The weather is clear at noon.

There are still three days before the opening date of the martial arts conference.

According to the original plan, Wang Wu planned to take advantage of this time to go to the government office west of the city to report for preparation.

As mentioned earlier, the martial arts conference in this world was jointly organized by the imperial court and the martial arts world.

So no matter who wants to participate in the competition, you must go to the local yamen to register your identity and explain some information by the way.

At the same time, the painters in the yamen will also help you draw a bust based on your appearance.

This painting will also be posted on the notice wall of the venue at that time to indicate the competition and the general information of the participating parties.

Don't worry about whether the painter can draw it well.

Although the martial arts conference will attract many people from the martial arts world to watch, there will not be many contestants who are really preparing to participate.

For example, the threshold for the selection of the Talent is first-class, except for one or two people recommended by all major sects.

Other rangers who choose to participate by themselves probably won’t be as high as 300.

After all, although first-class masters are placed in wealthy families, they may only be at the upper level in the middle.

Even the personal disciples and local deacons are almost all in this state.

But in the entire world, it is also a real number one person.

Otherwise, how could he be called a first-class expert?

Not anywhere can you have as rich resources as famous families.

A first-class person can almost be obtained from the world's greatest.

The world is dangerous, and they also have the capital to set out to explore.

What's more, talent will also limit the age of the contestants.

So if you ask three or two painters, it is enough to draw those who come to sign up.

As for the Hero Society, if you want to step on the stage used by these people to compete, you must be a top master at the start.

Without thinking about it, you can know how many people will be able to participate.

It is probably more than enough to arrange a painter.

Fortunately, out of the court's respect for this Jianghu event.

For those who sign up for the martial arts conference, as long as you are not a serious crime of unforgivable crime, no one from the government will come to you during the competition.

Only when the competition is over will the official officer settle the matter with these people one by one again.

This is also the main reason why Wang Wu dares to be so "blatant".

She didn't kill anyone or set fire. No matter how she thought, she probably couldn't stand the title of a repeat offender (confident).

Although she wouldn't have been sentenced lightly, she wouldn't have been sentenced lightly.

...

In front of the government office in Luoyang, when Wang Wu arrived with Guan Yuezhi and Xiao Jin, many people had gathered outside the place.

One of them was walking from inside to outside, and Wang Wu also knew him because they were all wearing a bare head.

"Hey, Master Guiming, you are here too."

Looking at the person leading the opponent, Wang Wu smiled and said hello.

This wave of people belong to Shaolin Temple. Wang Wu's master once took her to live in Shaolin Temple for a while, so she met some of them.

The common monk in front of Pi Ru was the master of chanting in Shaolin, and his Dharma name was Guiming.

At the same time, he was also the younger brother of this generation of Shaolin abbot. He was taught by a master and his martial arts skills were only a little worse than his senior brother.

Maybe he is in the middle stage of the peak. Unfortunately, due to his age, there should be no possibility of breaking through to the late stage of the peak.

"Donald?"

Hearing Wang Wu's voice, Monk Guiming stopped, then carefully identified the person who came forward before calling out uncertainly.

This is not a fault for his poor memory, but rather that the disciples of the Beggar Gang didn't pick it up, and most of them were just those few.

Even if Wang Wu was not a woman and his martial arts cultivation was not special enough, he might not be able to recognize him.

"It's me, I haven't seen you for so many years, you still remember me."

Thinking about the last time, when he left Shaolin, he was only sixteen years old, and Wang Wu couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Three years passed in a blink of an eye.

"Haha, donor Wang was a 'storm' in my Shaolin back then, so why can't I remember it?"

Gui Ming's personality is much more open-minded than his senior brother, so he occasionally makes a few jokes.

Although Wang Wu is really embarrassed to hear the four words "State" and "State" characters."

"It's so bad, it's all the time. Master, why do you still mention it?"

He grabbed the back of his head awkwardly. Wang Wufang seemed to remember something, turned around and introduced to the two people behind him.

"Oh by the way, they are two friends I met on the way, Guan Yuezhi Guan and Xiao Jinjin. Both of them, Master Guiming from Shaolin Temple, can be said to be an old senior in the world."

"So that's it, the little woman has met the mage."

Just a rough look at Gui Ming's appearance, Guan Yuezhi had already bowed slightly and gave a small gift.

Xiao Jin was always silent, and followed Guan Yuezhi to bend over, but had no intention of speaking.

Although such an attitude is not too rude, it is definitely not respectful enough.

Fortunately, Gui Ming doesn't care about these people.

He just smiled at the two of them and then clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, I am just a few years old. I dare not call myself a senior, and I don't have to be too polite to the two donors."

After saying hello, Gui Ming re-faced Wang Wu.

"Speaking of this, donor Wang, are you here to participate in the Heroes Club? It seems that this time the Beggars' Sect is deliberately boosting their reputation?"

As he said this, he turned his head and smiled at a middle-aged monk behind him.

The monk was a stick monk among the bronze men guarding the temple in Shaolin. He had a competition with Wang Wu, who had just entered the extreme realm.

When I saw the small dilapidated house in front of me, I seemed to have recalled some past events, and the middle-aged monk's mouth also twitched.

"Ah no."

However, the next moment, Wang Wu shook his head and looked sideways at the government office gate, which was gradually increasing.

"I'm here to participate in the Talent Association and plan to sign up for myself. Oh, I almost forgot the main business after chatting with you. Everyone, please give me your name first, so I won't miss the time for lunch again."

After saying that, Wang Wu took Guan Yuezhi and Xiao Jin to the government office.

And the Shaolin monks stood silently.

After a while, Gui Ming seemed to have come back to his senses and asked another monk behind him.

"What did the donor just say?"

The monk who was asked smiled bitterly and lowered his head and replied.

"She said she came to participate in the Talent Association."

“…”

"Isn't this bullying?" Gui Ming immediately cursed.

"Who can withstand her troubles with a group of young young people in Talent?"

"But her age is indeed not twenty-five..."

The monk standing behind him opened his mouth, and for a while, he had to remind him helplessly.

He understood that his chanting master was old and had a little unclear mind, so he had to take care of him.

"Leyin." Gui Ming ignored him at all, and then said to a young monk in the team.

"If you meet that female overlord later, just admit defeat and don't fight with her, ah. If you break your body, it's all our own, it's not worth it."

"But Master Second, this is not in line with the rules."

"Obe obedient, you were still practicing with your master in the back mountain, and you never saw her take action. Just do what I said. Your master will not blame you."

“…”

"Oh, Brother Guiming, you are here too."

With a full voice of greeting sounded.

On the streets in the distance, Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain also arrived at the scene.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Zhengxuan? You are so old and you are still out of the mountain to wander around."

"Where are, I'm in good spirits, but you have a pale complexion, so you have to pay attention to your health."

"Brother Zhengxuan, what you said is not right. By the way, my junior nephew, who must be able to win the top name of the Talent this time. It's true that you Wudang Mountain has many talents, which is enviable."

"Hahaha, the words are so serious. Zhongming, come on, I have seen you, Master Guiming, this time, you need to take care of your talent, because Junior Brother is."

In front of the yamen, there was a "fairy and sarcasm".
Chapter completed!