"Tournament? What the? At this moment? Tournaments? Are you kidding? ”

Looking at the invitation that Fang had just sent to his hotel, Fukong thought that he had received an invitation to a banquet, and no matter how bad it was, it might be that the young lady took a fancy to him again and secretly sent Qiubo.

This kind of thing is garbage in his eyes, and he throws it all in the trash.

But I didn't expect today's garbage to seem to be a little extra energetic.

I read it again to make sure I was not mistaken, and the look of doubt on Fukong's face still did not fade.

He can understand the martial arts competition itself, at most he thinks that in this era of weakened martial arts, there are still people who have the heart to hold a martial arts competition.

But the problem is that this point in time is a little too funny.

Now it's a war against foreign countries, and it's a war against foreign aggression.

At this time, he either ignored the outside world and refused to be born, or he went out of battle out of his family and country feelings, and used his martial arts to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

Why can't I think of the reason for holding a Raushzi martial arts competition at this time, wasting manpower? Could it be that the war has improved recently, so everyone has begun to have this kind of leisure? But how did he not know about it?

If someone else sent it, he would still bother to throw it into the trash.

But the invitation came from the top of the dynasty.

In other words, it is officially organized......

Fukong's sharp eyes looked at the messenger in front of him, the implicit oppression made this messenger sweat profusely, although he is also a messenger with kung fu, and he is especially good at light exercises, but even if it is a dynasty messenger in front of Fukong, it is a dish.

"If there is only this letter, there is no suitable explanation, and my next trip is probably to return to Beijing immediately." Fokon threw the invitation on the table in front of him.

"Actually, this is propaganda and mobilization!" The messenger replied with some pressure. Back to Beijing? In the tone of this big guy, going back to Beijing at this time is not to go back to retire, but to find someone to confront him!

"Huh?"

"The war is urgent, and the battlefield of the general soldiers has been stabilized, but as long as the Empire's special forces move, the balance of the battlefield will be directly tilted towards the other party."

"Let me go up early, why are there so many problems." Fukong interjected coldly.

The messenger wiped a cold sweat and restrained his expression: "This matter is not for me to decide. In short, in order to be able to compete with the other party in the transcendent field, the dynasty judged that it was already a little stretched by military training alone, and it coincided with the current chaos of the army, and some so-called 'people in the rivers and lakes' took the opportunity to run rampant......"

Speaking of which, Fukong has a general understanding.

To put it bluntly, it is a recruitment conference, relying on official positions and bounties to gather various factors that affect internal stability during the critical period, and even turn into external blades later.

Ideally, a good idea.

"So what do you want me to do with this little fight?" Fur Empty Road.

The messenger secretly wiped his sweat again.

Although it is a tournament held with a purpose, it is held in the name of the dynasty, and it is directly promoted throughout the country, and there is almost no restriction on registration, and under the high welfare, even if the conference is to be held on the battlefield, a considerable number of people will be willing to come.

Where are those people in the rivers and lakes working hard, many people are busy all their lives or for that fame and fortune, and if they have pursuits and sentiments, they still have the reputation of righteous men who protect their families and defend the country.

In this way, it can be said that unless you really insist on recluse, people with lofty ideals from all over the dynasty will come.

Although this kind of person who recruits Anlai is difficult to domesticate in a short time, to put it bluntly, it is still based on ability, and if you don't have the ability, you will die sooner or later, and it won't cost much resources.

A capable person, no matter how unruly he is......

The messenger looked at the Vkhon in front of him.

This is actually a good example.

"You may not have been well-versed in the world for a long time, and you don't have a detailed understanding of your reputation in the outside world. You are a legend in the eyes of those who practice martial arts in the dynasty. Even if you are not a martial artist, as a member of the dynasty, your past outstanding achievements are deafening. If you attend, the prestige of this event will be at the top. The Messenger spoke kindly.

Fukong raised his eyes slightly: "Take me as a signboard?" ”

“…… Ahem. The messenger didn't know what to say.

Because this is indeed the case, the treatment of Fukong by the top can be said to have burned countless brains, and it can only be said that he tries to find things to do for Fukong and does not want him to make big things.

At the beginning, when they were anxious about the war, Fukong instantly settled the trouble, and they almost regarded Fukong as the savior.

But the war was barely stabilized, and after the follow-up thoughts came up, how to deal with Fukong became tricky again.

How can a "martial god" who may become a big bomb at any time in the dynasty not be afraid?

Now the top still wants to drag and suppress Fukong's military exploits, until they and the imperial side hurry up to negotiate peace, and when the war is over, send Fukong back to continue to retire, that is the best.

"It's a lot of thought." Fukong said with some disdain.

This kind of thinking is mostly used in military training and other aspects, and it is not so that if he does not return to the battlefield at the beginning, the dynasty will almost be quickly taken away by a wave of blitzkrieg on the opposite side.

It's been too long.

But really, this reason is quite convincing for Fukong.

He didn't want to really sink too deep into it, and some of the chaos within the dynasty recently did need to be dealt with.

Although Fukong can't remember who said it, there is some truth in the impression of "the outside must first be inside".

But.

He picked up the invitation again: "It's a martial arts tournament, but it seems that even magicians are included." ”

The registration for this "martial arts competition" is open to all kinds of strange people, and it is not directly advertised, only martial artists.

"Drawing on the experience of the empire, I also plan to take this opportunity to promote the status of a group of magicians, and now the voices of large-scale magicians on the rivers and lakes are not small, and they also have the value of wooing."

Fukong was speechless for a while.

In the end, it is not killing two birds with one stone, or even killing three birds with one stone.

So after weighing it, he still said: "I will take the time to go, and you will inform me in advance when the time comes, but I still have to go back to Beijing." ”

The messenger tensed.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to question anyone, I'm tired and want to take this opportunity to take a break, is there a problem?"

"No problem! Absolutely! I'll notify the people below to send you right away! ”

"No, let's finish the nearest field first, I heard that there are imperial magicians on this front, and the general warriors of the dynasty are not opponents combined, and the magicians who can be sent are not as good as people, so it is difficult to deal with it." Fukong shook his head.

The messenger smiled wryly, "Okay, then after this time. ”

Purely as a person in the dynasty, he only admires Fukong, this kind of strong man who cares about his family and country, it is impossible for normal people to hate it, let alone as a messenger, he has heard of countless Fukong's prestige, and even seen Fukong's fighting posture with his own eyes.

It's simply an existence that makes people who practice martial arts fall for it.

It's a pity that the identity of the messenger is here, that is, a middle-of-the-road worker who spreads the word, and can only hide most of his emotions in his heart and maintain restraint.

He saluted and dodged, leaving Fukong's room without a word.

Fukong glanced at the invitation on the table, thought about it, and reached out and swept it into the trash.

(End of chapter)