"According to the regulations on recruiting new disciples by the Dagan Royal Academy, strict tests are required, and there are martial arts above the ground level and above the war martial arts level to be selected. You are outstanding disciples recommended by each secondary college, so you will be exempted from the test."

An old man in a gorgeous dress walked out of the Royal Academy slowly and looked at everyone with majestic eyes.

"Since you have become disciples of the Dagan Royal Academy, you must abide by the rules of the academy."

He pointed to the stone tablet next to the gate, "The rules of the courtyard are engraved on it. Now, please take a look."

Just now, everyone was getting to know each other and didn’t pay much attention to it. Now, I noticed this half-meter-high ancient stone tablet. After countless years of wind and rain, it was a little bumpy. I saw that there was only a line of big words on it: abide by the laws of the Dagan Empire, and the laws are the rules of the court!

"The laws are the rules of the court?"

A disciple asked, "But we don't know what the laws of the Dagan Empire are."

The old man glanced at him indifferently, "Good question, the laws of the Dagan Empire are quite complicated, with forty volumes. When you have time, you can go to the library to take a look and learn about it."

After explaining these rules clearly, the old man then took everyone to the Royal Academy.

Everyone looked around and looked at the Royal Academy curiously. The same was true for Long Qingchen. The Royal Academy was like a garden of a palace, with palaces, majestic and magnificent, pavilions and towers, scattered and arranged, with water pavilions and rockery, and the scenery was elegant.

The old man first brought everyone to a small hall to register, name, age, martial arts, cultivation, family background, origin, etc.

Of course, Long Qingchen would not register the identity of the Dragon Clan. His name is Long Qingchen, his age is sixteen, his martial arts vein is the third level of the third level, his cultivation is the eighth level of the Martial Martial Realm, and his family background is hunting for a living...

Seeing Long Qingchen's registration, the old man's mouth twitched and he was a little dissatisfied. "In order to avoid trouble, the practitioners hide their identities and act in a low-key manner, the academy can understand, but it should not be too outrageous. The third-level martial arts of the yellow grade are difficult to even the junior college, let alone the Royal Academy!"

Everyone also looked at Long Qingchen with strange eyes.

Long Qingchen had to change his martial arts to the third level of the earth level. He found that it was not only him, but other disciples, and they did not have a real identity at all.

Nangong Wan'er did not write about the Saint of the Black Eagle Sect, but wrote about the daughter of the landlord...

Jiang Xiner wrote that the daughter of a merchant opened a small teahouse at home... When she was training in Taicang Mountain, she followed her with dozens of guards and Taoist guards secretly. How could she open a small teahouse at home?

After registration, the old man took everyone to an underground warehouse to collect clothes, identity cards, maps and other items.

As for the cultivation money, that is, the "tuition fee", it was not collected at all. Obviously, the Dagan Empire was rich and powerful.

Then, the old man divided the martial arts lecture hall and residence for everyone.

It is worth mentioning that Long Qingchen was in the No. 3 martial arts lecture hall, and the same martial arts lecture hall as him were Jiang Xiner, Hua Yuyan, Mu Qingxue and other "acquaintances".

Many young handsome men are envious. The third martial arts lecture hall is full of beauties, and more than half are beautiful disciples.

Nangong Wan'er was assigned to the Fourth Martial Arts Hall, and the same martial arts hall as her were also acquaintances such as Yuwen Ruiqi, Zhao Yi, Xiao Yao.

The ten disciples recommended by Lingwu Academy are all concentrated in the Third and Fourth Martial Arts Halls.

"You can practice according to the arrangements of the Royal Academy."

The old man said at last, and left in a hurry, as if he was very busy.

The Royal Academy is very large and has no map and may get lost. Everyone looks at the map, finds the cafeteria, and has a meal together.

It is worthy of being the Royal Academy. The food is not to be chosen, and it is exquisite and delicious, almost the same as the restaurant.

Of course, eating full is a very "luxury" thing for Long Qingchen, and it is unlikely that he is just a tooth-beating sacrifice. He takes a body-nourishing pill while people are not paying attention to it and take care of the dragon's body.

After dinner, everyone took out the map again and found the location of the martial arts lecture hall. Because they were about to start listening in the afternoon.

Fifty people including Long Qingchen, Jiang Xiner, Hua Yuyan, Mu Qingxue and others came to the Third Martial Arts Hall.

After waiting for about half an hour, an old man with a cane walked in tremblingly and climbed onto the dojo with difficulty. He didn't say anything and started talking directly.

"The elementary school teaches how to become a cultivator and some basic common sense of cultivation;"

"The secondary college teaches spiritual power purity, martial arts attributes, etc.;"

"What colleges teach about perception, state of mind, etc.."...

In this old man, he could not sense any fluctuations of spiritual power, but his disciples became more respectful, because if his cultivation level was much higher than them, this would happen!

"No need to guess, I have no cultivation, I am just an ordinary person."

As if he saw the disciples' doubts, the old man said with a faint smile.

The disciples almost bleed. An ordinary person is the mentor. Is there no one in the Daqian Empire?

The old man explained, "Decades ago, my cultivation reached the peak of the Zhenwu Realm, and was only one step away from the Sanxian. Unfortunately, I failed to overcome the tribulation and my cultivation was completely ruined. I could only be a mentor in the Royal Academy and make a living. I hope everyone can give me some face and not sabotage it."

After hearing what he said, the disciples suddenly realized that the older generation of powerful men who were close to the Sanxian Realm had lost their cultivation level and had their cultivation experience. It was more than enough to serve as a mentor!

Mu Qingxue stood up and bowed, "Old Master Shangshu, you are so serious. You can listen to your personal preaching. We are too happy, so how can we break up?"

The old man smiled and said, "Girl Qingxue has a sweet mouth when she was a child. She is also very good at talking and likable when she grows up. In the future, I don't know which silly boy is lucky to marry you."

Mu Qingxue's face turned slightly red and she sat down gently.

"Shangshu? Is this an official position in the Daqian Empire?"

"Mu Qingxue is also a member of the Daqian Empire?"...

The disciples looked at her in surprise.

The old man waved his hand slightly, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's continue."

An older man who was close to the immortals preached himself. The disciples listened carefully, and the same was true for Long Qingchen. When he heard something he didn't understand, he would take notes, go to the library to check the classics, or, after he went back, ask the Taoist Qiling, who was like a good student.

It was almost dusk that we stopped preaching.

Mu Qingxue jogged over and handed the crutch to the old man, intending to help the old man out of the martial arts hall.

The old man smiled faintly, "No, my old bones are pretty tough and can walk on the road."

Mu Qingxue had no choice but to let go and watch the old man leave.

"Qingxue, in our Daqian Empire, there are three secondary colleges. You insist on going to a place so far away from Yinyue College. After three years, you finally came back. It's so hard for me to wait."

A handsome young man wearing a golden hair tied in a Royal Academy clothes walked towards Mu Qingxue with a charming smile on his face.

Many female disciples looked at Mu Qingxue enviously, as if they wanted to take it.

Which girl doesn't like flowers from others?

Which girl doesn't like romance?

However, Mu Qingxue was an exception. A hint of disgust appeared on her pretty face. She suddenly held the arm of a male disciple and said to the handsome young man, "Yan Shi, sorry, I already have something to do with me. I hope you don't disturb me in the future."

Long Qingchen was a little confused. He was about to leave the door next to him, but Mu Qingxue held his arm and couldn't help but look at Mu Qingxue. He saw a trace of brightness flashing in her beautiful eyes. It's certain that she must have done it on purpose!

The first dragon in the ages
Chapter completed!