"Headmaster, don't be kidding. Didn't I just get into a fight and attend an event? That's the best? I'm a complete freshman, the kind I haven't had a swimming lesson before! And the principal, you have carefully cultivated a group of troops, and the way to choose a marshal is to see who can fight? Why don't you hold the world's first martial arts meeting? ”

"Other armies may not have such a reckless selection method, but in the world of dragons, everything is based on bloodline." Ange said.

They turned and walked back to the elevator, the doors shut, and with a rumbling sound, the principal's office began to move again.

Lu Mingfei stretched: "The visit is over?" ”

"The end? Not really. Ange shook his head, "I'm just coming back to make a call." ”

He pulled out his phone, the silver Vertu constellation, and dialed a call. The phone rang a few times, and then it was connected, and a noisy background sound came from the microphone.

"You're still watching 'High Noon'? I've watched it so many times, isn't it annoying? ”

"Ange, are you back at school?" A casual man's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Have you seen your beloved student Lu Mingfei?" ”

"See, I'm taking him on a tour of the ice cellar." Ange said, "By the way, lift the 'precepts.'" ”

"Are you serious?" The vice-principal became serious.

"Wouldn't it be nice to let young people exercise?" Ange said lightly, "The prince of the dragon clan is about to wake up, and it is time for them to go through it." ”

"Words and spirits are the devil in a bottle, and if you release them, you will gain power, but it may not be a good thing. Are young people ready? ”

"A person with dragon blood is himself using the power of the devil to fight the devil, right? This world can't be held by the two old guys alone, and we need more blood from the new generation. ”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Agree with you for the time being, take care of your students."

"Actually lifted the 'precepts', it seems that the principal has made a lot of determination!" Lu Mingfei shrunk into his seat and held a teacup, "Is this going to war?" ”

"At war? No. Ange shook his head, "This invasion looks like a big deal, but for our young people, it's just a warm-up exercise at best. ”

He blinked, "Trust your companion, Mingfei, just as I believe in you!" ”

"This is the line of "Tianyuan Breakthrough"." Lu Mingfei took a sip of black tea, "Then where are we going next?" ”

"'The Well of Annihilation,'" Ange said, reclining his seat, "is also the lowest level of the Ice Cellar. ”

"'The Well of Annihilation'? Where the legendary Three Goddesses of Fate weave, stretch and cut the threads of fate? Lu Mingfei put down the teacup and said seriously, "Principal, Wenqing is a disease, it must be cured!" ”

The elevator entered the long dark tunnel again, and the office fell silent. Lu Mingfei leaned back in his chair and subconsciously figured out the principal's intention to summon him this time. In his long years as a student, he had rarely been called by the principal, but the lessons of the past had taught him that a principal who would seek out a student in private was not a good thing nine times out of ten.

But Ange is different from those big-bellied and kind-looking headmasters, and even if they can overlap in the trial, the only ones who can overlap are those emperors who are expanding their territory.

Dressed in a tailored suit, the old man sat in front of a delicate office desk, and the principal's office was densely packed with ancient books and a wine cabinet of equal height, looking like a ridiculously old playboy who would cause a girl to scream when she walked into a bar.

But sometimes he stands there with a cigar in his mouth, and you can clearly feel a lonely soul standing in this old body, as if he could draw a sword and charge at any moment.

He was talking nonsense about saving the world, but Lu Mingfei could feel the sharp light of this old man.

In the trial, Lu Mingfei has seen countless old people, white-haired and amiable, or sanctimonious and human-faced and beast-hearted. Therefore, he understands a truth better, how can a man with a folding knife with him be an ordinary principal?

But the crux of the matter is why the first thing the principal did when he returned to school was to take him to visit the ice cellar. For example, it was as if Lin Pingzhi had entered the Huashan faction, and he was dragged by Yue Buqun to see Feng Qingyang on the first night.

Could this be the legendary eye match?

But who wants to make eye contact with an old man!

The elevator doors opened, and the endless darkness poured in with the silence, like a wave. In the darkness, Ange took out two incendiary sticks from his arms and handed them to one of Lu Mingfei.

"Look." He whispered.

This is an extremely large space, an underground cave eroded by tens of millions of years of flowing water. Lu Mingfei held the burning stick high and looked around. The ground was actually bronze, and deep grooves that intertwined with each other like snakes were etched into the ground, and dark cyan water flowed in the grooves. The pattern of these deep grooves resembles the branches of a teng tree, branching and intersecting to form a perfect circular pattern.

Lu Mingfei raised his head, but he couldn't see the sky. In this space of metal land, time seems to be confined, and the air smells cold from thousands of years ago.

"This is alchemy?" Lu Mingfei muttered.

A huge field fills the space, and the metal pattern underfoot is the source of this field.

The so-called Teng Shu is actually Long Wen, and the entire ground is an incomparable array of words and spirits.

This is a miracle, even in the history of alchemy. In this place, humanity has achieved a realm that can be sustained without life by wisdom alone.

This is a privilege that transcends all texts and belongs only to the gods!

"That's right," Ange said, standing beside him, "this is the limit of alchemy that belongs to humanity. ”

"If it continues to develop, I will not be surprised that one day you will build the Nibelungen." Lu Mingfei whispered.

"What?" Ange didn't hear clearly.

"The purpose of this field is repression?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Do you feel this oppression from your blood, too?" Raised his head and pointed into the depths of darkness, "Look there. ”

Where his finger was pointing were small circles on the ground. These circles contain strange objects, unknown mechanical devices, stone letters engraved with charms, and even half-mummies. The mummy was chained to a half-iron pillar by some sort of bony shackles, and placed in an ultra-low temperature quartz glass container.

A metal plaque on the vessel shows that it was unearthed in 1836 in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt and was the burial companion of a pharaoh.

"Is that a garbage heap?" Lu Mingfei casually glanced at the messy collections.

"Follow me." Ange didn't pay attention to his complaints, and walked out first.

They stepped forward, and in front of them was a pool of water, and in the center of it was a circular metal altar covered with a black cloth.

Ange unveiled the veil: "That's what we're aiming for today. ”

"An egg?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Beneath the cloth is a brass jar confined to a superconducting magnetic field of cryogenic liquid nitrogen, surrounded by a half-meter-thick wall of quartz glass.

It's an egg, but the school is dealing with it like a nuclear bomb.

After the alchemy array was suppressed, layers of protection were added, just like giving a mentally ill person an anesthetic and a restraint suit, and when he went out, he also locked the three-layer anti-theft door.

"I have to applaud Ming Fei again for your acumen." Ange clapped his hands, "This is an egg." ”

"Lord of Bronze and Fire, Norton's Egg." The old guy said flatly.

"An alchemical array made of metal to imprison the Lord of Bronze and Fire? Headmaster, are you sure you have the water in your head clean? ”

"So we also used superconducting magnetic fields and quartz glass walls." Ange was calm, "That's the power of science. ”

"So what are we going to do next?" Lu Mingfei asked, "Find a pot of boiling water to cook this egg and eat it?" Declare in advance that I don't like to eat boiled eggs! Tea eggs are acceptable. ”

The headmaster bent down and picked up the brass pot.

It wasn't light, the muscles in Ange's arms were clearly visible under the suit, but his aged face was still calm under the incendiary stick.

He looked down at the brass jar in his arms and shook his head.

"No," his voice echoed through the space, like an ice blade piercing a heart, "we dissect it." ”