Zhao Wuji, who was hypocritical and flattering, enjoyed more and had not heard much. Wuming's words that really praised Zhao Wuji from the bottom of his heart immediately made Zhao Wuji's vanity feel greatly satisfied. Even though three sword saints died and one sword god was injured that time, Zhao Wuji temporarily forgot those things.

"Hahaha...that's true!" Zhao Wuji patted the dragon case and said as if he was falling into a recollection of his heroic times. "I was able to slay the dragon by the weak, and it was also a good time to seize the time."

When encountering such a monarch, Takaichi Domoto's lungs were about to explode, but they could not get angry. After all, the monarch of the Shenlong Kingdom was sitting on the platform, and after all, he was the descendant of the five heroes.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Zhao Wuji was praised seriously by Wuming, and was in a very good mood: "I announced that you entered the palace this time mainly to commend your contributions a few days ago. As for your military achievements, there are naturally a general of the first general of the Tang Dynasty and the military headquarters who will calculate for you. What position should be assigned to you will naturally be submitted to me for approval. But before this, you are so pillars of yours, so I plan to arrange for you to be the guard of the third princess first."

Domoto Gang breathed a sigh of relief, and knelt on the ground again and said, "Your Majesty, the princess is a golden branch and a jade leaf. The selection of the guards is related to the safety of the princess. I still don't know which school Wuming's combat skills belong to. Is it inappropriate to arrange this?"

Zhao Wuji cursed Bengang as a fool. After the military headquarters approved the matter, Wuming naturally could not be a guard. At this time, he jumped out and grabbed Wuming, which was somewhat of a challenge to him, the emperor.

Zhao Wuji, who was just planning to perfunctory Feiyan, could only force himself to cheer up and ask Wuming: "What kind of combatant are you from? Knight? Swordsman? Fighter? Martialist? Or... You are obviously not a magician."

"I used to be a hunter in the mountains." Wuming replied calmly. A small riot occurred among the surrounding nobles and ministers. If it weren't for the need for majesty in this hall, they would have laughed to the ground one by one.

"A hunter..." Domoto Gang showed endless ridicule in his eyes, and pretended to be calm on his face and said to Zhao Wuji: "Your Majesty, our dynasty has a strict selection system. The late emperor even proposed that as long as he is a talent, he can be promoted no matter what his background is. Hunter is no exception, but if this selection system allows Wuming to go around and become a guard directly, this..."

Zhao Wuji nodded gently: "Then follow the system. Given that Wuming has no fighting school, I will give him a month to start learning a school. Seeing that he rescued the princess many times, I granted him the opportunity to study in the Royal Private Martial Arts Hall."

Domoto Gang was stunned and hurriedly wanted to speak again. Zhao Wuji raised his hand and waved his hand and said impatiently: "Let's go here today. I'm tired. Come and take Wuming to the Royal Private Martial Arts Museum. You all retreat."

Domoto Gang had no choice but to get up and leave, but he felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

You should know that the Royal Private Martial Arts Museum not only has a group of masters above the level of Sword Saint, but also has many secret books in various schools. Even he only entered it when he was young, and he benefited a lot after studying for several years.

"Forget it! It's only one month. Then find a real swordsman to give him a test and take the opportunity to kill him." Domoto Gang comforted himself in a low voice and walked out of the hall.

Zhao Wuji's eyes, which were not very energetic, had a gleam ejaculated in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly and said, "If you are smart, go back to the military headquarters to arrange a position for him, so that the guards will be easily solved. But I don't think you are so smart. My country has become like this now, and it's all caused by you, the self-righteous guys. The descendants of the five heroes? The country no longer needs it. It's time to find someone to come out and clean up the garbage."

The guard walked in front, and Wuming followed quietly. What could he learn in a month? Wuming didn't know, but only knew that Knight Gerry said that he had studied for so many years and finally felt a trace of fighting spirit in his body.

The inner city of the palace is a huge place. Wuming silently remembered the way he came, walked through several courtyards and came to a very wide mansion and stopped in front of a mansion with a vast area.

"Get in, you can learn from anyone with this waist card."

Wuming took the waist sign and walked into the mansion, and found that there were dozens of small courtyards inside the mansion, each courtyard seemed to live alone.

Unlike the outside world, the courtyard of every family here will not be closed and locked, and the gate of every courtyard is open.

Wuming walked straight into a yard closest to him, where a middle-aged man was guiding four young men to practice swords.

"Hello, I'm here to learn." Wuming no longer looked at the situation in other yards and took out his waist card.

"Universal style waist card?" The middle-aged man looked Wuming up and down and turned around and said, "It turns out that he was holding a waist card for the back door. Well, what do you want to learn?"

Walking through the back door? Wuming was too lazy to explain: "The strongest one."

"The strongest?" The middle-aged man shook his head without even looking back: "Another ignorant guy. What kind of fighting spirit do you practice? Show me the performance."

"I can't fight." Wuming's voice was still as calm as before.

The middle-aged man looked back at Wuming in surprise: "I can't fight the qi? Then what sword do you learn? Forget it, I will teach you two basic fighting spirits first. You can experience it a few days before you talk about it."

Wuming carefully wrote down the formulas and practice methods of Dou Qi. He found an empty room and lived in it. He did not leave the room for several days. Except for eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating, all the time was spent experiencing the fighting Qi that middle-aged people said.

After three days, Wuming came to the middle-aged man again.

"I can't understand what you said about fighting spirit."

"Can't you understand it?" The middle-aged man looked at Wuming with some curiosity: "Have you tried both sets of cultivation methods?"

Wuming nodded calmly: "Nothing feels."

"Impossible! Unless it is a waste body, you can feel at least a very weak fighting spirit." The middle-aged man put his hand on Wuming's forehead, and a red light emanated from his palm.

After a short while, the middle-aged man shook his head regretfully: "You are really unlucky. You are a natural useless body and cannot cultivate fighting spirit. Swordsman, knight, and fighter, these three schools that require fighting spirit as auxiliary. You can give up. Go and learn magic and take a look."

Wuming nodded quietly and turned around and left the yard. The middle-aged man behind him said with a pity: "Such a good physique is actually a useless body. What a pity..."

After a few turns, Wuming came to the yard of a magician and stayed for another three days.

"It's a pity that your body is a special body that cannot learn magic. I think you still..."

Wuming nodded quietly and walked out of the magician's yard. He was told twice in a row that he could not study. Wuming felt a little uncomfortable, and wandered around the mansion aimlessly, and unknowingly came to the door of the most conspicuous huge building in the mansion.

This largest courtyard is not closed like other courtyards. Unlike other places, there are only a few white-bearded old men here, frowning and thinking around a pile of seemingly ancient books, arguing with each other from time to time, and then falling into deep thought.
Chapter completed!