“They all went to the forest. This time, we’re not just looking at survival skills, but also how to use their brains and physical strength to eliminate each other.”
"We originally planned to send them into the crowd to test their disguise and escape abilities, but we abandoned that plan for fear of causing panic among the people."
Murong Jin calmly took another sip of tea and said, "Mm."
She has already sent someone to deliver the letter, which will most likely reach Jin Feng soon. She doesn't know if she has made contact with Jin Si yet.
She wrote only a few words: if you're confident, kill him; if you have the ability, slaughter him...
It's a pity that she didn't destroy the Wumang Kingdom, but the ending is the same anyway. They're just clowns, and they should have been dealt with completely from the beginning.
Human nature is inherently evil.
After pondering this sentence repeatedly, she finally understood it completely.
If you're going to be a bad person, then go all the way and don't leave any trouble for yourself.
Ling Qiao'er stood beside Murong Jin and said, "Brother, this is not quite the same as the memorials submitted in modern times."
"We used high-tech weapons in our time."
"For example, rifles, AKs... pistols..."
Murong Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, "Although they all sound very good, you don't know how to make them, right?"
"Hehe, yes, and most of them are like artillery shells..."
Murong Jin: "Cannonballs? I do know how to make them."
"Oh? You can make that?"
Murong Jin: "It wasn't me, it was an extraordinary person I met before who slowly developed firecrackers and small cannonballs from gunpowder..."
If the research continues, perhaps even greater achievements will be made.
Ling Qiao'er knew that gunpowder had probably only recently appeared in this era. If they already knew how to make cannonballs... then it could only mean that this world was incredibly fictional.
Murong Jin and Ling Qiao'er were chatting, while the others watched them silently. They weren't speaking loudly, and the others couldn't hear them clearly, but judging from their expressions, they were having a pleasant conversation.
"Do you think it's possible that this woman is the prince's future queen?"
A few people chatted quietly, "It's hard to say, but the prince has never had a woman by his side before. This time is a special case. We don't believe there's no connection."
“That’s right. Even when Miss Biao was around, the Prince didn’t have this gentle side.”
………
"Murong, what do you think we should do to eliminate the other teams later?"
Di Junlan glanced at the terrain and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Use the terrain to lure the third brother here first."
"OK."
The team was an eight-man unit. Everyone in the recruit camp knew that the third guy was the weakest in terms of physical fitness and was the one who dragged the team down. But what they didn't know was that this guy was incredibly fast, not to mention when he was running away.
At first, some people on his team laughed at him, saying that if he encountered danger, he would definitely be the fastest runner.
The third brother then said, "If it were on the battlefield, even if I had no other skills, I would still carry the wounded brothers back because I can run fast."
...
Today is only the first day. There are over a hundred new recruits in the training camp, divided into 20 teams. So far this morning, not a single team has been eliminated; at most, only team members have been eliminated...
"Let's see if they can give us a surprise this time. Our battalion will definitely hold out longer than the other four battalions!!"
With 75 teams, this is going to be quite an event.
Murong Jin didn't pay much attention to the team competition, after all, she still had the memorials that Yi Yi had just brought from the palace.
Every day, looking at those memorials gives me a headache. There's always something wrong with this or that. I don't know what the people below are good for; they can't even handle such a small matter.
"Go, summon the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review and the Ministers of the Six Ministries as well. Have them come over."
After Yi Yi accepted the order and left, Ling Qiao'er stood beside Murong Jin and asked, "Why did you let them come over?"
"If things don't go well below, they'll naturally come to the boss for criticism."
Ling Qiao'er glanced at the people around her. "How about we go back to our room and discuss this?"
Murong Jin hummed in agreement, glanced at the others, nodded slightly, and then left.
The others watched the departing figures, especially Murong Jin being pushed away by Ling Qiao'er, and each glanced at the other.
These two definitely have a close relationship.
...
In the room, Murong Jin sat at the table, next to Ling Qiao'er was a watermelon juice that had been prepared for her, with ice in it, making it incredibly refreshing to drink.
"By the way, brother, is it really okay to skip court?"
Murong Jin: "Mm."
The daily memorials were all kept with her; people could come directly to her with any problems, while those other people were unlikely to come to her, since nothing major was happening.
Ling Qiao'er squatted down in front of Murong Jin. "I want to ask a question."
"ask."
"It's about matters of the martial arts world. In our dynasty, there shouldn't be such things as martial arts sects, right?"
Murong Jin glanced at her and said, "Since it's a book, the background naturally depends on how the author writes it. Besides, when you were talking about it, the world I was in had a background that was similar to a dynasty in your world, but also different. That's what's called an alternate world, or you could say that this world is fictional."
Ling Qiao'er: "Mmm."
Murong Jin smiled and said, "That's why there's such a thing as the Jianghu in this dynasty. As for sects, besides the Alliance Leader, there's Shaolin Temple, the Beggars' Sect, and countless other sects."
Ling Qiao'er said "Oh," and then said, "Is that so? Does something like internal energy cultivation exist? I'm so curious."
Murong Jin looked helpless. "Look at what's over there."
Ling Qiao'er looked over and then saw Murong Jin gently wave his hand, and the thing immediately exploded.
After his pupils widened, he exclaimed, "Holy crap!!!"
Then, staring at Murong Jin's wheelchair, his gaze fell on Murong Jin's legs. "But brother, weren't you injured? How come you still have internal energy?"
Murong Jin: "There are some things I'll tell you when the time is right."
Ling Qiao'er: "Okay."
"Brother," Ling Qiao'er tugged at Murong Jin's sleeve, a mischievous smile on her face, "Speak, what is it?"
"Can I learn this kind of internal skill? It looks so cool. Forget internal skills, I want to learn lightness skill."
"Furthermore, I'd like to know, brother, who did you study under? Are you also a master?"
Murong Jin flicked her head. "Lightness skill, that's something you learned when you were little, and so is internal energy. It's probably a bit late for you to start learning now, but you can practice other self-defense techniques."
Ling Qiao'er nodded seriously, "That's fine too."
Murong Jin: "As for my master, the old man doesn't like crowds and has already gone into seclusion in the mountains. I haven't been able to find him for the past few years."
Ling Qiao'er shook her head. It was a pity; she still wanted to meet the big shot.
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