oh?" Xiao Se glanced at him.

"No amount of veterans who have worked hard for decades can break into this Dengtian Pavilion, let alone a young boy like him?" The waiter's tone revealed disdain.

Xiao Se took out a broken piece of silver and said, "How about we make a bet?"

"Bet?" The waiter looked confused.

"Bet on how many floors that guy can go to." Xiao Se pointed at Lei Wujie's back.

"Okay, how do you bet?" The waiter became interested.

"I bet he," Xiao Se looked at the waiter seriously, "can go up to the sixteenth floor."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then laughed, thinking that the guest officer was really ruined by the heat, so he just gave him a piece of broken silver for nothing.

At this time, a man dressed as a book boy was leading a tired old horse, on which sat a handsome scholar in white, carrying a book box and walking slowly towards Dengtian Pavilion.

"Uncle Junior, the man in red clothes in front seems to be going to break into the pavilion." The book boy said with some reproach in his tone, "I told you to sleep in in the morning and let others take the lead."

The scholar smiled sarcastically: "Maybe that guy was shot down in one go?"

"Uncle Master, don't you know the art of looking at Qi because you have mastered the master's true inheritance? Take a look at how high this young man's Qi can be." The book boy shook his head at Lei Wujie's figure.

The scholar waved his hand lightly and hit the scholar on the head in a volley: "I told you to call me Young Master, don't call me Young Master."

The book boy covered his head as if he had been really hit: "I will definitely tell Master when I get back!"

The scholar ignored him, raised his head and looked at Lei Wujie with a smile: "This young man, I think he can get through..." The scholar suddenly stopped talking, with a bit of surprise in his expression.

"What's wrong?" The book boy turned to look at him.

After a long time, the scholar sighed softly: "Fei Xuan, it seems that I did wake up late today."

In the steaming bun shop on the side, Xiao Se frowned slightly, tapped the table gently, and said thoughtfully: "Qingcheng Mountain?"

Lei Wujie finally walked to the downstairs of Dengtian Pavilion. In the middle was a gate leading through the pavilion. Several richly dressed young men from aristocratic families were walking in leisurely. Next to it was a small door, inside which was the upper door.

On the road to the pavilion. A yawning young man was sitting on the steps of the small door, biting a big bun one bite at a time, muttering in his mouth: "Today is really unlucky. It's my turn to guard this shabby pavilion, and it happened to be..."

On this floor, we have to beat countless idiots who overestimate their capabilities." He heard the footsteps in front of him, raised his head, and glanced at Lei Wujie: "Boy, do you want to break into the pavilion?"

Lei Wujie nodded.

The young man snorted disdainfully: "Wait until I finish eating this bun."

Lei Wujie was not in a hurry, smiled, walked up and sat down next to the young man.

The young man has a better impression of Lei Wujie. He often encounters those warriors who come up and shout as if they want to fight in the ring. They have no leisure and elegance to wait for him. They pick up their fists and are about to fight. Lei Wujie is so cool and unrestrained.

Comfortable and somewhat aristocratic.

"Oh, I've only been here for three months at the gate of Xueyue City, and it's already my sixth time to guard this shabby pavilion. Today it's still the first floor. I'm going to suffer a lot." The young man took a bite.

Baozi, sigh.

Lei Wujie raised his eyebrows: "Do the guards take turns?"

"That's right." The young man glared at Lei Wujie, "You don't even know this, and you still come to break into the pavilion. The first five floors are all disciples who have just started for less than a year, and the sixth to tenth floors are all disciples who have been started for more than a year.

Disciples, the eleventh to fourteenth floors are all disciples who have been in the industry for more than three years. The fifteenth floor is the elder who guards the pavilion. The sixteenth floor? It is said that there are dozens of people in Xueyue City who are more powerful than the elders who guard the pavilion. No one.

We know who will be next. After all, there has only been one appearance in the past few years since we reached the sixteenth floor, and at that time the three city lords were personally present."

"How can a disciple who has been here for less than a year be able to defend this pavilion?" Lei Wujie asked.

"That's natural. What kind of place is Xueyue City? I've only been here for three months, so what? Those martial artists who claim to have practiced in the martial arts for more than ten or twenty years are simply not enough for me. I'm not bragging, little brother.

, If you are not born in a martial arts family and have that golden name, don't come to Dengtian Pavilion to find trouble. Not to mention worshiping the elders on the tenth floor, I have never seen anyone who can get through these five floors! "Young man!

Finally, he was almost finished eating the buns. He glanced at Lei Wujie, feeling a little regretful, "You have the face of a young master from an aristocratic family, but you don't have the life of a young master from that family. Otherwise, listen to my little brother's advice and leave directly.

Bar."

"I walked thousands of miles to get here, and I can't bear to leave like this." Lei Wujie shook his head.

The young man said "tsk": "You are a perseverant person. What is your name? Although you may get beaten by me in a while, but after all we have met, and I will protect you when you travel in the world."

"Lei Wujie."

"Oh, Lei Wu..." The young man finally didn't take the last bite of the bun, and his eyes widened, "Which Lei?"

Lei Wujie stood up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled heartily: "That's the Lei you can think of."

Oh my god, he is really a disciple of a noble family, and he is one of the most difficult to offend. But shouldn’t this Leimen disciple take the Sunshine Avenue next to him? Why come to Dengtian Pavilion to fight against him?

The young man stood up in panic: "I am Xie Yanshu, from the Xie family in Lingnan."

Lei Wujie nodded and smiled at him: "Have you finished eating the buns?"

Xie Yanshu swallowed the last mouthful and nodded: "Yes!"

"Then I'm going to break into the pavilion." Lei Wujie took a step forward.

Xie Yanshu thought that losing face would be better than losing others. So what if you are a descendant of Leimen? After all, I have been practicing swordsmanship for three months in Xueyue City. I am really afraid of you, so he took a step forward aggressively:

"If you want to break into the pavilion, start with me..."

Lei Wujie didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and punched out, knocking him away.

"Step over..." Xie Yanshu struggled in the air to finish his lines, and then fell heavily to the ground. A red figure stepped over him without any hesitation.

Lei Wujie began to ascend the throne.

As soon as you boarded, you went straight to the tenth floor!

In the inner city of Xueyue City, a young disciple was running towards Xuehai Pavilion with sweat dripping from his back, shouting loudly: "It's not good, it's not good!"

"What's wrong?" A man who was a few years older walked out of the pavilion and frowned slightly. Other disciples who heard the voice also came out one after another.

"Someone...someone broke into the pavilion." The young disciple said breathlessly.

After hearing this, everyone cursed: "Nonsense, people break into Dentian Pavilion every day, what's the surprise?"

"But this guy... climbed to the tenth floor in no time!"

Everyone was in an uproar: "Tenth floor? The one guarding the tenth floor today is Senior Brother Han! Could it be another martial arts senior who is here to provoke? Even Senior Brother Han can defeat him?"

"No, he's not a senior. He claims to be only seventeen years old!"

"What? Seventeen years old?" Everyone looked at each other and were about to ask more questions, but suddenly they all fell silent. The disciple who came to report the news was about to wonder when he turned around and immediately lowered his head: "Senior Brother..."

Tang Lian, who was dressed in black, did not scold him, but just asked: "What are the characteristics of the person you are talking about?"

"Reporting to Senior Brother, he was wearing red clothes, holding a long package, and claimed to be... claiming to be from Leijiabao." The young disciple reported truthfully.

"Sure enough, it's him." Tang Lian's heart moved, and she flashed in the direction of Dengtian Pavilion.

"Eldest Brother... are you going to personally guard the pavilion?"

"Senior Brother, which floor should I guard?"

"There is only a slight difference between the skills of the elder brother and the elder who guards the pavilion. If the elder brother goes..."
Chapter completed!