In an instant, everyone in the martial arts arena turned to look over.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were glaring.
The sparring partners, who had become acquaintances recently and had exchanged a few words with each other at least, were instantly agitated.
Mu Qingyun's face heated up slightly.
After all, she was just a high school student before this, she had not officially entered society, and her face was still very young.
Mu Qingyun was also very happy.
Chen Yi laughed and sighed: "It's a pity that I can't pester you every day in the future."
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but show a little disappointment.
Chen Yi is an excellent target.
By sparring with her, my martial arts progressed quickly, and I learned a lot of swordsmanship. Not only could I make money, but I could also earn carriages and horses.
It disappeared all of a sudden, and I always felt a little bit shortchanged.
"What's the tuition like?"
Chen Yi saw the gloom in Mu Qingyun's brows and couldn't help but smile: "Of course there is no tuition fee. Our Yuncheng Martial Arts School is not the "Longwei" who got into the eyes of money and exploited the disciples, so why should we be shameless? "
"Disciples have a monthly salary of three taels and two sets of clothes, shoes and hats for each of the four seasons throughout the year."
"We eat in the cafeteria, so the expenses are not big. If we save a little, we can save a lot."
"Of course, the biggest part of making money is the competition prize money."
"It would be best if you can participate in the Samsara Tournament. There are twelve rounds in total. If you win in the first round, you will get five taels of silver, and in the second round you will get ten taels. If you win five rounds, you will get thirty taels of gold. If you win in ten rounds, you will get a reward of one thousand taels." , If you win the first prize, you will have ten thousand taels of gold, and you will become rich overnight."
Chen Yi smiled and said, "I can't make it into the Samsara Tournament like this. I usually play the "Anbang Dingguo Tournament" and the like. In a game, I earn three to five taels if I win, and I can get one or two taels of subsidies if I lose. It's nourishing. Very. "
A group of disciples around him secretly laughed.
The instructor came over just in time and coughed when he heard it: "Don't talk nonsense. Participating in the competition to demonstrate the spirit of a warrior is also to use competition as a substitute for training so that the disciples can master practical combat skills. In the future, they can serve the country and win glory for the country. In fact, for Just a yellow and white thing!"
All the disciples looked at each other and remained silent.
Chen Yi, however, was not afraid of this lesson, and said to Mu Qingyun, "Next month, Yuncheng will hold the first round of the Samsara Tournament. This is the first time in ten years, and we are going to join in the fun."
"Ah."
Mu Qingyun was confused when he saw Sun Feifei coming from nowhere, with a sneer on her face, "Wishful thinking."
All the disciples immediately fell silent.
Sun Feifei's eyes fell on Mu Qingyun, her pupils immediately shrank, and she said coldly, "Why is she here?"
The teacher was not annoyed and said in a gentle and gentle voice: "Qingqing has joined our Yuncheng martial arts gym. There will be a class soon, so she will naturally be there."
Sun Feifei was startled, then frowned angrily: "Why do you want all the garbage here!"
The teacher suddenly looked solemn and said sternly: "Sun Feifei, what are you talking about? Where is your education?"
"My Yuncheng Martial Arts School was built by the imperial court. Even if the emperor is here today, he is very encouraging to the disciples of my martial arts school without even a single word of criticism. Are you more unruly than the emperor?"
Sun Feifei was startled, her arrogance dropped, her brows were lowered, and she was visibly more polite: "I spoke too hastily, and I didn't mean to be disrespectful to Uncle Zhuo and you all."
The instructor saw that she had given in. Although he still held his neck and never really apologized, he did not care about her. He only said to the disciples: "Today we will learn the Mountain and Moon Sword Technique. There are three styles in total, "Elegy", "Sentimental" and "Waiting for Others" . "
As the conversation begins, the training begins.
Mu Qingyun concentrated on it and looked intently. As soon as the "Elegy Song" came out, the sword seemed to be wailing.
The style is "passionate" and the sword wind is ethereal, making it almost difficult to catch with the naked eye.
The sword intention of "waiting for others to return" has an indescribable sense of loneliness and absurdity.
After watching the teacher's demonstration, Mu Qingyun dismantled each move for his disciples, carefully and in detail. He almost wished he could chew it up and feed it to his disciples.
[Swordsmanship +0.001+0.001...]
She couldn't help but smile. The treatment enjoyed by serious disciples was indeed different from that of being a sparring partner.
After dismantling it, the instructor asked everyone to practice together, and he corrected it step by step.
Mu Qingyun put aside his distracting thoughts, held a very thin sword, and started practicing.
She soon discovered that the teacher paid much more attention to her than anyone else.
It was just a random thought, and soon, Mu Qingyun was immersed in the joy of practicing martial arts, practicing over and over again. Unknowingly, she discovered that the more beautiful and powerful the sword technique became, the more powerful it became.
As soon as a thought flashed through his mind, Mu Qingyun's figure was flying, the feeling of stumbling finally disappeared, and he skillfully used a combo of moves.
The edge of the sword changed, from "Elegy" to "Waiting for others to return". As soon as the three moves were made, the sword energy as cold as the moon hit his face.
The teacher's eyes brightened up.
Mu Qingyun sheathed his sword, and suddenly he felt all kinds of spiritual lights bursting out in his mind. He stood blankly on the spot, his eyes were confused, and mountains, rivers, and lakes seemed to appear in front of his eyes. There was a moon on the mountains, a moon in the river, and a moon in the lake.
There seems to be someone practicing swordsmanship on the moon.
The teacher suddenly turned around and stared at Mu Qingyun, knowing immediately that she had entered an epiphany.
As a teacher, he himself had had an epiphany, and of course he knew that the opportunity was rare. He quickly waved his hand to silence the disciples, lowered his voice, and warned softly: "Be careful, don't make any noise."
Before he finished speaking, there was a clang in his ear, and then there was a continuous sound of sword clanging.
Everyone covered their ears and turned their heads, but Sun Feifei's sword fell to the ground, making a violent sound.
However, her sword is also a good sword, quite spiritual, and it emits mournful screams as soon as it hits the ground.
The teacher's expression changed with horror, and he stared at Mu Qingyun closely. Sure enough, Mu Qingyun was awakened, opened his eyes, and the divine light disappeared immediately.
"How about it?"
The teacher asked carefully.
If the epiphany is interrupted, it is possible that not only the opportunity is lost——
Mu Qingyun smiled: "Very good."
She turned around and knew what was going on.
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, looked at the innocent-looking Sun Feifei, and said with a smile, "I would also like to thank Miss Sun for her guidance."
As he spoke, Mu Qingyun's sword shook, and it pierced Sun Feifei's forehead like a rainbow piercing the sun.
Her sword was countless times faster and more skillful than before. It was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.
Sun Feifei was just feeling proud when a sword was pressed between her eyebrows. The skin on her face even trembled. The corners of her mouth twitched and her heart trembled.
Mu Qingyun's sword actually started to sing, and the rhythm was similar to the sound of his own sword just now.
In an instant, she felt a trace of her own swordsmanship coming from the sword.
The word "instruction" that Mu Qingyun said just now came to mind. Sun Feifei turned pale with anger, her mind buzzed, and the crazy energy in her heart suddenly surged up.
Anger will burst out.
The teacher stood in front of Mu Qingyun and said coldly: "Miss Sun, you came to us and said that Yuncheng is quiet and you want to cultivate your ambitions in Yuncheng, we agreed."
"Even if you randomly find a disciple to vent your anger in the name of sparring, we will tolerate it."
"It is natural for warriors to compete and compete, but your intention to harm others is extremely bad. Our Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall cannot tolerate the existence of people with bad behavior like you. I will inform the sect master and inform the Capital Martial Arts Hall that you are such a bad person." Just go."
Sun Feifei was stunned and said angrily: "Nonsense, nonsense, I didn't mean it."
The teacher waved his hand and refused to listen to Sun Feifei's argument: "If you dare to take responsibility, then you have such a temper. Now it doesn't matter if you are talking sophistry."
"Our Yuncheng Martial Arts School is not a government office. Everyone should know the right and wrong."
