Mu Qingyun looked at his senior sister and the disciple of the Moon Palace, as if he had seen the awkward conversation between two rivals in some variety show where they bumped into each other and tried to win over each other.
Si Le wrote "forgot the words" on his left eye and "so annoying" on his right eye.
Her senior sister wrote "hate" on her left eye and "endless" on her right eye.
Mu Qingyun quickly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Yi with one hand: "Senior sister, I'm sleepy, so tired."
Chen Yi and Si Le both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, okay, let's go back now."
Chen Yi smiled and said, "Brother, please forgive me, my junior sister is young and still growing, so I will leave first."
"Farewell."
Si Le let out a long breath.
He suddenly discovered that the existence of senior brother was so important.
Without Senior Brother, this mess of social activities would be annoying to a person.
Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi walked back in a hurry, and Chen Yi rolled his eyes unconsciously: "Why is this man from Yue Gong so stupid? Damn it, doesn't he know that our master and Zhou Bidie from Yue Gong are mortal enemies who have never been in contact with each other? ? You can’t pretend not to see him, you have to chase him and greet him.”
But judging from the generation of the master, they are family friends.
The master and the master of Yuegong were brothers. They had a falling out when they were young, but now their relationship is good and they often exchange letters.
The two of them were apprentices when they had a falling out. For a long time, they would fight each other when they met, and it was not just a small fight, they almost offended each other to death.
When we met, we really didn't know whether we should treat them as family friends or go straight to war.
"Si Le's sword is very powerful. Hey, I pity the senior brothers who are competing. Senior sisters, please don't bump into Si Le. If you lose to the opponent, you will be punished by the master again."
As for winning, I don't dare think about it.
They were chatting leisurely, but before they could go downstairs, a middle-aged man who looked very rich and looked like a manager hurried after her, panting: "Miss Zhang, Miss Zhang."
With a smile on his face, the steward bowed his head to Mu Qingyun, held the money they just paid in both hands and handed it over, "Ms. Zhang, the clothes you two have chosen today, even if they are given away by the store, you two can take a look at them again." What don’t you like?”
Mu Qingyun was stunned.
"Please don't refuse. You saved our wife and young lady. My wife was so frightened that she forgot to thank you. It's really rude."
"Right now, Madam and Miss are talking to the magistrate at the county government office. They haven't returned yet. I'll say thank you after Madam comes back."
Mu Qingyun smiled, accepted the steward's kindness this time, and said with a smile, "Even if you thank me, don't say any more thanks."
The steward shook his head repeatedly: "How can this be done!"
It was such a coincidence that the train in the department store was run by the mother and daughter's family. Mu Qingyun was also surprised.
A big shot like this is probably more worried about incurring a debt of favor. If they can wipe out the favor with something yellow or white, they will definitely want it.
"That's fine. Just say it's fine."
Mu Qingyun casually interrupted the steward's words of gratitude, winked, and the two of them left.
After leaving the mall, I walked back slowly without taking a car.
On the way, she met an old man selling roasted sweet potatoes. Chen Yi bought two pieces, peeled them open, let them cool down a little and handed them to Mu Qingyun.
It tastes fragrant and glutinous, warms your hands, and feels so comfortable.
After taking two bites, Mu Qingyun turned his head and glanced behind him.
Chen Yi said: "That's your cousin? There's something wrong with her eyes."
Mu Qingyun shrugged: "Who knows!"
In the breeze, Shen Tiantian and Miss Shen, who had just suffered a dull loss, were dragging the two men who had gone with her, who finally appeared, wiping away tears.
The guards, maids and servants on the left and right gathered around to comfort him.
Zhang Rongrong and the other little girls, no one had time to talk to them. They were completely ignored. At this time, it was neither a matter of leaving nor a matter of not leaving. It was inevitable that they felt a little sad.
"Since there's nothing wrong, I'll say goodbye."
Finally, a girl wearing a green coat sneered
He said something, turned around and left.
She fawned over the young lady of the Shen family just to attend the party and plan a future for herself.
But she was also raised by pampered parents, so there was no need to make her current self miserable for the sake of the future.
Zhang Rongrong also stopped smiling, and her eyes fell on Zhang Qingqing, who was walking leisurely not far away.
The young man who had just kicked Miss Shen's bodyguard like a ball and bullied Miss Shen without anyone else daring to intervene actually went to talk to Zhang Qingqing politely.
The two sides looked very familiar with each other.
Why does Zhang Qingqing know such a person?
Later, Miss Shen reported her name several times, including the name of her uncle, the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, Shen Yu, but the young man never stopped beating people.
Even if you don't think about this, the Ming Dynasty is a martial artist, and the court treats such a first-class master with great courtesy. Who dares to be disrespectful?
Zhang Rongrong trusted her eyes. She had clearly seen just now that the young master was showing a very equal attitude. If he was talking to Zhang Qingqing again... no, it was definitely not Zhang Qingqing, but the woman next to her.
"How lucky you are."
Zhang Rongrong has always believed that she has a clear purpose and never gets jealous over insignificant things.
She didn't think Zhang Qingqing had anything to be jealous of.
I was lucky enough to meet a noble person. Who can go higher in the future depends on my own ability.
Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi ate sweet potatoes and finally returned to the hotel.
This whole day was spent traveling long distances by train, and encountering all kinds of troubles and excitements. I was very tired early on, so I took a comfortable hot bath. Mu Qingyun dozed off while drying his hair.
Have a good night's sleep.
The next day, it was bright and clear, and Mu Qingyun got up as usual and went for morning exercises.
After walking out of the door and looking through the window, you can see endless eaves and brackets. The beauty of the garden is even more amazing.
"Of course it's big. The venue for the Anbang Dingguo Championships is in the hotel. Theoretically, we don't have to go anywhere during the competition. We can just stay in the hotel."
The hotel was formerly the palace of the extravagant and lustful Prince Beixu, "Xiao Zhengxing".
After renovation, it became a large-scale building with eighteen guest courtyards, each with eight two-story buildings.
There are four hundred rooms in one building.
The total number of contestants from all over the country, as well as their accompanying personnel and organizing committee members, was only 712, and not even two buildings were full.
The backyard of the hotel was transformed into the largest "martial arts arena" in Zhaocheng and one of the ten largest in the Ming Dynasty.
It can accommodate thousands of spectators at one go.
Most martial artists have the habit of doing morning exercises, and the hotel staff were particularly considerate in drawing signboards.
Let everyone go to the martial arts field for morning exercises.
It was still early when Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi were there, there were only a few people sitting in the stands, and there were many people practicing on the martial arts field.
"Tch, no one is willing to show some real skills, and some people are playing tricks on others, deliberately trying to fool people."
Even so, Chen Yi still pulled her junior sister to find her senior brother, and the senior sisters practiced sword dance together.
It’s the sword dance.
The sword light bloomed, blooming into clusters of dazzling flowers.
The sword dance of Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is also famous for its excellence - just like Yi shooting at the nine sunsets, as powerful as the emperors leaping into the sky, as powerful as thunder and ending with anger, and as bright as the clear light of the river and sea.
Being able to show off without revealing their own moves, and being fooled by other people's martial arts skills, their Yuncheng martial arts school is definitely the brightest kid in the martial arts field at the moment.
Several competition committee judges who were watching in the stands laughed.
"Is this a child from Xiaozhuo's family? It's quite interesting. However, Baiyun Sect has no disciples competing this year?"
"That old boy Fang Ruofeng is holding his breath and wants to show his face in the big competition. He doesn't look down on our small competition."
The judge smiled at Yan Yan, but actually felt a little anxious.
Although they didn't take it well at first and took it upon themselves to secretly sign up for a few talented young people, but they were shocked to realize that they were too conservative when they saw Mu Luosheng from the Mishima Kingdom just now.
Mu Luosheng's killing sword is really powerful. He should have recruited a few more masters to suppress the battle.
