Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 93 Who said entering the Military Supervisor's Temple would mean suffering a lot?

A day passed, and the only good news was that the military supervisor's office stopped arresting people.

"They're only holding back because they're afraid of getting into trouble. Humph, those black dogs." Xu Shu muttered under her breath.

Actually, this derogatory term doesn't make much sense, because many uniforms in the Qin Dynasty were black, only the patterns were different. Perhaps people felt that although they were also dark-skinned, they weren't dogs.

"Oh dear, what are we going to do?"

Murong Can has tried his best to gather information through his connections, but this matter is too strange, and no one can reveal any inside information, mainly because the source of information is very tightly controlled.

"Enough talk, let's start cultivating," Shi Jian said impatiently.

Oh?

Both Murong and Yang Guangming were somewhat surprised.

This kid's changed! He's become so calm and collected!

Then Shi Jian said, "You have to become stronger before you can go and break into the military prison."

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Fang Ziran looked tense: "Dude, why don't you just rebel?"

Shi Jian nodded slightly: "Then we have to become stronger first."

Of the original hundred or so people in the Elite Class, more than ten were killed or injured. Some of the remaining people suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, while others did not come to train. Therefore, the martial arts hall was still quite empty. So even with Fang Ziran and Shen Xianke, who somehow ended up there, it didn't feel crowded.

In the previous skirmish, none of the eight clan members were injured, since Fang Qingyuan had recruited them from the beginning.

The group closed their eyes and practiced their internal energy. They had been practicing this for most of the day, since they were all injured to some extent. Apart from Shi Jian, the others were not in a good position to train their bodies.

After a while, someone lingered at the door and called Murong Can out.

"Okay, okay, thank you so much."

After he returned, he called the others out and led them to a wall outside that had a large crack in the middle. This wall was originally part of a pavilion, but now it had become half of a solitary structure.

"Breaking news: our quarantine here is about to be lifted, and preparations are already underway for the selection of military guards. Military merits will count, and if you have enough, you can be selected directly without taking the test, but this is only for ordinary military guards."

After all, they were all from the elite class. Even those with less talent, like Murong Can and Yang Guangming, had high aspirations and were naturally not satisfied with being ordinary.

"Average grade is fine too."

Aside from Chen Qinhu, whose family was poor since childhood and who wasn't as stubborn as Shi Jian, he was relatively easy to please.

"No!"

Murong Can pointed at his nose and said, "If Lu Zhao comes back and finds out you only got a 'common' grade, he'll beat you to death."

Just kidding, it would be such a waste for a person with a naturally born demonic muscular physique to only pass the ordinary level martial arts exam.

Chen Qinhu chuckled awkwardly, "Go on."

"Then, the middle and upper-ranking military guards also recognize military merit, but only add points; they are not exempt from the examination. This time, there is only one upper-ranking military guard, the Thousand-Mile Guard..."

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"Hey? Didn't you say last time that you had the Linglong Guard?"

"Well."

Murong Can hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative, "We were still in the air at the time, isn't it normal for the intelligence to be a little off? I only said 'maybe' back then."

Chen Qinhu smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, the requirements for top-tier martial guards are very high. We mainly look at the mid-tier ones."

That's true. Superior martial guards like the Azure Sea Guard, which focus on direct combat, don't recruit anyone below the Overflowing Realm. The Thousand Mile Guard recruits because, as the name suggests, they are a martial guard specializing in reconnaissance and tracking, and realm isn't the only requirement.

Even so, it's incredibly difficult for new recruits to pass the exam; it's probably mainly because they want some experienced veterans with real skills.

So Murong Can recounted the information he had received, namely the information about the intermediate-level martial arts examinations that were open to applicants this time, which earned him everyone's approval.

"Your memory is pretty good."

"It's alright, hehe. Um, little fatty, your family must have some plans, right? Tell us about them."

"Who the hell are you calling 'little fatty'?"

"That's what Lu Zhao is called."

"He can beat me with one hand, can you?"

"I****."

For some reason, the two suddenly started arguing.

Shen Xianke shared the advice her family had given her with the others.

After a while, everyone finished discussing the application process and began to consider their choices, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

Shi Jian suddenly asked, "What about Lu Zhao?"

Minghui looked worried: "And there's Gongsun Ke too."

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The excitement subsided considerably when everyone remembered this incident.

Suck.

Pshaw, pshaw.

Lu Zhao removed the tea leaves that he hadn't spat out from his lips and threw them into the trash can.

"Legend has it that entering the Military Supervisor's Temple is like shedding a layer of skin, but I don't think it's that scary."

He put down his teacup and stretched.

This is a single room with a single bed, a small coffee table, a chair with a backrest, and a separate toilet, unlike the setup of a prison cell or interrogation room.

After Nangong Qingye brought him here, she never paid any attention to him again. When it was mealtime, someone would bring him food, and he would just drop it off and run away, ignoring all questions.

However, the food was alright. Last time we had braised pork ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, dry-fried cauliflower, and stir-fried greens. The portions were large.

You'll be full.

At first, Lu Zhao thought these people were planning to leave him hanging and test his patience, but later he tested them by asking the person who delivered his food for books, which they gave him, and then asking for tea, which they also gave him.

"It doesn't look like they're going to interrogate me at all."

He stepped out of the room, where there was a small courtyard. A few steps away was an iron gate with a lock on it.

If you really want to trap him, these measures are definitely not enough. You don't even need to punch the door open; you can just climb over the wall and leave.

However, if you actually do that, you'll become guilty even if you're not guilty.

So he leaned against the door, mustered his strength, and shouted loudly like a melon vendor.

"Nangong!"

"Nangong!"

"Nangong Qingye!"

After a while, the young man with short silver hair walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"Ancestor, do you know where this is?"

"The Military Supervisor's Temple."

"You know that, why are you still yelling?"

"You only called me that because you knew me."

"Do you know that making noise in a military restricted area is illegal?"

"I know, thirty strokes of the cane, it's not a serious crime. Anyway, I called your name, so if you don't want to embarrass yourself, don't come."

Nangong Qingye, hands on her hips, asked, "What are you trying to do?"

Lu Zhao said with a grin, "I'm so bored. Let me go out for a walk. I won't run away."

The other party hesitated for a moment.

Lu Zhao said, "Oh dear, if we were going to run, we would have run already."

"Alright."

Nangong Qingye took out a key and opened the iron gate, which was only symbolic.

He didn't need to ask his superiors; he just opened the door for me.

Lu Zhao silently remembered this detail and followed behind without making a sound.

Nangong led the way, passing through a narrow alley, and in front of them was a bright and open square.

"You can only wander around the criminal court in front of the main gate at most; you can't go anywhere else."

After saying that, he showed no intention of leaving, after all, he dared not let him do whatever he wanted.

Lu Zhao asked, "The criminal court?"

"The punishments like caning and whipping are carried out in this place."

"Oh~"

Lu Zhao stretched, then started doing chest-expanding exercises as he walked, casually asking, "Speaking of which, what exactly did you bring me here for?"

"Aren't you going to talk? You're suspected of disobeying orders and are under investigation."

"But you didn't investigate either?"

"I'm busy, aren't I? There's no time to spare, just wait."

Nangong Qingye can lie without even blinking.

Lu Zhao was just about to find an angle to argue when suddenly, the main gate opened, and two supervisors escorted a middle-aged man through the gate, clearly having arrested someone again.

However, the scene was not as relaxed as when Lu Zhao was taken away.

"Let me go! I'm innocent! I want to see Chief Engineer Wang!"

The person who was captured struggled frantically, but was weak and clearly had no martial arts training, so he could not break free.

Nangong Qingye shrugged: "Many people say that when they're first arrested; they'll behave themselves after a few days in jail."

Lu Zhao glanced at him: "So I'm currently in the 'detention for a few days' phase?"

"Ha, at least you get to eat and drink well and go for walks."

"snort."

Lu Zhao didn't want to pay attention to him and was just about to look around when the middle-aged man who had been arrested looked up and seemed very familiar.

"Uncle Lin...?"

He discovered that this person was Lin Zhouyun, who had taken 20 yuan from his family and then arranged a temporary job for him.