"Then where is the position of the ancient doctor on the martial arts list?" Zhu Zhirui was somewhat bored while waiting outside for news about Su Xuan, so he simply struck up a conversation with Han Diao Si, who replied respectfully.
"Reporting to your majesty, the martial arts list is announced every twenty years. Seventeen years ago, the ancient inscription medical report was among the top twenty on the martial arts list!"
Zhu Zhirui closed her eyes slightly and slowly opened her eyes, obviously shocked by this ranking that was not very reasonable.
"What? Gu Ming Yichen has such profound strength, but he is only in the top twenty? Then, Manager Han, what position were you in seventeen years ago?"
Han Diaosi hummed softly, and Zhu Zhirui exuded great interest in this matter, and then asked: "Manager Han, it's okay, in my eyes, you are the best in the world, I just want to see, this Do you have a discerning eye in the world, and what do they think and say about you?"
After receiving Zhu Zhirui's affirmation, Han Diao Si stretched out a palm and responded: "The old slave is ranked forty..."
After getting the answer, Zhu Zhirui slowly shook her head.
"I'm really shocked. If the rankings on the martial arts list are true, aren't there still so many masters in the world?"
Han Diao Si always bent down to talk to Zhu Zhirui, with a particularly low posture.
"Reporting to your majesty, in fact, the martial arts rankings are not entirely objective. People in the arena will challenge the one before them in order to obtain a higher ranking. Twenty-three years ago, I was riding in the arena with the late emperor. , I happened to meet a warrior ranked forty, but after a few moves, he was promoted to the forty position."
"What about the ancient medical report?"
Zhu Zhirui looked sideways and looked not far away, where Qi Mingxuan's ancient inscriptions had been placed behind the Royal Forest Army, and asked.
"This old slave doesn't know too much in detail, but he still heard some rumors. It is said that during the process of practicing medicine, Dr. Gu Ming met a big demon who was ranked 20th to do evil, but he dealt with it easily. This incident not only benefited the people in that area, but was later promoted to the top twenty on the martial arts list."
Zhu Zhirui nodded, finally understanding the significance of this martial arts list.
"So, in fact, fundamentally speaking, Manager Han and Doctor Gu Ming should be ranked higher, just because being in the palace limits your development. Others cannot find you, and you have no way to challenge others."
Han Diao Si seemed to have heard the hidden words Zhu Zhirui said, and quickly denied it: "Your Majesty, you are just joking. Things in the world are not enough to attract this old slave. As long as this old slave stays with you, Your Majesty, Just wait for you by my side."
When Zhu Zhirui heard these words of loyalty, she did not give too much praise. Instead, she lightly pressed the table and murmured: "The chivalrous spirit of people is really destroyed in the palace..."
The wise man from Han Diao Temple did not answer any more words...
In the governor's mansion, the nine-ring sword hit the ground and set off a burst of smoke. However, after the smoke dissipated, the figure of the haggard man was not seen. He was also a guard around King Xun. Qingjun naturally knew that with the strength of the other party, He must not have been smashed to pieces by himself so quickly, so he quickly raised the knife and looked at another blind corner.
"Sen Miao!"
"Hey! Why are you calling me?"
At this time, a group of men from the north had already surrounded Huzhe Kele. The latter's face was covered with sweat, and his arms were hanging down like a puddle of mud without the support of bones.
Hure Kelie endured the severe pain and just looked into Qingjun's eyes without speaking. The other northern man, with his face flushed, looked at Qingjun angrily. He was about to open his mouth, but was stopped by Hure Kelie.
"Brother...you have to open your eyes to see some things clearly..."
The brothers from the north helped Hurekele bandage up. It was just a fracture, not a broken arm. As long as he took good care of it, he could recover as before with the exaggerated repair ability of the men in the north.
"Qingjun, don't look at me with your murderous eyes. I'm just helping you. Isn't it a promise in the north? As long as he can't move his hands, then you are the biggest one. Don't you have to come?" Isn’t this also the rule in the north?”
When all the northern men heard this, they all glared at Sen Miao, who was already sitting leisurely on the water tank. If Qingjun hadn't been there to suppress the mood of these northern men, I'm afraid the man now called Sen Miao would have Beware of the siege of a group of men.
"You! I want one of your arms too!"
Finally, the blood in the bones of the northern man could not suppress his reason. He raised a knife and ran towards Sen Miao. The latter just smiled, and the chains on his hands flew again. He sat in the water tank under his buttocks. The clear water is starting to form a vortex! All I heard was Sen Miao taunting softly: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
There was another fierce sound of breaking wind, but this time the iron claws did not come to the northern man. Instead, he was grabbed by Qingjun who rushed up. The barbs on the grappling hook firmly clasped Qingjun's body. The skin on a big palm, and even the hooks and claws were filled with dark green liquid, which was also seeping into Qingjun's skin.
"Go back! Biko!"
The man who escaped the disaster had his eyes red, and he stared at Sen Miao who had a sinister smile on his face. He retreated to the middle of the northern men with reluctance.
"Haha, Qingjun, you are not afraid of my poison."
Qingjun curled up his lips contemptuously, and suddenly exerted force. The muscles on his arms bulged into small stones. The venom that originally penetrated the body was forced out, and the thick black blood dripped on the ground. Qingjun had already caught it. With Sen Miao's weapon, he could pull the opponent to his side with just a strong tug. However, just as he had this idea, he was stopped by King Xun's voice.
"enough!"
Hearing King Xun's angry voice, Qingjun let go of his palms and knelt directly on the ground. Sen Miao, who was not far away, just with a cold face, retracted the hook that was dragged on the ground and pulled it from the water tank. He jumped down, stood on the ground, and leaned towards King Xun.
"The imperial guards outside have not yet been dealt with, but you two are starting to fight among yourself! What a shame!"
"My lord, forgive me!" Qingjun's voice, as thick as a bell, reached the side room.
Sen Miao, who lowered his head, glanced coldly at Qingjun's position next to him and said softly.
"Well, since you have the rules of the northern border, I won't embarrass you! Just like what Sen Miao said, Khurekelie no longer has the ability to fight, so you can take his place. Give you ten breaths!"
Qingjun paused and did not respond, while Senmiao chuckled, not loudly, but everyone in the courtyard could hear it.
