The photo shows a sexy and cool woman wearing a deep V pajamas sitting behind a desk. This photo fully proves that cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness.

Almost all the men's eyes were attracted by the half-hidden, half-exposed, almost perfect great peaks at the first moment, and they couldn't look away.

Lao Dao suddenly took the photo back and said, "There is a cute figurine on the top of the office. Can you tell me what that figurine is?"

Lao Dao laughed secretly in his heart: "Boy, if I don't teach you some principles of life, you won't know that I have eaten more meals than you for so many years, but it's not in vain."

"Is it the figurine of the female student in school uniform?" Li Xiu asked back.

Lao Dao was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself, "Impossible, how could a man see anything else in front of such a beauty? Doesn't this guy like women, or has he seen this photo before, too many times, and has become immune to it?"

Lao Dao didn't want to ask Li Xiu if he didn't like women, so he looked at the picture and asked, "Besides the bookshelf behind the woman, what else is there?"

"A pot of green plants."

"What colors are the books in the first row of the bookshelf?"

"It's all black leather with gold lettering."

"What color is the fourth book from the right in the third row?"

"Red cover with black words."

"What's the name of the book next to this one?"

"On the left is the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and on the right is the Three Musketeers."

Lao Dao's eyes gradually widened. This was no longer a question of whether he liked the woman or not. Even if he had seen this photo before, it would be impossible for him to remember so many things.

"Lao Dao, what exactly do you want to tell me?" Li Xiu looked at Lao Dao and asked with a smile.

"That's the truth. That's the truth. I'm telling you, don't look around blindly. There's such a beautiful woman here, but you don't look at her. Instead, you're looking at some nonsense. It's because of young people like you that the world's population is getting smaller and smaller..." Lao Dao said with a stiff face.

"Isn't the world's population decreasing because of excessive pressure in life?" Li Xiu said.

"What do you know? No matter how stressful life is, it can never be as stressful as the war years. We couldn't even afford to eat, but we still had children." Lao Dao curled his lips and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Didn't I say I would teach you a few tricks? Let's start now."

"After saying so much about the pros and cons, I almost forgot about it. What exactly do you want to teach me?" Li Xiuruo woke up suddenly.

"Of course I will teach you the sword skills. This is all I know." Lao Dao picked up a bamboo chopstick and held it in his hand. Suddenly, his wrist shook. Before Li Xiu could see clearly what happened, the bamboo chopstick bounced on Li Xiu's neck and then was retracted.

The whole process happened so fast that I couldn't see anything clearly.

"This move is called swinging the knife. What do you think?" Lao Dao put down his chopsticks and said with some pride.

"Isn't it just using the power of flicking the wrist to achieve the purpose of acceleration? I don't think there's anything to learn." Li Xiu said a little disappointedly.

Lao Dao just couldn't stand Li Xiu's stubborn look, and snorted coldly and said, "It looks easy, but it's not that easy to really learn. Even if you learn it, it's even harder to use it in actual combat. You're just good at talking, so of course you can learn anything."

After hearing what Lao Dao said, Li Xiu picked up the chopsticks on the table, shook his wrist, and the chopsticks flew towards Lao Dao's neck with an illusion.

Although Lao Dao retreated his upper body to avoid the chopsticks, he looked at Li Xiu as if he had seen a ghost.

"Have you ever practiced knife-throwing?" In Lao Dao's opinion, without three or two years of hard practice and extremely high talent, it would be impossible to be as smooth and skillful as Li Xiu.

Li Xiu's knife-throwing skills and familiarity were no less than his.

"Besides this, is there anything else you can teach me?" Li Xiu did not answer, but just looked at Lao Dao and asked.

"Since you have already learned these little tricks, let me teach you something real." Lao Dao reached his hand into his arms and felt around.

Lao Dao searched for a long time but didn't pull his hand out, which made Li Xiu wonder if his hand was rubbing mud inside.

Fortunately, Lao Dao finally pulled his hand out, still holding a crumpled piece of paper.

"I learned my swordsmanship from the above. You can take a look at it yourself. If you can become an S-level trial-taker in the future, it may be of help to you." After saying this, Lao Dao lazily lay down in the rocking chair.

Li Xiu unfolded the paper and found that it was more like cloth than paper. It looked like neither linen nor silk, but more like some kind of leather. However, it was not parchment. It was much more delicate and thinner than that, and was no different from ordinary paper.

There was a picture drawn on the paper. It was of a knife, a sword with a machete that didn't look anything special.

The ghost-head knife is known as the most unscrupulous knife. In ancient times, there were generally few craftsmen who specialized in making it, and the government did not formulate a standard for this type of knife.

Therefore, most of the ghost-head swords are privately made by the people, and the workmanship is mostly not very good. No matter whether it is a soldier or a knight, no one has ever heard of anyone using this kind of sword as a weapon.

In ancient times, the people who used ghost-head swords the most were executioners who carried out beheadings.

The knife in the painting is pitch black and looks nothing special, but if you look closely, you can feel an indescribable ominous aura. It is clearly just a painting, but it makes people feel cold, as if they are worried that the ominous ghost-head knife will fly out of the painting and chop off their heads with one blow.

"The ghost-head knife in this painting is a bit weird." Li Xiu said as he looked at the knife in the painting.

"Of course it's weird. This painting was torn down from the execution platform in front of Tianmen." Lao Dao laughed.

"Tianmen? What place is that?" Li Xiu thought about it and seemed to have never heard of such a place name.

"Tianmen is a trial gate. There are many strange things in it. If you can encounter a demon spirit there in your lifetime, it means that your ancestors lacked virtue for eight lifetimes, and you are destined to have bad luck in this life."

"What kind of evil spirits are so vicious?" Li Xiu asked curiously.

"You are still far from it. It's useless even if you know it. It's the kind of demon spirit that will kill you if you see it, or make you live a life worse than death even if you don't die. In the Tianmen place, any demon spirit that comes out is of this level and no one can stop it." Lao Dao's eyes were a little blurred, as if he was lost in memories.

"They are just some evil spirits. They are hiding in the trial ground. If they ran out, they would have been killed by the magic armor master long ago." Li Xiu said.

"You are still too young." Lao Dao sneered, "Magic Armor Master? Magic Armor Masters are nothing in front of those demons. The status of Magic Armor Masters is so high now, but that's only because the truly powerful demons have not rushed out of the Trial Gate. The ones that come out now are just trash that are not even worth mentioning."

"Let's put it this way. It was fine before. If Changshengtian hadn't been at the forefront and guarding the trial gate in recent years, the world would have been in chaos a long time ago. Boy, you have good talent. If you have the chance, you can join Changshengtian and take a look. With your talent, you should have the opportunity to come into contact with those things."

At this point, Lao Dao sighed and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's go back to Tianmen. The trial ground of Tianmen is extremely strange. There is another door after entering. The door is as huge as a mountain, and you can hardly see the end. The door is tightly closed. In front of the door is a punishment platform, and on the platform there is a stone tablet, and on the stone tablet hangs this painting."

"It sounds like this painting has a great history. Are you really going to give it to me?" Li Xiu asked in surprise.

The two had just met and didn't have any life-and-death relationship, so why did Lao Dao suddenly give him such a valuable thing? This made Li Xiu a little suspicious of Lao Dao's intentions.

"Don't guess blindly. This painting is correct, but it's just a replica. The original one is not with me." Lao Dao said with a smile.

"So it's a copy. What about the original painting?" Li Xiu asked curiously.

"It's still hanging on the execution platform in front of Tianmen. When we took the painting out, we almost caused a disaster. Fortunately, we hung it back in time and avoided a big mess. But since then, Tianmen has not been peaceful." Lao Dao said with a sigh: "At that time, we asked someone to copy a few paintings. This is one of them. My swordsmanship was inspired by it. But I have seen the original picture. If you haven't seen the original picture, the effect will be greatly discounted if you only look at this copy."

"It's good enough if some of them are good enough. I'll accept them without hesitation. Thank you." Li Xiu admired the paper for a while, folded it up and put it in his backpack.

This paper is very special. It was almost crumpled into a ball in Lao Dao's arms, but there were no wrinkles after it was unfolded, so there was no need to worry about it being damaged.

While the two were talking, Chu Jun and the other three had almost finished the work that Lao Dao had assigned them.

After all, there are two trial-takers and two magic costume masters working together, which is something that ordinary people cannot compare to.

"You have quite good people. The two S-class magic armor masters are very good, and the two trial participants are also okay." Lao Dao said after looking at Chu Jun and the others.

"It's okay." Li Xiu said casually.

"If you continue like this, you will be targeted by the general directors sooner or later. If you want to join Changshengtian in the future, I will give you a suggestion." Lao Dao said after a moment of silence: "Join the red team, not the black team. Don't get involved with any vice president."

"What do you mean by entering red but not black?" Li Xiu felt something was wrong.

"Changshengtian invites you to join the club. There are two types of invitation cards. The red invitation card represents an invitation to become an ordinary member, and the black invitation card represents an invitation to become a super member." Lao Dao explained.

"Isn't it good to become a super member? It sounds like the treatment is better and the power is greater. Why join the red card instead of the black card?" The card Li Xiu got from the Lord of Hongsha City was the black card.

"The treatment of ordinary members is indeed not that good, and they don't have much power in the club. But one advantage of ordinary members is that they don't need to take turns, while super members need to start taking turns." Lao Dao chuckled.

"What is the purpose of rotation?" Li Xiu knew that it might not be as simple as the literal meaning.

"When it's your turn, you have to guard the Trial Gate. If a demon rushes out of the Trial Gate, you will be the first to bear the brunt." Lao Dao took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and continued, "As for why you are not allowed to get involved with those vice presidents, it's hard to say. When you join the guild in the future, you can slowly figure it out yourself."

"What should I do if I have received a black invitation card?" Although Li Xiu was not afraid of guarding the trial gate, he still wanted to ask clearly.

"You received the black invitation card. Show it to me. I should have thought of it earlier. How could Changshengtian not pay attention to someone like you?" Lao Dao sighed.

Li Xiu took out the black invitation card given to him by the Lord of Hongsha City and handed it to Lao Dao. Lao Dao took it and looked at it carefully. His face suddenly changed: "There is something wrong with this black invitation card."

"What's the problem?" Li Xiu asked puzzledly.

"Only six general directors of Changshengtian have the power to recruit new members. Even the vice-directors do not have the power to recruit new members. This is the rule set by the president and has never changed. No one can violate the rules set by the president, and no one has the courage to do so." Lao Dao turned the black card over and said to Li Xiu, "The style of the invitation card is the same, there is no difference, but there is actually some information hidden on the card. Different information represents different general directors. You only need to look at this invitation card to know which general director invited you to join the club."

"Why don't I see any information on the card?" Li Xiu looked at the card and said with some confusion.

"Of course you can't see it. The information on the card is not seen with the eyes, but with the hands, just like Braille. Only those who know it can sense the information and know what it means." Lao Dao said with a strange look, "But there is no such hidden information on your invitation card."

"What do you mean? My invitation card is fake?" Li Xiu was a little stunned.

"The material and manufacturing process should be authentic, but there is no hidden information on it. This black invitation card is half real and half fake, which is really hard to figure out. I wonder what the person who made this card wants to do." Lao Dao's eyes were a little cold.

Li Xiu had no doubt at all that if the person who made this card was right in front of him, he would most likely kill the other person with one blow.

"Who gave you this card?" Lao Dao stared at Li Xiu and asked.

"The Lord of Hongsha City." Li Xiu also wanted to know what was going on, so he did not hide it and sold out the Lord of Hongsha City.

"Lord of Hongsha City?" Lao Dao was stunned after hearing this.

"What's wrong?" When Li Xiu saw Lao Dao's expression, he knew something was wrong.

"Didn't I just say that only the six general directors have the right to invite new members to join? I don't know if the Lord of Hongsha City is from Changshengtian, but he is definitely not one of the six general directors. How could he have such a problematic super member invitation card and send it to you? He has no right to issue this invitation card at all." Lao Dao frowned and said.

"You don't know, so I have even less idea what's going on." Li Xiu said, spreading his hands.

“Actually, I’ve always felt that the Lord of Red Sand City should be a member of the guild. How could Changshengtian let go of such a person? After all, the Southern Cross Federation is rich in gems, and it is also an area that Changshengtian must control. It’s not surprising that the Lord of Red Sand City is a member of Changshengtian. What’s strange is why he gave you such a problematic invitation card. If you meet him in the future, be careful. This Lord of Red Sand City may not be simple.” Lao Dao said.

"So can I join Changshengtian with this card now?" Li Xiu had not expected that such a thing would happen.

Originally, he was still considering when to sneak into Changshengtian, but now it seems that it is a question whether he can sneak in.

"Without the recommendation of the chief, this card alone will definitely not work." Lao Dao smiled and said, "I advise you to wait for a chief to discover you and give you another card. Remember to ask for a red card, not a black card."

"Thank you, Lao Dao." Li Xiu actually didn't expect that Lao Dao would tell him so much about Changshengtian.

"What's there to thank me for? We were just chatting casually." Lao Dao said with a smile.

Li Xiu did not ask Lao Dao what his identity was in Changshengtian. If he was willing to tell, he should have told it long ago.

"Lao Dao, we're done. What should we do next?" Chu Jun ran over and pointed towards the golden gate.

"After dark, you can light the piles of firewood, and then you will have nothing to do. Just take a rest nearby. After I deal with the evil spirit, there shouldn't be any problems here in a short time. You can enter the trial ground without worry." Lao Dao looked at the sky and said.

Li Xiu and the others also looked at the sky. It was already evening, and it would only be about an hour before the sun set over the top of the mountain.

After a while, the sun completely set. Following Lao Dao's order, Li Xiu led Chu Jun, Ye Yuzhen and others to light several piles of firewood in front of the Golden Gate.

These firewoods were brought by Li Xiu and his team. These are not ordinary firewoods, but natural dead wood.

The so-called dead wood is actually wood that died naturally. It is much more difficult for wood to die naturally than for humans to die naturally.

Humans only live for a few decades, but if a tree is healthy, it can live for hundreds or thousands of years without any problems.

Fortunately, there are many trees in the Southern Cross Federation. There are hundreds of meters tall trees everywhere in the deep mountains. It is not difficult to find two dead trees.

There was a big iron pot placed on top of several piles of firewood, and inside the pot were many strange things. These were all purchased by Sha Chu, and Li Xiu himself didn't recognize many of them.

Under the fierce burning of firewood, the water in the pot soon boiled, emitting bursts of foul odor.

But it’s strange, even though I smell a strong stench, I don’t know why, after smelling it, I still want to smell it again.

Speaking of smelling it, it seems a bit addictive.

"All of you step back and don't wander around here, so as not to get hurt by mistake." Lao Dao walked to the iron pots, took off the wine jug hanging around his waist, opened the cork, and poured some of the wine into the pot.

**As soon as it was put into the pot, the original foul smell suddenly turned into a fragrant aroma, which made people unconsciously take a few more breaths, and then immediately felt indescribable comfort all over the body, as if they had taken stimulants.