The Portal of Wonderland

Chapter 72

The sun is setting.

Shi Mu walked back briskly with nearly 10000 liang of reward.

He got nearly ten thousand liang of silver for such a task of forging iron, which made him quite satisfied. He just didn't know whether he could have a chance to meet such a task in the future.

He turned a corner from the foot of a mountain, and a large building with pointed grey tiles appeared in front of him.

There are many buildings in the valley. When he went to the blacksmith's shop, he didn't pay much attention. At the moment, he glanced down and found a huge plaque hanging in front of the gray building, on which were written three big words "Lingfa hall".

In front of the gray building, there were more than a dozen people who looked curiously at the hall, but no one stepped into the hall.

Shi Mu was curious and stopped.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly burst out of the main hall. In front of the people around the gate of the main hall, a burst of flying sand and stones pushed the people back.

With a "Hoo", a dark shadow flashed, wrapped in the strong wind, fell outside the main hall, and made a heavy dull sound.

Shimu station is far away from the gate and has not been affected by the storm.

But with a flash of his eyes, he saw that the shadow was a young man with a dark complexion and looked about the same size as his age. However, his whole body was tightly bound by various green vines and wrapped into a zongzi, revealing only one head and two legs.

This time, he flew out of the hall door. It was obvious that the black boy was badly thrown. He bared his teeth on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

"Brother Yue!"

Two people rushed out of the crowd immediately. They should be familiar with the black boy, but they looked into the door with some fear and didn't dare to reach out to help the young man on the ground.

"If you dare to test this talent, you will waste my time in vain!" A slightly old voice came out of the door, and the tone was very impatient.

The black boy on the ground struggled a few times. With the help of two companions, he finally broke free from the vine. His face turned red and looked into the door.

"It's impossible. When I was in the family, Mingming asked someone to test it. I clearly have the talent of warlock, and I have begun to learn basic skills." The young man's face was green and red, and he argued reluctantly.

"Hum! Don't mix the external identification of warlock apprentices with our school! Who doesn't know that the resources required for the cultivation of warlocks are almost ten times more than those of the same level. Do you think our school will spend a lot of resources to cultivate warlocks with only one degree of element sensitivity? If you want to become a officially registered warlock apprentice in this school, you must be able to make the induction crystal shine more than three degrees. " The sound inside the door became more impatient.

The black boy heard this, his face was green and red, and finally left with two companions.

"There are still people out there who want to test the Warlock's talent. I'll figure it out for myself. If someone comes in indiscriminately, it won't be as simple as throwing it out. Hum, do you have a lot of time as an old man? " The voice in the hall came out coldly again, and then fell silent.

Hearing this, the onlookers outside the temple looked at each other and whispered.

Shi Mu listened to the people's comments. After a while, he finally understood that the spirit Dharma hall here was the place where the black devil gate was used to test the talent of entry-level disciples and warlocks.

However, it is not free testing here. Each person has to charge 3000 liang of silver.

Moreover, the person in charge of this place is obviously eccentric. If the talent of the test person is not enough, he will probably be humiliated if he pays the money for nothing.

The people outside the hall talked for a while. Although some people were eager to try, they suddenly lost their courage when they remembered what had happened to the young man with black skin. No one dared to step into the hall door again.

Shi Mu's eyes flickered. He recalled the generous tasks that various warlocks could receive in Guangyuan hall, touched the thick silver ticket in his sleeve, and stepped into the hall door.

When people outside the hall saw Shi Mu go in, they all looked surprised and whispered about Shi Mu's identity.

Regardless of the situation outside, Shi Mu walked slowly towards the hall.

Behind the door is a broad corridor several feet long. After passing, it is a solemn and solemn hall.

The hall is quite wide, but there are not many furnishings. A large mahogany table is placed near the left side. An old man in gray robes is sitting lazily behind the table, holding a yellowing book in his hand and reading it with relish.

On the right side of the hall is a round stone platform about feet above the ground, about the size of Zhang Xu, which is painted with curved runes.

Around the stone platform, there are thick and thin crystal columns at the mouth of the bowl, which are colorful, each of which is different, and the surface of these crystal columns is engraved with lattice stripes, which are divided into nine grids from bottom to top, which looks very mysterious.

After Shi Mu saw the stone platform and crystal column on the ground, his face suddenly showed an surprised look.

Behind the mahogany table, the old man heard footsteps and raised his head.

The old man was thin and small, with gray hair, triangular eyes, pointed cheeks and a mean look.