"I am getting old, my energy and blood are declining, and even the sharp energy in my chest has become dull. From now on, you have to worry more about things in the martial arts academy."

Hearing the implication of his master's words, He Yubo was startled and waved his hand quickly.

"No, Master..."

With a wave of his hand, the old man interrupted him without comment and walked towards the gate of the martial arts academy.

He Yubo scratched his head in distress and followed him step by step.

"The martial arts association is a conspiracy. We have no choice, but it is also an opportunity. Fire refines gold. Do you really think that I, Damin, have no one?"

As if sneering to himself, the old man cheered up, his slightly rickety back slowly straightened, and a strange strong wind blew around him, like a tiger descending from the mountain, breathtaking!

"The scale of the martial arts club is getting bigger and bigger. This time they will invite martial arts elites from the entire sixteen counties of Lanzhou, and the prize... in addition to money, there is also a dose of SSS-level medicine!"

"SSS level?"

He Yubo blinked in confusion, a little confused about the grading methods commonly used by foreigners.

"C is the human level, B is the earth level, A is the heaven level...S, SS..."

He used his fingers to convert it into Damin's traditional level. After several seconds, he suddenly widened his eyes and took a breath of cold air.

"Supreme Creation Level??!!!"

Immediately, he looked at his master in disbelief and swallowed hard.

"What level is it?"

"Haha, what level is the champion? The prize will be the medicine for his next level up."

"Then if we find a level 8 person to compete, wouldn't it be a bonus?!"

The old man walking in front stopped suddenly and stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"This is a [Youth Martial Arts Exchange Meeting], not a meeting of old gods. Have you ever heard of level 8 people under the age of 20, both at home and abroad?"

"Well……"

Not to mention the 8th level, just being able to awaken successfully under the age of 20 is already very good. He Yubo has been practicing hard for more than 40 years, and he is still only at the 3rd level [Warrior].

After all, the martial arts path is different from other ranks. Promotion too quickly will do more harm than good. Without a solid foundation and empty ranks, it is just a show, and will lay hidden dangers for the future.

Even those martial arts geniuses who are direct descendants of the Hidden Saint Sect were only at level 2 or 3 before the age of 20.

In other words, foreigners only need to prepare level 3 medicine and they will be able to conquer the sky.

But even so, He Yubo couldn't help but feel sore in his heart.

That is the supreme creation level!

"Damn it, you're so rich..."

Listening to the disciple's resentful thoughts, the old man shook his head helplessly.

"How's the elementary school going lately? Are there any good ideas?"

Hearing the master's question, He Yubo quickly put away his emotions and nodded calmly.

"There is a child named Zhao Yinshun who has amazing potential. He has only been in the elementary school for about a year. Except for Jiang Ailun, no one is his opponent."

"Zhao Yinshun? Is he Zhao Chaoge's child?"

"Yes, that's him."

"I saw that kid when he was a child... But I remember Zhao Chaoge took him back to Wudang Mountain to build a foundation... Why did he come back again? Did he fail?"

The old man slowed down and fell into memories.

"Master, there is no failure. That boy is now majoring in [Zhenwu Secret Record]!"

"Oh... Then his future is limitless..."

Hearing the old man praising Zhao Yinshun, He Yubo felt happier than praising himself and said quickly.

"If he hadn't practiced his fighting skills and couldn't fully mobilize the energy in his body, he would have been the chief of the elementary department!"

"Then doesn't he meet the conditions for awakening?"

"Physically, he is still a little weak. After all, he is too young. He is only 13 years old. I dare not give him a hard workout. I can only rely on [Zhenwu Secret Record] to slowly warm him up. But it is estimated that he will be able to enter the explosive state in about a year."

It’s time for sexual growth.”

"Then you cultivate him well...and don't let him go astray."

The old man patted He Yubo on the shoulder and gave serious instructions.

After saying that, he looked hesitant. After a while, he calmed down and whispered carefully.

"If he is really good enough, I can consider giving him my precious medicine."

Before He Yubo could show his joy, the old man warned him again in a deep voice.

"But the premise is that he has good conduct and a healthy mind. I don't want to cultivate a disaster."

"Master, don't worry, I watched him grow up. He is definitely a kind and good boy!"

"That's good. I'm going to be out for a while, so the martial arts academy will be left to you for the time being."

"Ah? Master, where are you going?"

"Outsiders are riding on us. How can the great men of the sixteen counties of Lanzhou remain indifferent? In this martial arts meeting, we will make Xiyi lose his wife and lose his troops."

The old man gave a grim smile, raised his feet on the ground for a moment, and disappeared on the broad avenue in an instant.

………………

Crunch~

Pushing open the vermilion door, you are greeted by a small courtyard with an exquisite layout.

It seemed that no one had pruned it for a long time. The weeds in the yard were ankle-deep, and even the shrubs looked listless.

Zhao Yinshun looked around, paced softly, and wandered around the "home".

Looking around the familiar yet unfamiliar room, with every step I take, the scene in my memory becomes vivid, and a faint warmth lingers in my heart.

Along with it, there is also a sense of absurd and grotesque contradictions.

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For a moment, Zhao Yinshun couldn't figure out whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou. Who "he" was...

Damin or the earth, which one is real?

The sound of subtle breathing echoed in the room. After a long time, Zhao Yinshun took a long breath and finally fully accepted the fact that he had traveled to a strange world.

As his mood gradually calmed down, he raised his feet and walked towards the location of the bathroom in his memory.

He wants to see who "he" really is!

Taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun, a child between a teenager and a child was reflected in the mirror. His overly long bangs covered his eyes, making him look a little gloomy.

Although he was mentally prepared, Zhao Yinshun fell into silence for a while when he saw "himself" looking so young.

After staring for a long time, he turned on the faucet, took some cold tap water and slapped it on his face.

"Hiss~"

He touched the bruise on his face, which made him grin.

Enduring the pain, he washed his face and smoothed his obstructive bangs into a slicked back. A delicate and gloomy face appeared in the mirror, and his childish appearance was even younger than Zhao Yinshun expected.

Looking at the gloomy naughty boy in the mirror, Zhao Yinshun smashed his mouth and sighed in resignation.

what can I do?

I'm still a child!

I'm tired, let's do this, love whoever...

After getting to know himself again, Zhao Yinshun walked out of the bathroom, walked back to the bedroom naturally, and picked up a photo frame from the table. The blurry black and white photo showed a happy family of three.
Chapter completed!