The rain still didn't stop. As soon as the game ended, the packed audience put on their raincoats and bamboo hats and hurried away.
Wang Jiaoxi first counted all his disciples, and then led them all back to the room.
"Shanshan, you are the senior sister. You will take the promoted junior brothers and sisters to bathe and change clothes, and arrange for the hotel to cook some ginger soup for us."
The older female disciple nodded in agreement.
In their Yuncheng martial arts gym, six people advanced in the first round, three men and three women, which was quite even.
Although the others lost, they had nothing to be upset about. They went to change their clothes and helped keep an eye on the food in the hotel kitchen, and then sent people to stand guard.
Some people also took some spare money and gave it to the service staff, asking them to help invite a well-known doctor in Zhaocheng to diagnose everyone's pulse.
Naturally, the competition committee has arranged for several doctors to guard the place, and they are all famous doctors. However, there are a large group of warriors participating, and these few doctors are not enough.
No one at the Yuncheng Martial Arts Center was seriously injured.
Asking the doctor to take a look was just a precaution, lest he accidentally leave hidden injuries.
Mu Qingyun took a bath in the bathtub, and his senior sister also gave him a medicine pack for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, which made his whole body feel comfortable.
After taking a bath, she and Chen Yi, who had also taken a bath, tied up their hair and lay on the balcony of the room to gaze at the scenery.
Just below the balcony is an artificial lake, with two rockeries on the lakeside and three octagonal pavilions. Several golden fish in the lake sway their tails slowly, and there are cranes hiding under the verandah on the shore to take shelter from the rain.
There are also two white long-haired cats in the pavilion, one with yellow eyes and one with blue eyes, and soft fur.
Teacher Wang and others were gathering in the pavilion to talk.
Su Hang is also there.
He hugged the big, round, beautiful white cat and stroked it from head to tail. His whole body was as gentle as if he was soaking in a hot spring, bubbling with gurgling sounds.
Chen Yi couldn't help but feel a little jealous: "Su Hang's hands are so heavy, can he handle a kitten well?"
Mu Qingyun changed his position comfortably and said nothing.
In fact, Su Hang is very good at petting cats.
Speaking of which, the man in their Yuncheng Martial Arts School, whose martial arts skills are second only to his senior brother, is one year younger than Chen Yi in the future, and he started a few years later than Chen Yi.
He only entered the martial arts gym three years ago. Before joining, he only had a rough grasp of boxing and kicking, and had never seriously studied martial arts at all.
"Hmm."
Chen Yi sighed, "Qingqing said it well, it's jealousy that has changed me beyond recognition."
"But God is so unfair. Am I not as diligent as him? Or am I not as good as him? No, but no matter how hard I practice, no one can reach the realm faster than anyone else."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Talent doesn't just depend on your bones.
And there is no solution to the problem of genius.
For example, when it came to sword practice, she had also heard rumors circulating in the martial arts school that Su Hang was drinking with some of his fellow apprentices, and after drinking, the fellow apprentices asked for advice on how to practice sword practice.
Su Hang replied: Practice with your hands!
Everyone: "..."
Junior Brother Su's implication is that swordsmanship can only be mastered with hands.
Others have been learning the "Spring Feeling" for several years, and when they use it, the instructors scold them, saying that it is not the Spring Feeling and there is no "Spring Feeling", and they are as nervous as holding a kitchen knife between their thighs.
Who can I talk to to reason with you?
"Hey, our Junior Brother Su actually gives up his seat?"
Mu Qingyun looked around and saw that Su Hang gave Situ Qingshuang a seat and poured him a bowl of soup. He was a little surprised for a moment.
Su Hang had a cold temperament, and he was not very respectful in front of Master Zhuo Yanfei Zhuo.
When I was distracted for a moment, I heard an angry shout from the pavilion: "This is unreasonable, it's too much to bully others!"
It was Senior Li from the competition committee. With an angry look on his face, he stood up and paced back and forth.
Even through the rain and fog, the sound could penetrate through the window and into the hall.
Chen Yi pulled the towel from her hair and dragged Mu Qingyun to watch the excitement.
Mu Qingyun looked along the way. It was not just their Yuncheng Martial Arts School.
, disciples from other sects also gathered in twos and threes, with serious expressions, and quickly passed through the verandah and gathered at the pavilion. .
Wang Jiaoxi looked gloomy: "Before tomorrow's competition, all disciples are not allowed to leave the hotel. If you have to leave, you must report to me first, and you must go together."
Mu Qingyun's eyes fell on Situ Qingshuang and he couldn't help being surprised.
Situ Qingshuang's face was pale and her lips were blue. Although her spine was still straight, her breath was quite unstable.
"On the way to Zhaocheng, Situ encountered two sieges. The ones who did it, most of the martial arts skills could not be seen clearly. There were fourteen people, more than half of them were masters in the subtle realm, and the others were also in the ninth level. There was also a request. A real master will lead the team."
Situ Qingshuang whispered: "It seems to be Jin Shangqiao from the Black Dragon Path of the Three Islands Kingdom."
The disciples in the audience were in an uproar.
Jin Shangqiao is a veteran of the truth-seeking realm.
Chen Yi grabbed Mu Qingyun's sleeve, and her heart was beating wildly. You must know that even their sect leader Zhuo Yanfei has not yet broken the delusion, but only seeks the truth.
In the recent period, the sect leader has been in seclusion, just looking for a breakthrough. He has accumulated a lot of experience, and is about to reach the point where he can break his delusion. There is only one chance left.
Everyone turned to look at Situ Qingshuang.
Situ Qingshuang said calmly: "I can fight."
Everyone was relieved.
"By the way, what about that kid? The punishments of the Vajra Sect are detailed." Zhuo Yanfei frowned, "It's too ridiculous. The old problem of the Vajra Sect is that I have told you many times that it is too hard to break, but you just don't listen."
Chen Yi muttered angrily: "We are too shameless, sect master, you seniors, why didn't you think of killing Mu Luosheng's gang on the way?"
"Also, if they want to come to the country, why don't they just let them come? Don't worry about finding any excuse at the border, just blast them out. Isn't it difficult?"
Mu Qingyun also nodded.
that is!
Zhuo Yanfei took a deep breath and glanced at his disciples with a smile on his face: "Why are you still standing there? Everyone who has a competition tomorrow should go back and rest."
Everyone: "..."
The Anbang Dingguo Tournament usually takes less than half a month from start to finish every year, sometimes even longer.
In other years, maybe everyone can take it easy, but this year, it is definitely a competition that requires all the energy, physical strength and endurance.
The disciples were stared at by Master Zhuo with a half-smiling look, and they immediately dispersed.
Mu Qingyun returned to the room and started practicing sword practice on the wide balcony.
In today's contest with Sun Feifei, she only made one move, but after this move, her progress was comparable to that of the previous month.
The fog in my heart dissipated, and my mind became clear.
Mu Qingyun's sword became smoother and smoother, and her movements became faster and faster. The window was open, and the rain outside the window seemed to be dancing with her sword, and thunder could be heard everywhere.
From the second day onwards, the intensity of the competition gradually increased.
Mu Qingyun played three games in one day.
All went well, three wins in a row.
Chen Yi and the other four senior brothers and sisters also won.
In fact, the other disciples from Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall who came to gain experience were naturally eliminated in the first round. The rest were all elites, and it was natural to win a few games.
On the third day, Mu Qingyun finally met a serious opponent.
Zhao Xiang, a disciple of Yanzi Clan, a famous sect in the south of the Yangtze River.
Last year, Anbang ranked tenth in the national competition.
