The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The next day, all departments began to formally start classes, and the art department was no exception.

Early in the morning, Wu Yue called out again in the courtyard: "Student Feili, Dongfang, Hanyue, get up quickly! It's time to go to class!"

The sound spread to the green hills behind, bounced back, and passed through a long echo.

Before the echoes dissipated, the doors of the three upstairs rooms opened at the same time.

Jing Hao habitually looked to the west, and just as Qiongying was going out, the boy was still following behind her.

He felt a little uncomfortable. Yesterday, Hanyue went back to her room after she came back, and she didn't come out. Because of what happened yesterday, she was probably very angry.

Feng Feili also looked to the west, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then she laughed lightly, she must know that he was the one who played the flute last night, but she not only didn't mention a word, she didn't even give him a look.

"Three students, come down quickly. This semester's courses are mainly focused on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I want to train you to be a peerless young lady with artistic accomplishment. Today is the first class of our art department. Temperament class, please Classmates, follow me, the classroom is a little far away, everyone walk two steps faster..."

Under Wu Yue's chatter, several people left the gate of Jinlan Garden.

Along the way, you can see many classes training in the square, with instructors guiding them from the side.

Passing through one courtyard after another, you can see that the students are in class, most of them are explaining the skills of cultivation, and they are always inseparable from the cultivation of illusion.

After walking for almost half an hour, my ears were being poisoned by Wu Yue's noise, and finally came to a quiet courtyard.

The courtyard is a bit dilapidated, and there is not even a guard. It can be seen that this classroom has been abandoned for a long time.

There is a pavilion in it, five stories high, the bottom floor is vacant, and there are door plaques on the upper four floors, which are piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Wu Yue took out the key and opened the door of the pavilion: "Three students, come in quickly, don't underestimate this pavilion, there are many treasures in it."

"It's pitch black, why are there no windows?" Jing Hao looked around, it was dark and empty, there was not even a chair, and there was only a staircase going upstairs at the end.

"There are no windows on the first floor, only on the second floor. I heard that this pavilion has been built for hundreds of years, and it has been drifting in the wind and rain. Today, it finally welcomes its owner. Come upstairs with me." Wu said. Yue beckoned to the three of them and urged them.

Stepping on the wooden stairs, there was a sound of trampling, which showed that the wood was still very strong, and there was no sign of looseness.

"The load-bearing pillars of the pavilion are made of golden nanmu. The main hall of Lance College is also made of this rare wood, which is not seen in ordinary classroom halls." Wu Yue introduced as he walked.

From the structure and ancient decoration of the pavilion, even though it has been dusty for a long time, it can still be seen that this pavilion once had a special status.

"I think this pavilion is very mysterious and a bit scary." Jing Hao cautiously walked behind Wu Yue.

From time to time, Jing Hao turned his head to look at the shadow behind him, and saw her walking with Feng Feili. Although she and Feng Feili had never said a word or even made eye contact, he had a faint feeling that they were in love with each other. There is a kind of tacit understanding between them, which he and Hanyue have never had before.

Jing Hao turned his head and walked silently with his head down. He really missed when he was talking to classmate Hanyue on the bridge that night.