No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 144: Exposed in person

Qingcheng Lin Family

"Dad, what a fool Lin Yi is. He hasn't even sent a letter to our family yet. It's like he disappeared out of thin air. There's no news from him. Yiran, I can't eat or drink. I'm so worried..."

As Lin Ping spoke, he stood up and paced back and forth on the quiet path in the Lin family's secret realm, pouring out his grievances to Lin Zhonghan.

The carefree attitude he had in the past has now been restrained a lot. At this moment, his brows are slightly furrowed, and his face is filled with worry and anxiety.

Lin Zhonghan listened to his son's words quietly, his heart was filled with worries, but he still poured Lin Ping a cup of tea and comforted him:

"Didn't I say that? Beiyuan, there is no signal to transmit the message, so no news is the best news."

In fact, he had always hoped that Lin Yi could be admitted to Di Xin, which was safe enough.

But the disadvantages are also very obvious, that is, the imperial capital and Qingcheng are too close to each other. Once there is any disturbance in Qingcheng, given the temperament of the youngest boy, he is very likely to return to Qingcheng at all costs.

In comparison, although choosing Wushen Wuda means an uncertain future and a high risk of death, fortunately it is far enough away from Qingcheng that the youngest boy cannot even receive any news from Qingcheng.

Of course, this also means that they may never see each other again until the end of their lives...

Fortunately, fortunately the person has been sent there and there is no chance of returning. Otherwise, how could he bear to leave?

"Then there's no more news." Lin Ping sighed and lowered his head helplessly.

Lin Ping knew that what his father said was true. No news was often a symbol of peace and security. That was the best university, and it was also the place where his father studied, although his father did not graduate successfully.

But despite this, he couldn't suppress his worries and asked his father softly:

"Dad... In the past two weeks alone, there has been one more crack. How much time do we have left? I'm really worried that I might never see that brat again..."

Lin Zhonghan's hand holding the tea trembled slightly, but soon returned to normal.

He did not directly answer Lin Ping's question, but asked in return:

"Have you found any outstanding students among the high school students in Qingcheng? This time, the martial arts students in our school shined in Qingcheng! After all, the good students in Qingcheng should be selected by No. 1 Middle School first, right?"

"Well... that's right! It hasn't been long since then, but the gate of our No. 1 Middle School is already crowded with people. The students and parents who came here to see us are so enthusiastic.

Not only are there people from Qingcheng, but also many from the capital. People from far away are on their way and have already called to reserve a spot."

While Lin Yi was speaking, he tried to calm himself down:

"Our No. 1 Middle School has tripled its enrollment plan this time. In addition, the education department has given us various scholarships and preferential policies. Even the colleges and universities in the imperial capital are not inferior to us."

Lin Zhonghan took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Great! This time, you little bastard finally got something done."

"Uh, Dad, I'm already a grown man, and you still call me a bastard..."

"Don't want to listen? Then get out! The farther the better!"

Lin Ping was too lazy to listen to the old man's angry words, so he stood up and left: "This is my home, no matter where I go, I will come back. Just pretend that I didn't ask anything just now, there's no point in yelling at me!"

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Imperial Capital, Central Conference Hall

On the huge conference table, except for the main seat which was vacant, there were 12 people seated, 10 of whom were ninth-grade masters.

The remaining two: one is the only ninth-grade medicine king in China today, and the other is an eighth-grade mid-stage warrior, the eldest son of King Sun Wu, and now the vice-president of Di Xin Martial Arts University, Sun Chenghong.

A man with half-white hair but high spirits sitting at the side finally expressed his opinion: "For a long time, we have given Wushen Wu Da too much power. I think it is necessary to moderately take back some of it."

"Oh? Then Marshal Wang, I'd like to hear which part you plan to take back?

Did Lord Wushen personally grant all teachers and students of Wushen Martial Arts University the right to obey orders but not announcements?

The supreme command authority of the "Black Ice Platform" that is responsible for intelligence, planning, and dismantling (including infiltration, sneak attacks, assassinations, etc.)?

The "Wu De Si" that monitors city lords in various places, prevents them from raising their own troops, and is responsible for punishing officials who usurp the throne?

Cancel the "Never-Sleeping People" who linger at various entrances to the abyss, keep a close eye on suspicious individuals, and protect the human race from being infiltrated by foreigners?

Or should we take back the signature that only obeys Lord Wushen and has the veto power over the appointment and dismissal of officials?"

Although Sun Chenghong was sitting at the last seat in the hall, he was the first one to speak.

The president of Dixin Wuda University, that is, his second brother Sun Yinghong, has been staying in Diyuan all year round and is unable to spare time for other tasks, which has invisibly significantly improved the status and influence of the vice president.

Otherwise, he would not be able to sit in this chair based on his ability and qualifications.

Of course, if we really want to delve into the background, who among those sitting in this conference room can say that Sun Chenghong is not on an equal footing with others?

"Sun Chenghong, stop confusing people here!"

Wang Yongchang inherited his father's position and served as the commander of the North China Navy; however, the term "little marshal" mentioned by Sun Chenghong obviously did not mean any praise.

"What am I confused about? Marshal Wang? Didn't you say you wanted to take back some of the power of the Martial God and the Martial Master? I'm just asking, what do you want to take back? Is there something wrong with it?"

"I just made it clear that I think it is necessary to take back some power moderately.

But you keep saying that it is a department that was authorized and established by Lord Wushen himself. This is nothing more than provoking and questioning my original intention and loyalty for the country! Isn't this confusing? "

"Then tell me, what do you want to take back? Tell us so that we can hear it!"

“As far as the military regions are concerned, the previously established regulations stipulate that students in the third year and above and graduates of Wushen Wuda can freely travel in various military regions with their identity badges.

As for the military authority they can obtain, it is divided according to their personal strength, and they can at least enjoy the military authority of the general level. "

"So you want to take it back?"

"This power is too great. In recent years, the number of graduates from Wushen Wuda has been decreasing year by year, and the third-year students are only in their early twenties.

Even though they are geniuses, sixth or seventh rank warriors, given their young age, I feel they are not qualified for such a heavy responsibility and mission!"

Although Wang Yongchang did not directly mention the recall in his words, every sentence revealed his disagreement with the regulation and his confidence.

"Marshal Wang, this rule has been in place for a hundred years. Do you find it difficult to carry out the regulation now?

This rule is older than you, isn't it? To put it bluntly, isn't it because the ninth-grade masters of Wushen Wuda are about to die out? That's why you dare to open your mouth? "

Wang Yongchang was exposed in front of everyone and he slammed the table in anger. With a loud "bang", a clear palm print immediately appeared on the conference table made of antimony silver.

He shouted sternly: "Sun Chenghong! You'd better recognize your identity. You used to be Di Xin's student, and now you are Di Xin's principal!"