What do you mean by "the game editor has also traveled through time"?

Although a martial arts school is basically a place where you can come as long as you pay money, there are differences between different disciples.

Not to mention martial arts schools like Lingyuan Martial Arts School, where even entry requires a certain level of skill.

Those who can reach the first level of Qi and Blood within three months, or the second level within three years, or master the basics of Tongbei Changquan within one month.

They can all enter the inner courtyard.

Once they're in, they're essentially getting special tutoring; high-achieving students and struggling students can't be treated the same way.

Of course, these were all said by Lin Jing.

Thinking about it, Xu Shimo couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Lin, how did you get into the inner courtyard back then?"

Lin Jing was taken aback: "Stop talking!"

Then, seemingly worried that Xu Shimo might overthink things, he added another explanation:

"Back then, there wasn't such a thing as an inner courtyard or an outer courtyard."

Xu Shimo understood. In other words, if there was a distinction between the inner and outer courtyards at that time, Lin Chatou would not have been able to enter the inner courtyard.

At this point, they had already entered the inner courtyard.

As far as the eye could see, there were about ten people in the room, all teenagers in their early twenties, except for one person who looked about the same age as himself.

So there are others like me who are "late bloomers"... Xu Shimo, a young man in his early twenties who wished to remain anonymous, thought to himself.

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

Lin Jing had already run up to the middle-aged man with a broad build but a thin face. Xu Shimo felt that the Lin Cha Tou in front of him was so unfamiliar.

The image of Lin Cha Tou, who was always dignified and calm at all times, has now completely vanished.

"Oh, it's my junior brother."

Senior Brother Zhou glanced at it, then took a few steps to the side and gave the disciples practicing their skills a few pointers.

"Your punches need to be swift and clean. The most important thing in boxing is momentum. You need to have an invincible mentality! Alright, you guys start practicing."

After saying that, he walked back a few steps.

"Jing, it's been so long. You haven't come back much these past few years. The martial arts school is like a second home to you, and your master always misses you."

Lin Jing followed silently behind him, a wry smile on his face, and said:

"Senior Brother Zhou, please stop teasing me. There are so many outstanding fellow disciples, how could Master still remember me?"

"Then consider it my way of thinking of you, okay?" Senior Brother Zhou rolled his eyes and snorted irritably. "Besides, what's wrong with being a constable? It's still a job, what's shameful about it? It's about making a living, it's not shameful."

"Besides, does that mean only those who have achieved great success are qualified to come back? Then this martial arts school might as well not stay open."

Seeing this scene, Xu Shimo's thoughts drifted away.

He thought about the various aspects of the present world, and about the teachers and friends who had once valued him highly.

In the eyes of others, he is an excellent student with outstanding grades, a top student from a 211 university, and they even blame him for not going back to visit for so many years.

But as the saying goes, a man fears choosing the wrong profession, and over the years, I have lived a truly undignified life.

At this moment, Senior Brother Zhou's gaze also fell on Xu Shimo, and a question made him suddenly realize something:

"Who is this?"

Lin Jing hurriedly said, "A friend's junior has some talent in martial arts and would like to ask you, senior brother, to take a look."

"You! You never come here unless you have something to say. I thought you came to see me out of old friendship," Senior Brother Zhou said with a hint of sarcasm on his thin, chiseled face. "So it's true you're thinking of the past, but you're just using that to keep me in check."

"Senior brother! I absolutely didn't mean that, I..."

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that. It's just learning martial arts, so we won't test his aptitude. I'll take him on... Wait, why is this a bald monk?"

Just a second ago, Senior Brother Zhou was joking and laughing, and was about to make a decision without even glancing at Xu Shimo. But when he turned his head and glanced at her casually, his expression changed instantly.

Xu Shimo lowered his head awkwardly.

Lin Jing also retorted in a low voice, "Senior brother, it's Gui Daoren, not a bald monk."

"Isn't that the same thing! Once a bald monk, always a bald monk!" Senior Brother Zhou gritted his teeth and said, "Our Spirit Ape Martial Arts Academy worships the Three Pure Ones and relies on Master Chongxu of Qingxu Temple. How can we support a Daoist with an unsteadfast heart?"

Xu Shimo: "Senior, I was caught in the chaos in the Northwest and was kidnapped by those bald monks..."

Senior Brother Zhou ignored him and waved his hand dismissively:

"You should discuss this with the Dao Ancestor."

Lin Jing: "Senior brother, is there no room for compromise? Shi Mo has great talent; he mastered the Fish-Dragon Stance in just one day."

"Those ubiquitous fish-dragon stakes... well, if it's just for a day, then I might actually consider it."

After a moment's thought, Senior Brother Zhou beckoned to Xu Shimo: "Kid, come here! Let me take a look at your aptitude first. If your talent is really good, I might consider making an exception and taking you in."

"Come on, open your hands."

Xu Shimo felt as if a pair of iron hands were roaming over his body, from top to bottom, even touching his skull.

"Your Qi and blood are indeed robust, but unfortunately your physical constitution is only average, just average. You barely meet the entry standard of our Spirit Ape Martial Arts School, but unfortunately..." Senior Brother Zhou shook his head.

But this standard doesn't apply to me, a returnee to the Dao... Xu Shimo silently added the remaining sentence in his mind.

Lin Jing, however, panicked: "Senior brother, you must have touched the wrong person! Shi Mo is a genius that only appears once in a century!"

"What are you yelling about? These hands of mine have touched more bones than you've touched breasts. I mastered the Fish-Dragon Stance in a day. Perhaps I have some talent, plus I accidentally ingested some powerful medicine. My bones and muscles are quite strong... Wait, how come you're at the third level of Qi and Blood?"

Suddenly, Senior Brother Zhou's mouth gaped open as he turned to look at Lin Jing, his eyes wide with surprise.

The meaning is quite obvious—

You brought me a Qi and Blood Level 3 character to learn martial arts?

He's already a mid-to-high-level member of those gangs.

But when Lin Jing heard this, his jaw also dropped to the ground. What, three levels of Qi and Blood? I didn't hear wrong, did I?

When Song Wen brought Xu Shimo here the day before yesterday, I was certain that I hadn't misjudged him; he was just one step away from reaching the second level of Qi and Blood.

Yesterday, when Xu Shimo practiced his skills, his blood and qi surged. I was probably not mistaken; that was the dual nature of blood and qi. This morning, I received confirmation from Xu Shimo himself.

Now you're telling me it's a triple imbalance of Qi and Blood?

Has the world gone mad?

With the Dao Ancestor above, how can there be a realm or level of existence?

Senior Brother Zhou: "That's probably it. You must have taken some kind of powerful medicine. You're quite lucky. You're here for the enlightenment method, right? Come on, take off your clothes."

"what?"

"What do you mean 'ah'? Take off your clothes so I can check if there are any drug residues in your body. If there are, then your average physical constitution is still worth nurturing."