Star Trace Gate

Moon Pavilion.

Lin Xiang was already used to the unruly dean. He was silent for a long time and then said softly, "The star gates in the migration area don't feel normal to me."

"Why do you say that?" asked the dean.

"During this opening ceremony, a large number of alien races also entered the Star Gate of the Migration Area." Lin Xiang looked at him: "Those above the fourth level have already been defeated. The day before yesterday, the one who defrauded the Chamber of Commerce also entered the Star Gate."

The dean's expression gradually became solemn: "Since Fan Ming came in, there has been no news."

"Ren Ye has a connection with the demon monk. For the players, this is a dangerous opportunity." Lin Xiang sighed, "The previous tasks are just preparations. This migration site is the real touchstone. Let's take him out for a walk to see if he is a mule or a horse."

"Ah."

The dean considered it again and again, and gave a relatively objective evaluation: "I still have confidence in the leader of the empire. This kid has been to the border and prison. He is upright but not pedantic, smooth but not mean. His motive for saving this time is that the other party had helped him in Qingliang Mansion. This reason satisfies me very much."

Lin Xiang nodded slightly, expressing his approval: "He is also quite good at talking."

"how do I say this?"

"Even you were fooled into joining the empire. He has something." Lin Xiang said sarcastically, turned around and walked up to the attic: "I am observing the migration area. If the high position is unstable, you will enter."

The dean stretched lazily: "Kill, kill a bright sunny day."

……

For two consecutive days, Ren was observing the visualization diagram of "Ba Tian Sword Technique" and feeling the meaning of the sword moves. At the same time, he also took out half a day to practice the "Holy Eye" book.

I won’t talk about sword techniques, because intention is something rather mysterious. Some people may not be able to grasp the mystery even after studying it for ten years; while some people can grasp the essence of it once they get the idea.

This requires more observation and thinking, and cannot be achieved in the short term.

The dean commented that Ren Ye should only practice the first move of the Tyrant Sword Technique, which was to press the sword against both banks of the Yellow River. He could learn the second move only when he felt that the artistic conception was clear and that the star source fluctuations were restrained when the sword was swung, hurting the enemy invisibly.

The Tyrant Sword Technique is in line with Ren Ye's path. He is also quite talented in this area. After practicing for two days, he feels that he has gotten started. To make further progress, it depends on opportunity and comprehension ability.

The most interesting thing is the book "Holy Eyes". This is the introductory stage of the magical ability, which can make the eyes sharper and more perceptive, and the ability to capture is stronger. With further improvement, you will be able to capture details in fast-moving scenes.

Ren Ye practiced intensively for two days, almost blinding his eyes, but he only successfully activated the "Holy Eye" once, and the time was extremely short, only about one or two seconds.

He saw Lian'er walking towards him very slowly, her dress fluttering, revealing her red bellyband and fair skin.

With just one glance, he discovered that this Holy Eye was not some serious supernatural being, and should be more suitable for perverts who like to voyeur.

Then, Lian'er discovered that the prince had been staring at her these past two days, whether he had something to do or not, with a silly look on his face, which made her feel very embarrassed.

……

It’s noon this day.

Ren also returned to the Annual Ring Bar at the agreed time.

Sure enough, he saw Old Man Yang wearing ordinary casual clothes and had been sitting on the sofa waiting for him for a while.

When the two met, Old Man Yang immediately stood up and said politely, "Little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Uncle Yang, we are old friends, you are welcome."

Ren also waved his hand to greet the other party: "Sit down, would you like something to drink?"

"White water."

"it is good!"

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Ren pushed the cup over, looking at Old Man Yang with lustful eyes.

Old man Yang felt a little embarrassed and restrained by being looked at.

The more Ren looked at it, the more he liked it. He felt that it would be a shame if a craftsman like Old Yangtou didn't come to Qingliang Mansion to swing a sledgehammer and do infrastructure construction.

"Uncle. I have a suggestion, but I don't know whether I should say it or not." Ren Ye smiled and tried.

"What proposal?"

"It's like this, I have a star gate...!" Ren Ye briefly described the environment of Qingliang Mansion, and then invited him: "If you want to do something safely and earn some star resources by the way, we can actually cooperate. I promise that it will not affect your normal life."

Old Man Yang sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and after thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Little brother, I don't want to enter the Star Gate again for the time being. I'm old, and I want to take a rest."

For Old Man Yang, he had to do his job. The more he was involved with the Star Gate players, the harder it would be for him to stay out of many things, so he declined.

Ren also heard this, but did not refute it.

"One day, after we left Giant City, I hadn't even reached home yet, but I was just looking at the lights on downstairs at home, and I felt very at ease." Old Man Yang pointed to his heart: "At my age, if I have a choice, a wife, children and a warm bed are good enough."

"alright."

Ren also felt that this matter could not be rushed, and it all depended on Old Yang's wishes: "Well, I'll call a colleague from the Accounts Department for you, and we'll make the deal official."

"well."

The reason why Old Man Yang came here this time was to exchange all the rewards he received into cash.

About an hour later.

Old man Yang handed over all the 70,000 to 80,000 star sources he had obtained from the star gate in the temple area, as well as the various props he bought with 350,000 chips, to the staff of the Ministry of Households.

When the staff member saw these things, he asked in confusion: "Uncle, I have to confirm with you. Do you want to exchange these things for cash?"

"Yes." Old man Yang nodded.

"I remind you again. For players, star sources and props are more valuable." The staff said kindly.

After listening quietly, Old Man Yang smiled and said, "For ordinary people, money is the most important thing. We have to live."

The staff member looked at Ren Ye and saw that the latter nodded at him.

A player exchanged all his savings for cash. This would only happen once in eight hundred years, so the staff gave him some advice.

But seeing that Old Yang insisted, he didn't say anything more, just smiled and said: "The amount of cash you exchanged... is enough to live a good life."

After that, he immediately pulled out a list and handed it to Old Man Yang: "The following is the final quotation. For the star sources and props you provided, we will give you the market standard price. Don't worry, it won't be less."

Old Yang took a look at the numbers on the list and asked in astonishment, "So many?"

"Of course." The staff member nodded with a smile: "Almost, eight digits."

For ordinary people, magical props are equivalent to legendary magic weapons, and star sources are also the most scarce resources for players. If the two are exchanged for real currency, the ratio will naturally be very high.

"Enough, enough, that's good enough." Old Yang looked at the list and felt as if he was dreaming. He had never seen so much money in his entire life, not even in terms of numbers.

Happiness came too suddenly, which was far beyond his expectations.

This is enough for his two sons to buy houses and get married, and the remaining balance is also enough for him and his wife to live on in their old age.

An hour and a half later.

Ren Ye escorted Old Yang out of the Annual Ring Bar. He said softly, "Actually, you should save some Star Source for future use. This thing is more valuable than money."

"I kept some, tens of thousands, all of which I saved before." Old Man Yang replied.

"That's good." Ren Ye looked at him and stretched out his palm: "If you are willing to live a good life, I won't bother you anymore. If you change your mind one day, just contact me."

"Okay." Old man Yang stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Ren Ye. He stretched out his left hand, tightly holding the bank card containing a huge amount of deposits, and smiled and said, "Thank you, little brother."

"You're welcome."

"Then I'll leave first."

"it is good!"

"...!"

After he finished speaking, Old Yang turned and walked across the street. His family was waiting in the noodle shop.

Ren Ye looked at his back and suddenly grinned.

At this moment, he felt that every organ in Old Yang's body was happy and satisfied.

For Wang Dong, the ultimate victory, getting the hidden reward, and winning all the chips would be considered a reversal of fate.

For Lao Liu, successfully taking revenge and inheriting the profession is truly changing his destiny.

But for Old Man Yang, he walked to the 4-in-2, lay on the edge of the well, looked at the vastness of the world, and then left decisively. That was enough.

From then on, he no longer had to worry about buying a house for his son, and his life was no longer difficult. For him, this was a true change of fate.

Ren also looked at him, feeling a little envious, and watched them leave the street.

After a while, he returned to the Annual Ring Bar and saw Lao Huang coming out to greet him.

"I was looking for you."

"What's wrong?" Ren Ye asked.

"Tang Feng's parents are back." Old Huang said, "We can go to his house now."

"Okay, hurry up and get ready, we'll do it together." Ren nodded.

In the afternoon, a special car picked up the two of them and they headed to Tang Feng's home together.

……

at the same time.

The Bell Society’s headquarters is at the Black Cage Castle Star Gate.

Wang Tu Dou, wearing clothes that were too simple and even looked a little dirty, walked into the landlord's cottage in Genting.

"That star gate will open soon." The landlord asked while drinking tea, "Someone from the Spiritual Association... wants to team up with you."

"Team up with me?" Wang Tudou was stunned for a moment, then he walked to a chair and sat down, smiling and asked, "They are not afraid, because I am the only one who came back in the end."

The landlord deliberately sneered and said, "They are all a group of geniuses. They invited you because they think highly of you."

"...I'm not interested." Wang Tudou waved his hand.

"You can't fight this star gate alone." The landlord frowned and said, "You need your own team."

"I do." Wang Tu Dou looked at him: "I have a candidate."

"You have?!" The landlord was a little surprised: "How reliable? People you don't know well are full of betrayal and backstabbing."

"Yes, there is a group of people like me...country bumpkins, losers, and wolf dogs." Wang Tudou recalled: "We are the group of people with the worst talents, and we will band together to beat up those so-called shit geniuses."

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