Chapter 1272

"Travel?"

Zhu wucai said with a confused face, "didn't master Yun go to join the martial arts?"

"Martial arts meeting?"

Ding Ning opened her mouth in shock. "How could she go to the martial arts meeting?"

"Don't you know? The martial arts meeting is held every three years, which is related to the division of interests of various underground forces in Jiangnan Road. In the past, when the Qin family was still there, the Qin family sent representatives to participate. But this year, the Qin family disappeared, and the underground forces in Ninghai were headless. If the seventh Prince's residence wanted to replace it, it wanted to participate in the martial arts meeting on behalf of the whole Ninghai. Of course, other local forces didn't want to, so they went to the meeting When we get to Yunye, we want Qingyun security to compete on behalf of the whole Ninghai. "

Zhu wucai said eloquently, "Lord Yun didn't want to meddle in this business, but he couldn't watch the seventh Prince's house as an external force representing Ninghai, so he negotiated with the seventh Prince's house. As a result, he fought when he didn't agree."

"Fighting?"

Ding Ning frowned. After the establishment of Qingyun security, he has never done anything harmful. He has a high reputation among the people. Even the government holds a supportive attitude. Strictly speaking, it is no longer an underground force.

Now Qingyun security has clashed with the seventh Prince's residence for the number of entries, and will be involved in the struggle of underground forces again. This is a situation he doesn't want to see.

"Well, the fight started. The strength of the seventh Prince's residence was unexpectedly strong. Finally, he tied with us. Lord Yun had to decide to compete with them on behalf of Ninghai."

Zhu wucai blamed himself and said, "it's my fault that I didn't know the real strength of the seven kings house in advance."

"Wait, what did you say? It's even?"

Ding Ning's face suddenly became strange. Although Qingyun security was rarely in charge after its establishment, but before going to Kunpeng world, Qingyun security was the strongest armed force in his hand. How could he fail to win a small seven King's residence?

"Yes, it's even. There's an old man in the seventh Prince's residence who is very powerful. Even brother Xia Hou didn't win."

As the assistant to the president of Qingyun security and the leader of the black mouse intelligence organization, Zhu wucai naturally knows Xia Hou, the first expert in the name of Qingyun security.

Ding Ning is a little confused. Although Xia Hou's strength is nothing to him now, it can be regarded as one of the best experts in the whole Qingyun security. Unexpectedly, there are experts in the seventh Prince's residence that can make him helpless. It seems that the seventh Prince's residence is also a hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

"Isn't this year's martial arts competition postponed to the 18th of this month? Today is only the 12th. What kind of laoshizi martial arts competition are you going to participate in now?"

Ding Ning immediately thought that due to the quota problem of Tongtian secret place this year, the martial arts meeting has been postponed to the 18th, and the specification has risen to the international scope. What meeting does Ling Yun attend now?

"This seems to be because this year's martial arts meeting is different from previous years. This time, not only Jiangnan Road, but also Jianghu roads in other provinces will hold a martial arts meeting tomorrow. It seems to be promoted by 17 games. We should select some experts from Jianghu roads in various provinces and give them great benefits and rewards."

Although Zhu wucai is the leader of the intelligence organization, she still has no access to the intelligence of Tongtian secret territory at her level, so she doesn't know much about the inside story.

As soon as Ding Ning heard it, he immediately understood the fact that the number of people entering the secret realm of Tongtian is limited, and there are also restrictions on the realm of cultivation. Naturally, the more the number of people in the ancient martial arts world, the better. It's not enough.

But it's embarrassing for the national martial arts community. After all, there are few people who can reach the master level in the national martial arts community. Even if there are only two or three hundred places in the national martial arts community, it may not be enough.

In desperation, the imperial scholar's office had to hold a national martial arts meeting in advance, which was equivalent to an audition. It wanted to gather enough masters.

Of course, it is impossible for the Imperial Academy to do such a thing in person. It can only be handed over to its 17 bureaus to promote it.

Ding Ning felt sorry for the imperial palace. With a population of more than one billion, China could not even get together hundreds of masters. This must be said to be a great sadness.

"OK, I know. By the way, is the martial arts meeting still held in Gusu?"

Although Ding Ning understood what was going on, he still felt very uneasy.

He couldn't figure out why they couldn't get in touch. Even if they went to cheer for Lingyun, they wouldn't turn off all of them, right? Moreover, Suzhou is so close to Ninghai that it is impossible to fly there. It makes no sense to turn off the mobile phone.

"Well, it's still in Gusu."

Zhu wucai replied positively.

Ding Ning nodded, turned and left. He was worried and planned to go to Gusu immediately to see what was going on.

"Little... Little Lord!"

Zhu wucai suddenly shouted timidly behind his back.

"What's the matter? Anything else?"

Ding Ning stopped and looked back. He asked strangely.

Zhu wucai blushed and dodged a little: "young Lord, can you give me the phone number of your friend called Ningding?"

"What? What can I do for him?"

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"No... no, he once helped me. I'd like to invite him to dinner and thank him."

Zhu wucai felt that his mind had been seen through, and said in a panic.

"Oh, I helped you too. Why didn't I see you invite me to dinner? I'm hiding from me everywhere."

Ding Ning said with a narrow face.

"I... little Lord... I..."

Zhu wucai's face was red and bleeding. He hung his head. Si Aiai couldn't speak for a long time.

Ding Ning had something in mind and was not in the mood to tease her again. He stretched out his fingers to frivolously provoke her delicate chin and pretended to be vicious: "remember, you are my maid. Don't like other men, even Ning Ding can't."

Zhu wucai was pale and clenched his lower lip. His eyes darkened bit by bit. There were tears in his eyes. The flowers swirled around like mosquitoes.

Ding Ning saw that she was sad to cry, and immediately rubbed her head: "well, I'm kidding you. He's not in Ninghai now. I'll ask him out for you when he comes back."

"Yes!"

Zhu wucai replied in a low mood. Now she just felt that Ding Ning was moody and couldn't figure out which of his words was true and which was false. She thought he was just fooling herself.

"Well, you can't believe my words. It's strange. Isn't my young master more handsome than Ning Ding?"

Ding Ning shook his head and muttered funny, turned and walked away.

Zhu wucai whispered, "you are more handsome than him, but in my heart, he is the most handsome one."

Ding Ning's divine knowledge was clear. He rubbed his temples with a headache and thought shamelessly. He didn't expect that he could get girls even if he was so ugly. Sure enough, no one could stop his charm.

Back to Sheng shihuating, Ding Ning picked up the charging mobile phone and found a call in the 17th Bureau during this period, which made him feel very embarrassed.

Since he became the director of the 17th Bureau, he has never been there. He has completely become the shopkeeper. The most extreme thing is that in Kunpeng world these days, he has called him dozens of times in the 17th Bureau. He saw it before, but because he was worried about his sister, they have returned.

Now people are calling again. He has to call back.

"Little martial uncle, your phone is too difficult to call, isn't it?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhang Heping's sad voice came.

Ding Ningshan explained: "sorry, I went into the mountains and forests to collect medicine some time ago. My mobile phone has no signal. I just got home today and found that my mobile phone has no power. I put it in my bedroom to charge. I just saw your call."

"Oh, I see."

Zhang Heping knew that Ding Ning was a traditional Chinese medicine, and it was reasonable to go into the mountains to collect medicine, but he had no doubt.

"Zhang Ju, what can I do for you?"

Ding Ning knew that there were many loopholes in his words. He didn't give him the opportunity to think carefully and immediately went straight to the point.

"Oh, that's right, little martial uncle. Have you heard about the martial arts meeting to be held in Gusu tomorrow?"

Zhang Heping did not beat around the Bush and asked directly.

"Well, I heard a little, but I don't know exactly what the situation is."

Ding Ning said quietly.

"Here's the thing..."

With Zhang Heping's statement, Ding Ning's previous speculation was confirmed.

This time, the martial arts general assembly and the imperial Shifu gave a very high reward to lure those masters who don't like to appear in public to become famous, so as to compete for places to enter the Tongtian secret territory.

Originally, guwu and Guowu had reached an agreement to divide the quota, but due to the strong protest of foreign fighters, they had to reallocate the quota by means of martial arts competition.

In fact, the imperial palace is well aware of the dangers in the secret territory of Tongtian. Before, it was not too concerned about entering the quota. It was even eager to have no quota.

However, Guowu represents the face of Guoshi mansion. If the quota is too small, Guoshi mansion will have no face in the international martial arts circle.

Therefore, the Imperial College had to make such a bad decision, hold the martial arts meeting in various regions in advance, select the master level strong people to participate in the international martial arts meeting on the 18th, and strive to win some places that would not embarrass the Imperial College.

Ding Ning also knew that the ancient martial arts world rarely appeared in public and generally practiced in their own sects. In the international martial arts world, the imperial scholar's office represented the face of the martial arts world of China.

It would be fine if the foreign fighters did not participate, but now that they have participated, the matter has risen to a height related to the face of China. Even if the imperial scholar's office is no longer willing to seize the quota to enter Tongtian secret territory, it will have to compete, otherwise it will be ridiculed by the Western martial arts circles.

After all, Ding Ning is the director of the 17th Bureau of Ninghai. This time, the 17th Bureau of Ninghai is fully responsible for the martial arts meeting of Jiangnan Road. Zhang Heping must report to him and ask him whether he will attend the martial arts meeting tomorrow.

If it were usual, Ding Ning would not attend the martial arts meeting he despised at all, but now Ling Yun is fighting on behalf of half of the underground forces in Ninghai. He must go to cheer.

Although Zhang Heping was a little surprised, he was still very happy. Since he served as the director of the 17th Bureau, this little martial uncle hasn't even shown his face once. It's really unreliable. The members of the 17th Bureau were extremely dissatisfied and talked behind their backs.

If it weren't for Ding Ning's background, these guys might not be able to say anything hard to obey.

Although the Secretary's delegation of power is a good thing, the other two deputy directors are not satisfied. Now they are united to control power and crowd him out everywhere, making it difficult for him to stand alone, and life is difficult.

So now Zhang Heping wants Ding Ning to show up in the Bureau and support him to make the two deputy directors converge.

After meeting in the 17th inning tomorrow and driving to Suzhou, Ding Ning hung up the phone. Who knows, just hung up, Zhang Heping called again. Ding Ning thought things had changed. After connecting, he asked strangely, "what's the matter?"