"call!"
Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his whole body, sat on the chair and closed his eyes.
The explosive voice of the uninvited guest and the slight dissatisfaction of classmate Mu were really very relaxing, and the tension just now dissipated a little.
Countless inexplicable thoughts flashed through Zhao Yang's mind, and he was still a little excited. When he looked up, he saw that Student Mu suddenly turned his head as if he felt something.
He instantly met Classmate Mu's clear eyes.
Zhao Yang: "..."
Mu Qingyun's eyes widened, and he was stunned. He raised his hands to cover his face, and his ears turned red.
Zhao Yang calmed down and hurriedly looked at Xiao Ning, who he said was a 'bodyguard' at first.
Xiao Ning was also obviously embarrassed. She squatted on the top of the rockery, half of her body covered in mud, and her hair was stained with fallen leaves. She said sarcastically: "I really made a move just now, but I'm not as fast as your hidden weapon, Junior Sister Mu."
Zhao Yang thought for a while, and it seemed that Xiao Ning had jumped out just now, but as soon as he hit him, he was knocked away by the man with a stick and fell into the bushes by the artificial lake.
Xiao Ning coughed and sighed: "I'll tell Mr. Qiao later that I won't take the salary, and then I'll get my two senior brothers to work for him for three months in vain."
Mu Qingyun stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
Xiao Ning quickly took out two newspapers from his backpack and stuffed them in: "The descendant of Kunwu Sword Hao Shan has made an appointment with Sun Bing's son of Tai'a Sword to compete freely. Our Wulin Daily has issued a welfare lottery. Two yuan for one Note--"
While talking, Xiao Ning finally 'floated' out of the wall and disappeared, turning back three times step by step.
Mu Qingyun stared at the wall for a few seconds, then turned around and walked to the rockery, gently pulling down the stone carvings on the rockery.
Zhao Yang only heard a click, and a trap door appeared in the southeast. The trap door opened, there was a sound of footsteps, and classmate Mu walked up the stone steps.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Zhao Yang: "..."
After a long silence, Zhao Yang whispered: "Did I discover some secret that I shouldn't know?"
Mu Qingyun said helplessly: "Is that true? Student Zhao, don't think too complicatedly. You really haven't discovered the kind of magical world that needs to be knocked on the wall with a stick to reveal it."
While talking, Mu Qingyun slowly sat down, and Zhao Yang looked at each other in silence for a while.
Naturally, she had not had time to read the short script written by Teacher Xiao Fang. It was said that Mr. Qiao had studied it three or five times. After he finished studying it, the two financial directors of the company suddenly had swollen cheeks and toothaches.
Mr. Qiao was very considerate and gave him three packets of coptis, which was enough for him to boil water and drink for a year and a half.
Mu Qingyun looked at Zhao Yang, silently opened the newspaper in his hand, glanced at it, and simply handed it over.
Mr. Qiao is really generous. For this drama, he actually purchased a newspaper and really wrote about the anecdotes in their circle.
"Many people have practiced martial arts in the Ming Dynasty since ancient times. We also grew up listening to the legend of the hermit master. Even today, there is indeed a 'world' far away from us. I don't know much about it. It seems In their circle, they call themselves the ‘Secret World’? Anyway, the names are not uniform, they are just similar terms.”
"I just know a little bit about it because I recently became a master. I am not an expert."
Mu Qingyun smiled and said, "I know, Classmate Zhao will be very curious when he sees that, and I don't want you to go back and think about it at night and not be able to sleep."
"It's a coincidence. I just got a gossip tabloid in the industry, which is equivalent to our entertainment weekly. It should be more reliable. After all, if the things published in their tabloids are too outrageous, they will probably be published in the middle of the night. People wear sacks."
"I took a look, and this issue involves the circle of, um, masters."
"Master? Is there really a martial arts that can fly over walls and fly over walls?"
Zhao Yang suddenly thought of the Xiao Ning he had just met, who was suspected of being able to "shrink the bones", and the uninvited guest who used a cane with thunderous momentum, and suddenly became a little nervous.
Which boy has never dreamed of acquiring unparalleled martial arts skills and being a hero?
Although when I grow up, it is clear that martial arts, even if it is not completely a lie, is not as magical as imagined.
And I'm afraid that even if an old man with a white beard comes to your door with a secret book, someone like him who has his own life plan will not learn it.
Practicing martial arts exhaustingly, for what? What can you do if you learn martial arts?
Zhao Yang was very rational, but at this moment, a world completely different from his life was held in his hands, which still made people indescribably excited.
Gently unfold the newspaper, and the headline on the second page - Lei Shaopeng, the successor of Perak Hall, has developed 1,375 kinds of changing fireworks, and successfully debuted at the Sky Blue Winter Olympics.
Zhao Yang: "..."
Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Perak Hall stopped making firearms decades ago, and people in the circle must abide by the law. Their fireworks are very good, they have the skills at hand, they make enough money, and There are only a dozen people, and every household has a house and land, and just doing some business is enough to support the family and practice martial arts."
"Unlike those sects that purely practice martial arts, practicing martial arts consumes a lot of resources every day. Many of them are unable to make ends meet and have to take on various part-time jobs, including distributing flyers, delivering express delivery, carrying bricks in construction sites, and everything else."
Zhao Yang: "..."
Mu Qingyun blurted out one sentence, and her teeth were sore - ah, why did she say this? It's all because of Teacher Jia who kills the 'masters of the world' every day!
Zhao Yang was silent for a while, and continued to flip through the newspaper. When he turned to the front page headline - "Record of the third annual armed fight between Ba Dao Village and Zhujian Village!! The consequences are serious!!"
His eyes tightened slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he scanned the entire text line by line.
"..."
Okay, good one has serious consequences!
The two sects got into a fight and broke eleven brooms, two rolling pins, three chickens and a goose, and scared two children to tears.
Zhao Yang: "??"
The entire text emphasizes repeatedly that although no one was injured more than a minor injury, this kind of behavior is absolutely not recommended. The village cadres went to mediate, and they all accepted the mediation obediently and were not allowed to cause trouble.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
If she remembered correctly, their purpose was to strengthen classmate Zhao's sense of crisis. If I continue to read this newspaper and still feel a sense of crisis, it will become a big joke.
Sure enough, Zhao Yang looked with a slight smile on his face.
However, Zhao Yang only found it funny at first, but then he became fascinated. He felt that an extremely real "urban arena" was unfolding in front of him, and he was quite excited for a while.
Especially when I saw the Baixiao forum published later, I saw the number one sword in Jiangnan, the sword in Saibei, the top ten in the Tianjiao list, etc.
After seeing the description of Fang Shuo, the best sword in the south of the Yangtze River, I imagined that he was twenty-three years old, in his prime, holding his girlfriend in one hand, and drawing a sword with the other. With one sword drawn, more than thirty masters were there. The grace of taking off armor.
Zhao Yang was moved.
