The teacher didn't agree at first, but still wanted to persuade her.
But after going back and discussing it, they followed Mu Qingyun's wishes.
Despite their persuasion, she is unlikely to change.
Unlike others, there is a system in place, and she understands her own situation best. Of course, she also needs guidance on martial arts practice, but others are not as intuitive as her.
Time passes day by day.
Mu Qingyun practiced martial arts step by step, and gradually integrated into the atmosphere of Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.
On this day, Mu Qingyun came out of the martial arts arena and was about to go home. Yesterday, Dr. Liu went to see Yue Ling and said that her health was much better and that she needed to adjust the prescription.
She still had to get medicine for Yue Ling.
After walking a few steps, Chen Yi caught up with her, dumbfounded: "Qingqing, don't run around, we have to take a bus to Zhaocheng today."
Mu Qingyun was startled and suddenly said: "You want to go now? Isn't it the day after tomorrow?"
The day after tomorrow is the opening day of this year's "Anbang Dingguo" competition, and the disciples from Yuncheng Martial Arts School will also go to Zhaocheng with the team to participate.
Martial arts schools in big cities use semi-entertainment events like this to practice their skills, and usually send seven or eight relatively idle disciples around to give the court face.
Yuncheng Martial Arts School is different. It is a small place and the disciples are all poor and serious about making money.
Moreover, it is rare for them to have the opportunity to see the world's masters. Even if the masters have the same aspirations, they certainly cannot work too hard in such a competition, but sometimes they can bring great benefits to others with just one move or even a few words. inspiration.
Every year, in the martial arts hall, except for the senior brother who has no time to prepare for the reincarnation competition, all the other disciples who have entered the martial arts hall have to go.
The instructor also named Mu Qingyun’s name.
For this reason, several senior sisters sighed.
"We have been here for three years, and we are still not allowed to go out to meet people for fear of being embarrassed."
"Qingqing has been here for two months, and she can already ask the sect owner to name her, and she must be taken out to show off. People are really different from each other."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
They were joking and joking, the atmosphere of the martial arts school was good, most of the senior brothers and sisters had a good heart, and they didn't even listen to the sour words of jealousy.
Mu Qingyun even felt that they were simpler than students.
It can be seen that the instructors of this Yuncheng Martial Arts School have really put their best efforts into building their own Martial Arts School into an iron-clad wall, so that all the disciples can just practice martial arts in peace and mind.
"I just got an emergency notice. I have to go two days in advance."
Chen Yi took Mu Qingyun and went to join the large army.
"We have to be early and go to the department store.
The organizer of the "Anbang Dingguo" competition is the official martial arts halls of various places. Shen Yu, the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, has investments from many big businessmen in the country, and he is extremely rich.
There are always various dances and social activities held before the competition, so before going, men should dress up properly, and women should buy a few new clothes.
Mu Qingyun had no choice but to ask Uncle Li to send a message to Yue Ling and also to inform Dr. Sheng Liu.
In a hurry, without even preparing their luggage, a group of children rushed to the train station like they were herding ducks.
Today's Ming Dynasty has just rescued bits and pieces of science and technology from the ruins of the disaster, and everything is waiting for improvement. The main means of transportation are mules and horses.
Trains existed, and they were only commonly used by ordinary people. They were very different from those of later generations. The iron sheets were painted with a layer of dusty paint, and they had to be burned with coal. They were very crude.
.... Fortunately, the martial arts school was quite willing to spend money on its disciples and chose the first-class carriage.
Mu Qingyun took a quick look and found that it was actually more spacious and luxurious than the train carriages of later generations. Even the bathroom had a dressing mirror.
The seats are extremely soft. When you sit down, your whole body sinks into the soft cushions, making you feel like you are sitting on a cloud, floating in heaven.
Chen Yi frowned and whispered, "There's something wrong."
The person leading the team was actually not Huang Jiaoxi.
It was their sect leader Zhuo Yanfei.
"Master Zhuo's retreat should not be over yet."
Chen Yi was very puzzled, but there was no need for labor in an Anbang national competition.
host?
In previous years, even Huang Jiaoxi couldn't use it.
This is the year that Huang Jiaoxi wants to retire and take care of himself, so he might as well send him on a business trip like this, even taking him on a business trip.
The Anbang Dingguo Tournament has played very well over the years.
What it means to look good is that it has the artistic conception of peace and prosperity for the country and the people. The masters show off to their heart's content. This year you win, next year I will win. Everyone gets the bonus and everyone shares the profit.
The level of tension is probably equal to none.
Mu Qingyun yawned, his whole body sank into the warm and comfortable backrest, and said perfunctorily: "It's none of our business, we just play the game."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, wrapped the blanket around his body, and fell asleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Mu Qingyun opened them again, frowned and listened for a long time, then stood up and walked quickly to the middle box.
In addition to these seats, there are several VIP boxes in the first-class carriage.
The decoration is even more luxurious than a hotel room, and the people who live in it are of course either rich or expensive. Most people with little money would not be willing to live there.
"Qingqing?"
Chen Yi was startled. When he was calling someone, Mu Qingyun had already arrived at the door of a soft box and opened the door.
In an instant, four people suddenly appeared on the left and right, blocking the door instantly with stern eyes.
"who!"
The people in the box were also alert all of a sudden.
Chen Yi quickly shouted: "Qingqing, what's wrong? Don't get me wrong, we are from Yuncheng Martial Arts School, and she is my junior sister."
The few people blocking the door squinted and said nothing. If they hadn't seen the embroidered words of Yuncheng Martial Arts on Mu Qingyun's collar, they would have immediately removed the "dangerous person".
Mu Qingyun quickly said: "The sound of the piano is wrong, there are sharp objects hidden in the piano keys."
Several people were stunned.
Behind the screen in the box, a mother and daughter came out. The mother was in her thirties and the daughter was about 14 or 15 years old. They were beautiful in appearance and dignified in manners.
As soon as she came out, the mother waved her hand and asked the nervous guard to take a step back and said, "Miss, please come in."
"Sorry."
Mu Qingyun walked in without hesitation, ignoring the urgent gazes of the guards, walked around the screen, walked to the piano in front of the window, knelt down and inspected it carefully.
"Madam, Miss, please stand against the wall.".br>
She said this so categorically that the mother and daughter subconsciously gave in obediently. Before they could react, Mu Qingyun turned sideways and hit a key heavily with the hilt of his sword.
In an instant, a large cluster of hair-like needles flew out.
Mu Qingyun turned his head to avoid it, and the fine needles were all nailed to the screen.
Several guards were so frightened that they flew into the sky.
The mother and daughter were also shocked. The mother quickly hugged her daughter and did not even dare to stay in the box. She hurried out and looked at Mu Qingyun with great gratitude: "If it weren't for this young lady, my Yanyan would never know how to do it." How about it!"
Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "It's just a little effort."
Seeing that these two people and the guards were all in shock, but without much doubt in their expressions, and probably suspected the target, Mu Qingyun stopped being meddlesome, declined their invitation, and turned around to join Chen Yi.
Chen Yi and several senior brothers and sisters watched the excitement, and they were all a little helpless, but they still had to praise them. They are all martial arts practitioners, and it is expected to be heroic and righteous.
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The Snow Emperor
