"Well, sort of."
Ding Ning said ambiguously, thinking that Ancient Warriors were much easier to explain than superpowers.
But Qiu Hong's next words made him depressed again, "You are an Ancient Warrior, why didn't you join the Bureau of Religions?"
"Bureau of Religions? I don't believe in religions. Why do I join the Bureau of Religions? "
Ding Ning was confused and asked suspiciously.
Qiu Hong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It turned out that the black masked man was an unorthodox Ancient Warrior. Otherwise, how could he not know the rules of Ancient Warriors entering the secular world?
She immediately explained to him patiently, and Ding Ning finally understood why Ancient Warriors had to join the Bureau of Religions.
It turned out that most Ancient Warriors concentrated on cultivation and lived in seclusion, but there were also Ancient Warriors who wanted to travel the secular world for various reasons, and even set up their own businesses in the secular world.
But chivalrous people broke the law with martial arts, and Ancient Warriors had skills far beyond ordinary people. Without the constraints of the law, they fought with ordinary people, which caused a very bad impact.
Of course, the government of China would not allow such a thing to happen, so the government made an agreement with the major sects of the ancient martial world.
All Ancient Warriors who wanted to travel in the secular world must join the State Bureau of Religions, so that it was convenient to file and manage them and prevent them from using force to hurt ordinary people without authorization.
Once there was an uncontrollable Ancient Warrior, the state had the right to ask the major sects of the ancient martial world to kill him without mercy.
After decades of exploration and regulation, the Bureau of Religions also established an effective set of laws specifically for Ancient Warriors.
The three most important and core rules were: First, Ancient Warriors must accept the supervision of the Bureau of Religions, and must not fight with ordinary people for no reason; second, the fight between Ancient Warriors must not affect ordinary people; third, when the state needed, Ancient Warriors had the obligation to help the state carry out tasks.
Once Ding Ning's situation was known by the Bureau of Religions, there were only two ways to go. One was to join the Bureau of Religions and accept the supervision and management of the state; the other was to be hunted by the Ancient Warriors registered in the Bureau of Religions.
Ding Ning's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Whether it was superpower or ancient martial arts, he belonged to the scope that needed to be regulated. This area was so dangerous.
Fortunately, in order to repay his kindness, Qiu Hong and Dafei swore that they would keep his secret and never betray him.
Of course, even if they betrayed him, Ding Ning was not afraid. once he took off the bio-simulated skin, he would just be a graduate student of the Medical College of Ninghai University.
But of course, he would not miss the opportunity. He humbly asked Qiu Hong about the levels of ancient martial arts.
Qiu Hong was confused. She didn't know what the black masked man was doing. Was he a beast-controlling superpower or an Ancient Warrior?
How could he not even know the most basic things? He was completely a wild fellow. No wonder he was so naive and bold, daring to cover his face and run over to help the weak.
Qiu Hong did not hide anything and explained to him in detail the classification of Ancient Warriors.
The so-called Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners were different from the Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners of modern society. They practiced their Vital Qi and had a strong dependence on the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Therefore, most of them hid in inaccessible and unpolluted places, absorbing the pitiful Spiritual Qi to advance.
The levels were divided into five stages: Human Martial Arts Realm, Xuan Martial Arts Realm, Earth Martial Arts Realm, Sky Martial Arts Realm and Real Martial Arts Realm.
Due to the thinning of the earth's Spiritual Qi and the practitioner's own aptitude and comprehension, the Ancient Warriors who could practice to the Earth Martial Arts Realm were second to none powerhouses.
And those who could cultivate to the Sky Martial Arts Realm were rare geniuses that were hard to come by in a hundred years.
As for the Real Martial Arts Realm, they were basically equivalent to the land immortals. Qiu Hong didn't know whether they existed or not. Maybe they only existed in legends.
She heard that the Ancient Warriors also had a branch of spiritual masters. Their levels were the same as those of the Ancient Warriors. But she didn't know the specific details. After all, spiritual masters were too rare.
Modern Martial Artists and Ancient Martial Artists had two completely different training directions.
Ancient Warriors took the path of Vital Qi, but they had a strong dependence on the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Therefore, nowadays Ancient Warriors rarely walked in the world. There was no other way. The Spiritual Qi in the secular world was too scarce.
Modern Warriors took the path of internal cultivation of Qi and external cultivation of muscles, bones, and skin, which was the so-called Hard Qigong and Internal Boxing.
They constantly refined their muscles and bones, constantly broke through the human body's limits, developed the human body's treasures, and achieved the effect of prolonging life and strengthening the body.
Although it was not comparable with the powerful cultivation effect of the Ancient Warriors, the advantage was that it had its own system and got rid of the dependence on the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Modern Warriors also had their own classification of levels. They were generally divided into five levels: S, A, B, C, and D.
Those who were a little stronger than the average person in terms of physical fitness, strength, and some martial arts were D-level warriors. Ordinary soldiers and athletes could reach this level.
C-level warriors were equivalent to the level of ordinary special forces soldiers. B-level warriors were equivalent to the level of elite special forces soldiers. A-level warriors were equivalent to the level of the King of Soldiers. This level was also known as Master Warriors.
S-level warriors were amazing. They were known as Martial Arts Grandmasters. They practiced both internal and external cultivation. They could completely establish their own sect.
Of course, the classification of modern Warriors was very vague. It was not as clear as in the Ancient Warriors. Specifically, it was reflected in comprehensive aspects such as strength, reaction, speed, defense, explosive power, endurance, recovery, fighting skills, and so on.
Therefore, some very funny phenomena often occurred. For example, B-level warriors were very strong but very slow. When they encountered C-level warriors who were fast, it was very likely that they could not even touch the opponent's skin. After exhausting their strength, they would be KO-ed by the C-level warriors. Such things happened from time to time.
Only when one reached the level of A-level warriors, his comprehensive strength in all aspects was very balanced, or he was very outstanding in one aspect, would he not be defeated by lower-level warriors who were at a higher level.
It was said that there were two levels above S-level grandmasters: SS-level Great Grandmasters and SSS-level Martial Gods.
Martial Gods had broken through the human body's limits, and their combat capability could be compared with the Ancient Warriors in the Real Martial Realm. But no one knew whether it was true or not. Anyway, Qiu Hong had only heard of it and had never seen it.
After asking for advice modestly, Ding Ning felt that it was very beneficial. His strength was speed, strength, reaction, and defense, but his strongest point was his fighting skills.
After all, he had been hunting with his Third Master in the deep mountains since he was five years old, and he could fight with beasts alone when he was ten years old. Coupled with his amazing bladesmanship and the experience of life and death, his fighting skills had almost become a primitive instinct.
Even the most picky Great Master's father often praised him for his almost beast-like fighting instinct and that he was a born warrior.
After getting the information he wanted to know, Ding Ning waved his hand and said goodbye to them. He asked them to hide quickly in case they were found by Violent Dragon again.
Now, Qiu Hong did not hide anymore. She told Dafei her identity. Dafei's expression kept changing, and he finally made a decision.
He was willing to go with Qiu Hong to meet her boss and help find out the force behind Deng Nine-Finger, but the condition was that he must do his best to ensure the safety of his wife.
But these were not things that Ding Ning needed to care about. After returning to the courtyard in the western suburbs, he happily held the little maid in his arms and fell into a deep sleep. Early in the morning, he rushed to school and began a new life of study.
In order to save enough credits, he tried his best and took more than 20 elective courses that he was interested in at the same time.
He immersed himself in the sea of knowledge without any distractions all day, like a dry sponge crazily absorbing water and constantly enriching his knowledge reserve.
In addition to the greeting calls from Ling Yun and Ye Huan, Mr. Hu also called him to inform him that the admission ticket for the Physician Qualification Examination had been prepared for him. He asked Mr. Jia to bring it to him and asked him to study hard for the exam on the 13th.
In addition, Mr. Jia had arranged for someone to send the strength meter to him and Mr. Zhang. He had already gathered his apprentices for training. After the training, they would carry out the preliminary clinical trial on the patients.
Ding Ning told him that he must record all the treatment processes of all the patients and keep their detailed information, which would be helpful for the approval and patent application in the later stage.
Mr. Hu naturally agreed and asked Ding Ning in detail about some precautions. Then he hung up the phone excitedly and began to teach his apprentices.
When people devoted themselves to doing one thing, time always passed unconsciously. When Ding Ning was still immersed in the book, Mu Yanran sent him an address.
At seven o 'clock in the evening, Ding Ning arrived at Caidie Pavilion in Ninghai Xintiandi on time. After parking the car, he saw Mu Yanran was already waiting in front of the door.
"Sister, are you anxious?" Ding Ning hurried forward and asked with a smile.
"Don't worry, the time is just right."
Mu Yanran looked him up and down. Seeing that his clothes were still no more than 300 yuan, she did not know whether to laugh or cry. She said, "What did you do with so much money? Why didn't you buy some decent clothes?"
"Isn't this good? Pure cotton, absorbs sweat, and is comfortable to wear. "
Ding Ning was not particular about his clothes, as long as they were clean and comfortable.
"I should wear formal clothes to attend the dinner to show respect to the host. Besides, clothes make the man, so I look more handsome in good clothes."
Mu Yanran obviously received a good family education and cared about this very much.
Ding Ning curled his lips and joked with some disapproval. "I, your brother, am born beautiful. When I take off my clothes, I look fat, and when I put on my clothes, I look thin. I am already so handsome that beautiful women want to marry me. If I dress up, other men will become single dogs."
"You are so shameless. Just try your best to make fun of me."
Mu Yanran felt funny and rolled her eyes. She did not dare to agree with his narcissism.
"Besides, it depends on who I respect. Wang Xianghua is such a trash. You want me to respect him? No way."
Ding Ning did not hide his disgust for Wang Xianghua. Looking at Mu Yanran's extremely beautiful face, he smiled mischievously and said, "When you take me home to meet your parents one day, I will dress up carefully and dazzle the eyes of those people who are pursuing you."
Mu Yanran's face darkened, and she pinched him angrily. "In your dreams. Take you to meet my parents. Who are you to me?"
"I am your brother. Is there something wrong with you taking your brother to meet your parents?"
Seeing her gloomy face, Ding Ning knew that he might have accidentally touched her sore spot again. He did not dare to tease her and take advantage of her, so he quickly changed his words.
"There is nothing wrong with me. Well, you are always shameless. Let's go in!"
Mu Yanran's face looked a little better. She helped him tidy up his clothes and walked into the restaurant.
Ding Ning walked side by side with her, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Mu Yanran never mentioned her family. Just now, when she mentioned meeting her parents, she obviously looked gloomy. Did she have a bad relationship with her family? Or had her parents passed away?
It seemed that this sister still had a lot of things hidden in her heart. If there was a chance, he must understand her.
After entering Caidie Pavilion, Mu Yanran consciously took Ding Ning's arm. Although she consciously kept her full chest away from his arm, the envious eyes of the people around and the faint body fragrance from her body still made Ding Ning feel a sense of achievement. He subconsciously straightened his back and was in high spirits.
"Yanran, you are here. This is?"
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