Star Trace Gate

On the bluestone ground, Brother Hu walked upside down, calmly passed through the center of a group of watching people, and came in front of Ren Ye and Tan Pang.

The two of them were stunned, their eyes filled with confusion.

Ren Ye was the first to ask: "Did you... run into Song Mingzhe?"

"Brother Hu, where are your feet? Where did you lose them? I'll go pick them up for you." Fat Tan shouted enthusiastically and urgently.

"I didn't run into Song Mingzhe." Brother Hu actually stood upside down and shook his head, urging: "But can you two get out of the way? Make room, I want to flip over."

"Oh."

Ren Ye immediately made way.

"Whoosh!"

Brother Tiger did a nimble front flip and sat cross-legged on the ground, with a solemn and ashamed expression on his face.

"You...what happened to you?" Ren Ye asked anxiously, "Where are your feet?"

Brother Hu sat on the ground, his eyes sharp as he said, "The test of the martial arts academy is to pass the trial bridge. The bridge has three sections, namely the cloud ladder, the inclined wooden stakes, and the wide sand pool. The only inner disciple and I competed in the speed of passing the level. The one who crossed the red line first with both feet won. When crossing the cloud ladder, the ground caught fire and burned my body. The gravity increased dramatically, and I almost lost my grip several times. When crossing the inclined wooden stakes, I couldn't stand below, the yin water was boiling, and there were steel knives above. After two levels, I was almost exhausted, while the inner disciple could keep swallowing pills to replenish his body. When I took a breath on the cylindrical platform, I saw that the sand pool was full of poisonous creatures. I knew in my heart that I couldn't jump over it in one step, and it was almost impossible to win."

Fat Tan was stunned for a moment: "And then?!"

"Then I pulled a steel knife off the top of the slanted wooden stake and cut off my own legs. When the inner sect disciple rushed forward, I was one step ahead of him and threw him across the red line." Brother Hu replied calmly, "He said the rules himself. If your feet cross the red line, you win. There is no need for your body to cross the red line as well."

After listening to this, Ren Ye's scalp went numb: "You are so fucking cruel!"

"If I don't cut off my feet, I will lose." Yin Hu said coldly, "If I lose, I will die."

After a long silence, Fatty Tan said, "Why don't you pick up your foot? The captain can sew it up for you..."

"The severed leg sank into the fleshy mud and was corrupted." Yin Hu looked up at the two of them and said in disbelief, "How could you two pass the level so soundly?!"

"Don't compare yourself to us, our brains are different." Fatty Tan said soothingly, and immediately asked, "What about your broken leg?"

"I'm useless. From now on, it may be up to you two to overcome the difficulties on your own." Yin Hu replied.

Ren Ye was dumbfounded when he heard this: "No, we have to think of a way. Without you, we feel very insecure."

He was really anxious, and even more upset that he had used up all the water of life, otherwise he could have made Brother Tiger healthy in a moment.

Fatty Tan also thought about it: "I have medicine to treat external injuries, but the problem is... you can't recover in such a short time. Forget it, forget it, you should take it first...!"

As he spoke, he reached out to take out the medicine in his consciousness space.

"Ah."

At this moment, Brother Hu suddenly laughed nervously, squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them, and said with satisfaction: "You two poor guys entered such a dangerous secret place without even bringing top-grade medicine. It's obvious that you didn't do well outside...!"

Ren was also stunned.

"I have a fifth-grade pill for rebirth, but it will take some time to refine." Brother Tiger said proudly, "You two, protect me."

"You have a backup plan? Then why are you teasing us?" Ren Ye said speechlessly: "Are you addicted to walking upside down?"

"Let's see how you react and judge whether we can have long-term cooperation." Brother Hu replied calmly, then he restrained his breath and prepared to enter a state of meditation.

He flipped his right palm, and a inferior porcelain bottle emitting a strong fragrance and emitting a dazzling light appeared in his hand.

Ren Ye has now seen the world. He only took one look at the porcelain bottle and knew that the pill in Brother Hu's hand was not something that an ordinary player could possess. Even Brother Ming had never taken out such a dazzling "pill".

Oh my god, Brother Hu is really not from a simple background. This kind of elixir is not something that can be refined by players of the same level in the Yin-Yang and Light systems. It is more like a "gift from the elders."

He was shocked and asked in a flattering manner: "Brother Hu, where are you from?!"

Yin Hu closed his eyes: "Thick soil."

His words were concise and full of force: "Don't ask, it will take me at least half an hour to refine this thing, you two will protect me."

“Thick soil…!”

Ren Ye muttered inwardly, "What kind of place is this?"

As he spoke, Fat Tan used an ordinary magic weapon to create an illusion, causing the three figures to disappear on the bluestone road.

After Brother Hu took the medicine, a brilliant golden light burst out from his whole body.

Ren was also sitting beside him to protect him. The more he looked at him, the more he envied him. He thought that this Tiger brother was full of treasures and had a divine body. If someone could stew him, it would be so delicious...

The tiger was sitting cross-legged there, with a light flickering between his brows. His whole body was faintly emitting the roar of the avenue, and it seemed that he had an extraordinary background.

……

At noon, a little after twelve o'clock.

The three of them walked out of the illusion, and their personal auras had almost recovered.

"It's getting late, let's go and trigger the final chapter." Fat Tan called out.

Yinhu jumped twice on the spot when he heard that, as if he was getting used to his new feet: "We have to hurry up, we don't have much time."

After the words fell, the three of them took a step forward and walked towards the Tianjun Palace according to the guidance of the Star Gate.

As they moved forward, Ren Ye and Tan Pang also asked Brother Hu for clues about the martial arts academy, but the information they got was similar to what they had guessed.

The role of the martial arts academy is to help Song Mingzhe, Lu Wentian, and the upper echelons deal with dirty things. The boss of the two surnamed shops died at the hands of the martial arts academy disciples. In addition, the disciples there also have the role of testing drugs...

Each batch of medicine refined in this alchemy room has slight differences and cannot be exactly the same. In order to ensure that the higher-ups can take it with confidence, Lu Wentian organized his disciples to try the medicine first. After they found that they did not die and had no side effects after taking it, he dared to send it to the higher-ups.

Moreover, they would give some medicines that were not refined to their disciples, under the pretext of improving their combat power, but in fact they were controlling them. As the old saying goes, medicine is three-quarters poisonous, so if you are poisoned, you need an antidote; and if you take the antidote, you will continue to be poisoned... Repeatedly, they will completely control them.

The disciples of the martial arts academy are almost all puppets. They are controlled like puppets until their death.

This also explains why they all seemed like crazy after taking the pill.

Brother Hu passed the test of the Martial Academy and received two elixirs as rewards, as well as the fragments of Song Mingzhe's autobiography from 7-8-9.

……

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

The three of them walked into the main hall together and continued forward.

However, just as they took a step forward, they found that the scenery around them was changing rapidly.

Take a step forward, and spring is in full swing, and everything comes back to life.

Take a few steps, you can hear the summer cicadas chirping and the sun is scorching hot.

Take three steps, the autumn wind blows and the ground is golden.

Take four steps and the snow will fly, and the whole place will be covered with silver.

The three of them walked side by side, feeling amazed that with every step they took, they could clearly feel the passage of time, the rotation of the seasons, and the passing of time.

The changes in the surrounding scenery were also very obvious. The bluestone floor slowly cracked, the furnishings in the courtyard became old, and even the disciples who kept appearing and flashing in the courtyard looked older and older.

The distance from the entrance to the main hall was only a few dozen meters, and they walked through it in no time.

It was not until the three of them stood in front of and behind the main hall door that they heard the reminder from the Heavenly Dao.

[Congratulations, you have gone through four seasons, through the years... and with your unremitting efforts, you have all become the confidants of the headmaster Lu Wentian, and the head disciples of the three academies.]

[You have come to the year before Changsheng Temple was destroyed, and this year was the peak of Lu Wentian's life.]

[It seems that he has something important for you to do today. Please enter through the side door of the main hall and stand behind the screen to listen quietly.]

"...!"

The three of them came to their senses slowly, looked at each other, then entered through the side door of the main hall and stood behind the screen.

After the three of them stood still, they saw the two protagonists, Song Mingzhe and Lu Wentian, sitting in the main hall.

The two men were sitting cross-legged under the statue, drinking tea and playing chess.

However, Song Mingzhe looked older, while Lu Wentian looked full of vigor and vitality.

Master Lu was wearing a yellow Taoist robe with gold edges and a golden Taoist hat, looking like a hermit from the outside world.

There was no longer any fawning, cautious look on his face, nor any hesitant humility. Instead, there was only a kind look and an air of an immortal.

Some people say that a person's temperament is related to his or her own situation. When you are down and out, no matter how you perform, it is difficult to perform calm and confident. But when you are successful and in a high position, your every move will show calmness and composure.

There is nothing wrong with what he said. Lu Wentian is in this state at the moment. He has a sense of strategy and is fully aware of all the major events in the world.

The three of them watched intently, keeping silent.

Song Mingzhe picked up a "rook" chess piece, moved it slightly and said, "The situation around Fulai County is very bad. The law enforcement team is unstoppable and has already made plans to attack here. At this time, the higher-ups are nervous, so you and I must keep a low profile."

"Yeah." Lu Wentian responded calmly, "They are all keeping a low profile."

Song Mingzhe frowned and glanced at him, then suddenly said bluntly, "A week ago, the supplies sent by the Ministry of War to the vicinity of Fulai County were intercepted, and more than a dozen people died. The higher-ups were very angry about this, and after an investigation, they found that it was done by a Taoist priest."

Lu Wentian raised his head and said, "This is because a flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. The people from the Martial Academy only realized they made a mistake after they had done it. I can hand them over to the higher-ups, and they can deal with them however they want."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Song Mingzhe emphasized: "I'm talking about keeping a low profile."

Lu Wentian stared at him and suddenly smiled: "It's just a few minions from the Ministry of War who died. How can this not be low-key?!"

"Snapped!"

Song Mingzhe put down the chess piece heavily, lowered his head, and said in a cold voice: "Just keep a low profile. For a furnace of elixirs, you can't only give one-third and keep two-thirds to make friends or even sell them; and you can't do whatever you want under the guise of working for the higher-ups."