"You said you want to join the Yuncheng Martial Arts School to learn martial arts?"
The boy guarding the gate was stunned for a moment, looking Mu Qingyun up and down, feeling a little at a loss for the moment.
The main thing is that he has been guarding the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall for seven or eight years, and he has never seen anything new like this.
With no invitation and no recommendation, you just want to come here to become a disciple all by yourself?
But it was said that Mu Qingyun dealt with Yue Ling, a cheap girl, and packed himself up the next day, went out and went straight to Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.
The Yuncheng Martial Arts School was quite easy to find. After asking for directions, I found the place.
The door wall is very high, and there seems to be no servants standing guard outside the door, which is quite quiet.
She walked to the door and felt a little confused.
In her time, martial arts schools were open for business, and as long as they went there, there would be people to entertain them. Mu Qingyun originally thought that no matter what era, martial arts schools should be similar.
Perhaps the number of disciples recruited here is small, but it still opens its doors to welcome visitors from all directions.
As soon as she arrived, she saw the towering wall and the closed door, and she immediately realized what was happening.
This martial arts gym is not a place for business. It really has the same function as the city martial arts team.
Anyway, it's not like anyone can just get in if they want.
But it’s all here.
Mu Qingyun didn't even hesitate, went up and knocked on the door.
The boy guarding the door might have been warned not to bully ordinary people by pretending to be powerful outside, but even though his eyes widened, he looked at Mu Qingyun like a fool.
But she was still very polite and asked her to leave a famous tattoo, saying that she would tell the owner of the museum later.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
There is a ghost only if there is a response.
After all, he had practiced the art of observing movement and color for a year and a half, and Mu Qingyun understood it instantly.
It is almost impossible for a wild person like her to join the Yuncheng Martial Arts School.
Her heart sank slightly, wondering whether this was true only for the Yuncheng Martial Arts School or for all official martial arts schools of this era.
After all, more than a hundred years apart, it is really difficult to understand the whole picture.
Mu Qingyun even went to the archives to look for the county chronicle in Yuncheng. Only the county chronicle was a fragmentary copy and there was no detailed introduction to the local martial arts school.
During this period, most of the masters in the international competitions came from famous families such as Jiangnan Moon Palace, Huijian Sect, Kunlun Sword Sect, and Hui'an Yang Clan.
In addition to the competition, there are as many famous masters as Guo Jiang Zhiqing. This is an age when martial arts is popular.
But in a small place like Yuncheng, there aren’t many records.
When future generations mention the warriors here, they will definitely praise those sword gods and sword immortals, those peerless wizards who have not been able to produce for hundreds of years.
At least it must be at the peak of the Delusion Realm.
Ordinary Pohuan realms are not qualified to be remembered in history books.
After all, local little masters may generally be able to break the illusion, but if they really want to fight, they may not be able to win against the peak truth-seeking from a famous sect.
And the top delusion-breaking master, they are two completely different creatures.
Glancing at the strict entrance guard, Mu Qingyun was thoughtful.
She has already made inquiries and found out that there are several reliable martial arts gyms in Yuncheng, such as Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and Bowei Martial Arts Hall, but they are not easy to get into.
Coincidentally, while she was talking to the boy, four people came out of the door.
Three young men, two men and one woman, were escorting an old man with half-grey hair out of the house.
Just looking at this old man's face, you can't tell his age. You can tell from the color of his beard and hair that he can only be said to be an old man.
The old man was probably very kind, and the three young men were not thinking about him when they sent him out.
The two men were comforting the girl in a low voice: "Don't be sad. Later we will also find a few junior sisters to be your sparring partners. Practice well. In the group competition next month, we will beat him until he has teeth on the floor. Let Rang let him go." He swallowed what he said today wholeheartedly."
"That kid Su Hang is also a bastard. He was so cruel to his grandma during a practice match."
Mu Qingyun blinked, thought suddenly, walked over and said: "Ms.
, are you looking for someone to train with you? "
The young girl with a sad face paused in her steps, looked over in surprise, hesitated for a moment, remained silent, and her eyes were flying wildly.
Mu Qingyun knew at a glance that this girl must be thinking of all kinds of excuses for rejection.
But the little girl is very tender-skinned and not good at rejecting people.
"To be honest, Miss, my family is poor, but my mother is seriously ill and needs long-term nursing care. I need money everywhere."
"But I don't have any skills, except that I learned a little bit of boxing and kicking when I was a kid."
Mu Qingyun's voice softened eight degrees.
The little girl suddenly became more hesitant.
The old man standing at the front seemed a little surprised at the moment, his eyes glued to Mu Qingyun.
The young man behind him quickly reached out and secretly pulled the master's sleeve.
By staring at a girl like this and letting outsiders see it, does the Baiyun Sect still need to be famous?
The old man tugged hard, pulled back his sleeve, and gave his disciple an annoyed look.
Half-grown and half-grown, squirming, whatever they look like.
The old man patted his disciple away and stroked his gray beard: "Yi'er, just accept this girl and let her be your sparring partner."
Three disciples: "??"
What is Master doing?
Regardless of what the old man wanted to do, as long as the old man said something, Mu Qingyun entered the martial arts hall smoothly.
The little girl's name is Chen Yi. She looks young, but she is actually twenty-one years old and has been in the Yuncheng martial arts gym for eight years.
The other two teenagers, one named Chen Gang and the other Chen Hu, were both from Chang County like Chen Yi. The Chen family was a small martial arts family, and the three of them were originally taught by the same master.
What I learned was Chen Jiaquan.
The ancestors of the Chen family were engaged in martial arts, but by chance, a master taught them a set of boxing skills. They studied hard and practiced hard to become famous, and then the Chen family came into being.
The owner of the Yuncheng Martial Arts School accidentally saw that Chen Yi was good at boxing, so he went over to fool the family's parents and took him away.
Two brothers, Chen Gang and Chen Hu, were later selected and recommended for entry.
Based on the year he joined the martial arts school, Chen Yi was older than Chen Gang and Chen Hu, but he was used to being called "Junior Sister", so he never changed it.
As soon as you enter the gate of the martial arts hall, you will see a large martial arts performance field, filled with simple plum blossom stakes, various ropes, and suspended wood pieces.
There are almost seventeen or eight disciples practicing martial arts.
"Then let's try it first?"
Chen Gang smiled.
The master has said that this little girl must be kept, but whether she can use it or not, we still have to try.
Chen Gang said hello, and several disciples rushed out from all directions. They put aside the messy things on the martial arts field and "drove" other training disciples to make room.
He nodded: "Junior sister, go do some activities."
Chen Yi walked to the martial arts arena and took a sword from the weapons rack.
The sword was specially customized for her. It was lighter, longer, and slightly softer than ordinary swords.
Chen Yixin thrust his hand forward, his body moving with the wind, and the sword light flickered for a moment.
Mu Qingyun raised her head. Her swordsmanship was light and gentle, elegant yet powerful.
The sword wind swept across the sword testing stone in front of him, leaving almost identical marks one after another.
Chen Gang smiled and said: "This is Baiyun Sword Technique. It is the basic sword technique of our Yuncheng Martial Arts School. You sparring partners will also learn it in the future."
He paused, looked at Mu Qingyun, and then at all the disciples, handymen, and other sparring partners around him.
"Don't underestimate it. Our master said that Baiyun Sword Technique is the best foundation sword technique in the entire Cloud City."
"With the basics of drawing, bringing, lifting, blocking, striking, stabbing, point, and collapse, this set of swordsmanship is the most standard."
"I, the elder of the Ming Kingdom Sword Pavilion, is the Sword God Xiao Lingfeng's Luoyue Sword powerful?"
"The masters of swordsmanship in the Three Islands, the Southern Kingdom, and the Western countries who are also proficient in swordsmanship must also admit that the swordsmanship is exquisite. The swordsmanship of all countries combined may also be
Quickly hit three points with the Luoyue Sword. "
"But it's Xiao Lingfeng's Luo Yue Sword. He said it himself. For beginners, in terms of solid foundation, Luo Yue Sword is far inferior to a few basic sword techniques, including our Baiyun Sword Technique."
"Indeed, everyone wants to learn powerful swordsmanship, but if I put the sword manual of Luo Yue Sword in front of you, do you think you can learn it?"
"Most people have no talent, so don't be too ambitious."
Mu Qingyun turned a deaf ear and concentrated on watching Chen Yi practice swordsmanship in the martial arts field. This set of Baiyun swords was a bit like spring rain, gentle, continuous, but very effective.
As she watched, she began to replay it in her mind, one move after another, spreading out.
Subconsciously, he moved his fingers slightly, and began to unconsciously evolve this set of sword techniques in his mind.
[Swordsmanship: +0.01+0.01...]
She seemed to have learned it before she even actually got the sword.
On the martial arts field, Chen Yi has already started practicing for the third time.
There is a problem with the connection between the third move, White Cloud Viewing the Sun, and the fourth move, Spring Splendor. The angle chosen when changing the move should be 30 degrees downward.
There is also the seventh move, Shooting Yang. Although the essence of this move is speed, it should not be as sharp and fast as Chen Yi. It should be lighter and more concealed.
Mu Qingyun instinctively felt that he was right.
For a moment, her thoughts spread and she fell into a trance. She heard Chen Yi's slightly shy voice from the martial arts field: "Miss Zhang."
Chen Yi waved to her, and Mu Qingyun walked over, not using the sword handed over by other disciples, but only taking a small hand shield.
Chen Gang nodded: "Let's get started."
"Three fingers."
"Watching the sun with white clouds."
"Sheyang."
"Immortal Phoenix Dance."
"..."
Chen Yi raised her sword and stabbed, and the sword moves were continuous, just like when she fought with her sparring partners countless times, she didn't use her internal strength, she just passed the moves.
Even without using her internal strength, her swordsmanship is very fast.
A large white flash flashed in front of Mu Qingyun's eyes, and he was overwhelmed for a moment, unable to parry.
The disciples on the left and right, as well as the sparring partners, gathered around to watch.
Brothers Chen Gang and Chen Hu nodded and said with a smile, "Miss Zhang is right, she really has some skills."
Although Mu Qingyun looks far from Chen Yi's opponent, this does not mean that she is not a qualified sparring partner.
In the eyes of their brothers, a little sparring partner picked up at the door is already very useful at this level.
Even if a martial arts school cultivates elite disciples, it won't even require them to be a sparring partner.
Not long after, Chen Yi also felt very happy.
The faster she hit, the smoother she hit. The frustration of being blasted by Su Hang twenty times today finally disappeared.
All the disciples cheered.
The master of the disciples next to him, Fang Ruofeng, the master of Baiyun Sect, shook his head gently, dumbfounded: "These little fools."
These disciples and grandchildren of his family are all children after all, with too little experience.
If they had been more careful, they would have discovered that the young sparring partner was in a hurry at first and could not keep up with Yi'er's sword moves.
But in just a quarter of an hour, the two people were able to watch each other.
She also went from being stiff, to parrying in a completely imitated manner, to showing a little bit of ease.
If Miss Zhang misses her block once, she will never miss it a second time.
In fact, Fang Ruofeng has been surprised since he first saw this little girl.
He has seen this kid before.
About seven or eight days ago, he was drinking in a liquor store, and this kid went over to teach some scoundrels a lesson.
At that time, he felt that this child had some talent.
But he didn't pay much attention at that time. Which disciple of Baiyun Sect would have no talent?
In these years, anyone who can master martial arts, talent, luck, and even chance encounters
, are equally indispensable.
Either you have a good background, you have to be extremely talented, or you have to be lucky. Otherwise, no matter what, you will only be lost in the public.
But this girl is just too outrageous.
The Zhang Qingqing he met that day had only learned martial arts from outsiders and had some basic boxing skills.
As for swordsmanship, ahem, it's not that it's not good, it's just that it's not good at all.
But when I see her today, she has more than just that basic foundation.
She is full of energy, and her brows and eyes have developed charm.
Although I haven't really seen her take action, now she is sparring, and the emphasis is on the word "accompany".
She also did a very good job and was very qualified.
It is within this qualification that Fang Ruofeng can see an incredible speed of progress.
Fang Ruofeng took a deep breath and calmed down.
Look again, don’t be in a hurry.
He is really busy. It has been several years since Baiyun Sect's disciples have passed through the reincarnation tournament and been able to participate in the great competition.
Fang Ruofeng is already sixty-seven, and can only participate in the ten-year competition again, which will be three years later.
Wait another ten years, and he will be seventy-seven. Seventy-year-old life is rare in ancient times. Even as a sword god, seventy-seven is not the age when the king of hell chases his life, but he will never have the energy to take his apprentice to participate in the most high-profile event in the world. competition.
"I, Fang Ruofeng, am not without ambition."
It takes a lot of energy to train disciples.
Distracted thoughts were surging in her mind like water. When Mu Qingyun turned the shield, it actually stuck to the tip of Chen Yi's sword. A smile appeared on her face and she whispered: "Come."
After he finished speaking, he gently pressed down and actually took Chen Yi to practice the sword.
Chen Yi didn't react at first, but instinctively felt that today's sparring was incredibly enjoyable. When Mu Qingyun and others subconsciously used spring moves, he suddenly felt very different.
It seems that the stagnation she has realized over the years, or has not yet realized, is melting away like ice and snow.
Fang Ruofeng's face suddenly turned red and his eyes bulged: "Damn, I can still bear this!"
If such a disciple doesn't fight for it, then he can only be an idiot.
He suddenly took a step forward, then stopped, coughed, and looked around, but still didn't move.
Zhang Qingqing's foundation hasn't been laid yet, so it's just right to put it in Baiyun Martial Arts School.
No one knew that in just a quarter of an hour or so, Sect Master Fang's thoughts went back and forth several times.
Two-quarters of an hour later, Chen Yi's eyes were shining, sweat was steaming all over his body, and his cheeks were red. It was clear that his blood and qi were active and he was full of energy.
Everyone could see the satisfaction in her expression.
[Swordsmanship +0.01+0.01...]
[Skill: Sword Technique 1 (Baiyun Sword Technique)]
Mu Qingyun brushed "Chen Yi" and forcibly brushed up his swordsmanship proficiency.
By the way, I also learned the sword technique.
Naturally, he was also very happy.
