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Huang Huihui patted Mu Tu's shoulders lightly, and turned Mu Tu around, introducing the two of them: "Mu Tu, Fu Erdai."

Then, he turned to Fu Erdai and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Fu, how do you plan on letting you pass? How do you plan on getting into the Martial House with your tramp cat skills and that dog shit Plan?"

Uncle Huang has so much money, he wants so many youths, why can't you be sure? Come with your brothers in a while, I'll bring you in. The mountain chief gave my old man a few slots, but the family members all acted good and honest. Fu Erdai explained as he rubbed his ears which had turned red due to Huang Huihui's pinching.

"He's my boy." Mu Tu cupped his fists towards Liu Changsheng and explained. Although he did not like Liu Changsheng, he could not be misunderstood.

Liu Changsheng had just said that father and son were slapped in the face in front of everyone, and he looked at Minister of the Civil Service awkwardly.

The Minister of the Civil Service immediately understood and stared wide-eyed at the instructor beside him: "For such a reckless student, is the Martial House willing to accept him?"

As for the instructor, he glanced at Minister of the Civil Service indifferently and didn't say anything. He merely pointed at Minister of the Civil Service at the boy next to him, indicating him to continue accompanying him while he left on his own accord.

Being treated like that by the instructor, Minister of the Civil Service pointed awkwardly at the instructor's back, but he did not have a single way out. After all, even though he was the Minister of the Civil Service of the Imperial City, he could not even order a child around with the Martial House.

Liu Changsheng laughed at himself as he looked at Mu Tu, then patted Minister of the Civil Service and the two left. The boy did not follow as well, and only smiled at Mu Tu, and then chased after the instructor.

"Pui! Serves you right! A hypocrite!" Fu Erdai seemed to be extremely disgusted with Liu Changsheng, as he fiercely spat at Liu Changsheng's back. Then, he actually hooked Mu Tu's arm, and said in a low voice while praising: "This Martial House is really not bad, today I drank it like I drank a flower wine, my entire body felt comfortable."

The instructor from the Martial House stood in the same position as Liu Changsheng just now, and explained the entire exam process expressionlessly. There was no requirement except that the person from the martial competition had to defeat the Martial House's guards, while the Plan only wrote its own set of Plan, with no limits to the topic. However, there were only two Plan s that had the same length and similarity. Those two would be stabbed down and would not be recruited.

As Liang Zhu's voice stopped, two waves of kids from the Martial House walked out from the inner room, and arranged the writing materials and short stools for the students to sit on. As for the students who did not participate in the Plan, they followed a group of guards out of the small door, and arrived at the competition grounds in the courtyard.

At the start of the exam, the students all sat down, each of them flipping through the Plan s in their hands, after which they all became stunned, only to see a few numbers on the thick book, "What's a soldier, how do you use a soldier?"

Once the book was opened, Fu Erdai immediately wrote down the names, took a glance at the questions, and then began to discuss, "Soldiers can also use armor to protect their opponents, while people can only rely on benefits to drive their opponents to battle, to gain heavy benefits, victory in battle is guaranteed. However, in order to do good work, one must first sharpen his or her weapon, and then raise his or her troops with huge wealth, in order to help drive away others. "

After he finished writing these words, he carefully sketched the outline of a ingot next to the name of the Plan, then handed it over.

Huang Huihui, on the other hand, was even more direct. After writing a name, under Fu Erdai's instructions, she drew out the outline of a ingot. Soldiers, too. "Using weapons as a weapon, it is also a way of fighting."

Finally, there was Mu Tu's Plan. The names on it were written extremely well, and the outline of the Origin Treasure was also written very diligently. It was just a white scroll that was handed over without writing a single word.

In the sky of the Little Western Region, the Great Monk looked at the chessboard in front of him, then looked at His Royal Highness King Hui in front of him.

On the other hand, the His Royal Highness King Hui opposite of him smiled and placed Bai Zi down, and then without even looking at the chess game, he kept the chess pieces. In the present day, the Imperial Advisors are trying to steal away the kingdom, causing chaos everywhere. As a Grandmaster, why not help me settle this mess? "

The monk smiled, "His Royal Highness King Hui, your killing intent is too strong, this is not the king that I want, and his majesty also has his reasons. As an outsider, this old man has long been absent from all four sides. Your Highness should just take care of his own matters! "

King Hui looked at the monk who had his eyes closed, and sighed deeply, "Carnage Yuan Wuren is dead, Monk is the nephew of your direct kin. You are a Saint Master of the imperial government, but you are also a backer of the Yuan Family. In this generation of Yuan Family, there are no longer many people with good talent. Even if you don't want to help yourself, you should at least find a way out for them. "

The monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at the His Royal Highness King Hui, then pointed to a small piece of sand at his side and said to the King Hui, "He is the future of the Yuan Family, the bloodline of the current Yuan Family's direct relatives. Greetings, His Royal Highness King Hui."