Star Trace Gate

In the utility room.

The old man held a large stack of brand new rice paper, stood in front of Ren Ye, confused, and asked softly, "Your Highness, what do you want these for?"

"I need you to write down an answer for me."

Ren Ye looked at him quietly and asked softly, "How many times have you met the military advisor?"

The old man was stunned for a moment: "Only once, on your wedding day."

"Ah, very good."

Ren nodded slightly: "Now, write down the scene when you met the military advisor that day from beginning to end in great detail. Don't miss any details."

"?!"

The old man was completely unable to understand Ren Ye's behavior and motives, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked like the self-immolating Yang Sanlang, so he knelt on the ground with a thud and cried, "Your Highness, Your Highness! Have you been overworked recently? You must take care of your health. The more than 100,000 people in Qingliang City are looking forward to the peaceful and prosperous world you talked about...!"

Ren also frowned and waved his hands impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop crying, I'm not dead yet. I said, I'm not crazy, I'm just a little abnormal. Go and write it quickly."

"Yes, I obey your command."

"Call the next person." Ren Ye ordered.

"...!"

In this way, time passed by minute by minute. Ren Ye hid in the utility room of the document library and called the people outside in one by one to have a private chat. He also ordered them to take rice paper and write down their answers individually, and did not allow them to communicate with others.

At first, only a dozen people who were randomly pulled in by the old man in the city wrote down their answers one by one. Then, Ren Ye ordered the old man to secretly call in peddlers, gentry officials, and even children in the city, and asked them to write down their answers on paper.

If someone cannot write, the person concerned will dictate and Ren will record it.

The whole morning passed and Ren did not go anywhere. He just stayed in the utility room doing this one thing.

Outside, the Third Prince had already gone to the government office, and was looking for him like crazy. But after the guards separated from Ren Ye, no one knew where he was, and the people who left here were warned, so they naturally didn't dare to say anything...

Therefore, the Third Prince sat in the hall, his eyes red with anger: "Damn it, there are already corpses all over the ground at Juma Pass, and our leader can actually disappear... You Qingliang Mansion is too absurd, too unbelievable, even less reliable than this king!"

"Third Prince, our Highness often says something that can ease anxiety." Erlang replied seriously.

"……what?"

"He always said that we should seize the time and wait patiently."

"Get out, get out!" The third prince pointed decisively to the door.

……

It was almost noon, and the people of all classes who had been called into the case library had all left. Only the old man was sitting on the steps outside the door, enjoying a bowl of mixed-grain rice.

Inside the room, the slightly uneven floor was covered with sheets of white paper with answers written on them. A rough count revealed that there were hundreds of them.

Ren Ye sat cross-legged in the middle of the ground, quickly scanning every piece of paper and every answer, his pupils dilated to the extreme.

He slowly raised his head as if in a daze, looking at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, feeling a sense of unreality.

"... As expected, they all give the same answer."

"Why is this happening?"

Ren Ye kept shaking his head, and suddenly remembered an anecdote he heard in southern Xinjiang. He felt that the current situation was very similar to that anecdote.

In Huang Jushi County, there was a scholar who told the same story to the people and created a completely non-existent person. In the end, he successfully deceived the local rich man, robbed the food, and saved the people.

"Haha, am I that local rich man?"

"Who are you then? What do you want to do?"

"You have helped me through difficult times time and again. What is your ultimate purpose? Do you want to harm me, or do you have other intentions?"

"...!"

Ren Ye sat there in a daze, tapping his leg with his right hand, and said in disbelief: "The most important thing is that Mr. Huang told the story to the people face to face, but you just appeared out of thin air. There was no beginning or end, you suddenly came, and everyone was impressed by you."

"Fenglin, Fenglin, how on earth did you do this?!"

Ren also felt as if there was a flame burning wildly in his head, and the fog in his heart was getting thicker and thicker.

Daqian Han Chan, Guanfeng, together with the Yulin Party, planned the case of the frontier storm; the case of the fat dragon in the southern border who was in a coma; the emperor's Taoist body, and the whereabouts of Concubine Jing, plus the maple forest that suddenly became weird and scary...

All of a sudden, it was like countless threads, all tightly entangled together.

For the first time, Ren Ye felt a sense of despair, unable to see the truth or find the answer.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body trembling, and kept muttering: "Master said that the path to becoming an emperor is cut off by heaven... Then the test given to me by 'heaven' is too heavy!"

"what!!!"

Ren Ye roared, stood up suddenly and said, "No, no ...

“A story that convinces everyone, and is told so vividly.”

"I can't understand it, and Li Yan definitely can't understand it either. Even Emperor Wanwu of Southern Xinjiang may not be able to give me an answer."

“Who can help me?!”

"master,"

"I'm going to find the master."

"...!"

When Ren was about to reach a dead end, a very reliable figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

"brush!"

He raised his arm and waved it, and all the white papers in the room flew up and landed between his eyebrows.

The surrounding ground became clean and tidy again.

"Dangdang!"

He opened the door and stepped into the yard.

The old man held the empty bowl, with oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and asked softly, "Your Highness, do you want to call for help?"

"No need, you stay here to look after this place." Ren Ye stared at him and said word by word, "Remember my words, nothing here can be spread to outsiders. If anyone comes to ask, you can say that after the fire, Yang Sanlang was burned to death in the archives, and some books in the archives were burned, but the area was not too large."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"As for the people who just came, they must also give a detailed account. Don't say they have seen me, and don't say what I asked them to do here." Ren Ye said quickly, "I just happened to see the fire in the document library this morning, and I came here to ask a few questions, and then I haven't appeared since."

"Yes."

The old man nodded.

"Don't come into this room."

Ren Ye threw down a sentence, walked back into the room and closed the door.

"brush!"

In a flash of brilliant light, he disappeared into the room.

……

Soon, in Zhuque City, on the eighth floor of Wangyue Pavilion.

Ren Ye sat quietly on the ground, head down, without saying a word.

"brush!"

A clear light emerged, and a figure in a red robe appeared.

"How is the battle going?" Lin Xiang's voice, which gave people a sense of security, rang out.

Ren also raised his head: "Master, I have encountered... a problem I have never encountered before."

Lin Xiang was rarely stunned for a moment, staring at Ren Ye's cheek with sharp eyes and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"I... I'm a little tired." Ren unconsciously revealed an expression of helplessness, hesitation and confusion.

At this moment, in Lin Xiang's eyes, Ren Ye's face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot, like a walking corpse that had been drained of his energy.

Since the two became master and apprentice, Lin Xiang has never seen Ren Ye like this.

He came back to his senses from his surprise, took a step forward, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, as long as the master is still alive, no one here can hurt you. Relax, relax...!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and slowly brushed across Ren Ye's crown: "If you are tired, take a rest. Qingliang Mansion is your home, and so is this place for your master..."

"brush!"

As Lin Xiang waved his hand, a faint light emerged and poured softly and slowly into Ren Ye's "Heavenly Gate".

Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.

A strange and comfortable feeling made Ren Ye extremely relaxed. He seemed to fall asleep in an instant, his expression peaceful, and the bloodshot in his eyes slowly faded away, completely different from the embarrassment he had just seen.

Lin Xiang looked at him, and actually bent down and sat cross-legged beside Ren Ye, shoulder to shoulder with him.

"brush!"

His red sleeves fluttered as he pointed in front of him, and a bronze incense lamp suddenly appeared.

Lin Xiang raised his right hand, and with a flick of his fingers, a little bit of green powder shot into the lamp.

Soon, the fragrance of grass and trees began to waft from the incense lamps, and in just a moment, it filled the entire Moon-Watching Pavilion.

The lamp was extremely precious, but it was not as valuable as the green powder.

The powder is called - Longevity Powder, it has the effects of calming the mind, helping enlightenment, protecting the soul and prolonging life.

Although it sounds simple, even Li Yan can hardly obtain even a little bit of it, because after the fourth level, especially when entering the fifth level, those with supernatural powers need to have their own way.

However, human thoughts are complicated, and some people may not be able to understand it at a certain moment even if they spend half their lives. However, this longevity powder can instantly make people feel ethereal, peaceful, and enter a very mysterious state of meditation.

Lin Xiang had only used this thing on two people, one was Ren Ye, and the other was his wife Zhao Baicheng.

Half an hour later.

Ren Yecai woke up slowly, feeling extremely relaxed all over, with sharp ears and eyes. He was no longer in the obsession that had plagued him just now, and was in a mad state.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned his head to look at Lin Xiang beside him and said softly: "Master, you...?"

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Xiang asked with a frown.

"Disciple has encountered a difficult problem that he has never encountered before." Ren Ye replied.

Seeing that he was not forcing her to do anything, Lin Xiang said calmly again: "Tell me."

"call!"

Ren also let out a long breath, organized his words in his mind, and narrated softly: "Master, I want to ask you a question."

"......!" Lin Xiang indicated that he was listening.

"Do you have a wife and daughter?" Ren Ye asked.

"No." Lin Xiang shook his head.

"Then is there anyone who can do it? When you wake up, you suddenly find a wife by your side. You recognize her and even remember everything about your marriage to her." Ren Ye said clearly, "That morning, you got up and washed as usual. When you turned your head, you saw her next to you. However, you didn't feel surprised or suspicious. It was as if it was supposed to be like this. You had breakfast with her and talked with her... There was nothing special about it."

When Lin Xiang heard this, a gleam of light appeared in his eyes: "Some people can do it, but it can't last long. If it lasts long, I will notice it."

"Then let me ask you again, if everyone in Suzaku City remembered that you had a wife that morning, would anyone be able to do that?"

"Yes." Lin Xiang nodded: "Then I will be able to detect it in less than a day."

"How to break the impasse?" Ren Ye asked.

Lin Xiang actually stood up on his own initiative and walked around the house.

Suddenly, he stopped and whispered, "There are many ways. The simplest and most effective is to use pen and paper. Words don't lie, or rather, it's very difficult for them to lie."

Ren nodded slightly: "Master, I heard in Southern Xinjiang that the Witch God was once defeated by a non-existent person. Is this possible?"

“Maybe.” Lin Xiang had completely understood what the other party meant and nodded, “But that non-existent person will have to pay an unimaginable price, or even his life. However, it is worth it to make the God of War lose to a non-existent person. I can leave my name in the history.”

"Master, what kind of person can do this?" Ren also asked the last question.

Lin Xiang slowly looked at him, without giving a clear answer, and patiently guided him: "I have read all your star gate reports. You have experienced a battle, and that battle is the answer you want."

Ren was also stunned upon hearing this.

Minister Lin looked at him but did not disturb him.

After a long time, Ren Ye suddenly stood up, clenched his fists excitedly and shouted: "I... I figured it out! I know the answer, it's clear!!"

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There is another chapter around 8:40, and the channel may be later.