The autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves just have time to pile up into a pile, which makes it look a bit spectacular.
The bustling scene in the martial arts arena is no longer visible. There are many more staff, "Historical Biography" reporters, and journalists from newspapers and magazines than there are martial artists.
"It comes like thunder to calm down the anger, and it ends like the clear light of the river and the sea. Ha, today's "Historical Writings: Talking about Martial Arts", the front page headline actually reports that Anbang has settled the country, and a large space is given to you, Qingqing."
"This reporter named Xie Ruo writes well, but he just quoted this poem again."
Her senior brother, and Su Hang, were recorded in history for the first time, and they all used a line from this poem in their eulogies.
Not only his disciples, but Zhuo Yanfei became famous in his first battle, and it was also cited in the history books.
It has simply become the royal poem of Yuncheng Martial Arts School.
However, Xie Ruoting is good at talking and praising her, which really makes people happy.
Chen Yi exhaled and said with a smile: "If you win this round again, Qingqing, you will enter the top sixteen."
"To be honest, I really didn't expect this."
Chen Yi sent Mu Qingyun to the martial arts arena, and after thinking about it for a long time, Mu Qingyun picked out the opponent for the next match, and she quickly opened it to take a look.
"Si Le."
Chen Yi was silent for a long time, "Let's take it easy and don't consume too much energy."
"After all, whether it's the top 16 or the top eight, there will always be a day when our young people can get it."
"But this time I had too much of a fight with Si Le. It was fratricide. It just made the bastards of Mishima Country proud."
Mu Qingyun understood and solemnly said: "Don't worry."
Zhuo Yanfei also came over and coaxed Mu Qingyun: "Qingqing is done competing today, can I teach you He Meng?"
Chen Yi suddenly felt a little envious.
Crane Dream is Zhuo Yanfei's famous stunt. When he was young, he optimized several sword techniques of Baiyun Sect and created "Crane Dream".
This sword technique is rated among the top ten famous swords in the world by historians, and is the most beautiful in the world.
Together with Crane Meng, the opponent will also be fascinated and lose their hostility.
It's just that this set of swordsmanship emphasizes both intention and form. The moves are ever-changing, depending on the place, the time, and the person. Many disciples simply can't learn it.
The popular "Crane Dance" at Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is derived from Zhuo Yanfei's simplified and dismantled version of "Crane Dream". It is not as powerful as Crane Dream, but it is so beautiful that it has seven to eight points of charm.
Senior brothers and senior sisters came to comfort her one by one, and promised to take her to the busiest market in Zhaocheng for shopping, to eat signature dishes in restaurants, and to go sightseeing in the mountains.
Mu Qingyun responded one by one.
She didn't want to fight Si Le either.
If there was this competition on other occasions, she would definitely try her best. This is respect for herself and for her opponent.
But now this is not only a game, but also a national war.
The people of the Three Island Kingdom made it clear that they wanted to suppress the martial arts spirit of the Ming Kingdom and enhance the self-confidence of their own people.
In their own eyes, they were seizing the opportunity to take a bite of meat from the Ming Kingdom and change the reality that the Three Islands Country had been a vassal state of the Ming Kingdom since ancient times.
This trip came with a political purpose.
Mu Luosheng is the bright spear in the arena. Apart from him, there are still countless hidden arrows scattered throughout Zhaocheng and outside.
....In just a few days, they have dug up more than 20 hidden piles of the three island countries in their own country.
Even Mu Qingyun can understand that this is indeed a confrontation between the two countries.
At this point in the war between nations, any means need not feel despicable.
It's not that warriors like them think highly of themselves, but they can't be careless no matter what.
Maybe there won't be such serious consequences. Maybe even if you lose to Mu Luosheng, the people of the country can understand it, and the warriors in the world can also understand it.
But who would want to lose?
After a few words, the time was up.
2:45 p.m.
sunny.
Mu Qingyun and Si Le stepped onto the ring at the same time, Si Le looked...
Although cold and indifferent, her behavior was quite considerate. When she left, she took a step behind Mu Qingyun and lifted the rope for her when she came on stage.
Although they were determined to lose, they were already competing for the top 16. Historians' pens were present and reporters were taking photos.
It is impossible for everyone to just admit defeat like before.
That's ugly.
This year’s event will definitely leave a mark in the history books.
Mu Qingyun himself knows that not much history remains in later generations, only fragments remain.
People in the world don't know.
Entering the ring, Mu Qingyun and Si Le stood in the east and west positions respectively.
Si Le suddenly said: "Your lingering spring feeling is particularly good."
Mu Qingyun smiled.
In recent days of competition, she has only used the most basic sword techniques from Yuncheng Martial Arts School, and the most used one is Baiyun Sword.
She is better than the masters of Kunlun Sword Sect, and she is full of spring spirit.
Better than the swordsmen of the Jin family in northern Jiangsu, they are full of spring.
Better than flying on the snow, Pei Han is still full of spring.
Nowadays, the disciples of various sects in the hotel have almost become tense and alert when they hear someone talking about the lingering spring, ready to draw weapons at any time.
After entering the elite, Mu Qingyun came back to practice Baiyun Sword Technique and gained more experience.
She likes it more and more.
Sometimes, she felt that if she studied this set of swordsmanship deeply and reached its essence, she might be able to pursue the truth, overcome illusions, and even defeat destiny.
In the blink of an eye, the time is up, and the referee loudly announces - "Start!"
This time, Mu Qingyun did not use fast strikes and strong attacks like before. Instead, he opened his posture, adjusted his inner breath, and showed his starting position - White Cloud Watching the Sun.
Si Le raised the tip of his sword, bringing out an arc-shaped crescent moon and piercing Mu Qingyun's eyebrows.
"The Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace - Gu Yue San!"
In the stands, the full audience exclaimed.
Si Yan, the first disciple of Moon Palace, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, dumbfounded: "You bastard!"
If he beats Master Zhuo's beloved disciple to tears, he will have to be given a solid meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots and meat by his master when he returns home.
Si Yan saw Zhuo Yanfei's expression suddenly darken across the head.
Si Le, however, had no idea of his senior brother's inner slander, and struck out faster than the last.
The sword energy was flowing vertically and horizontally, and every move pierced Mu Qingyun's vital points all over his body.
After a while, Zhuo Yanfei's eyebrows gradually softened - his young disciple actually received such a violent attack one by one, steadily and safely.
"The lingering feeling of spring, the lingering feeling of spring, has indeed captured its essence!"
…Si Le also finally saw how difficult this “spring breeze” really is.
Although Mu Qingyun was on defense, his defense was airtight and very beautiful.
Her sword is like a barrier formed by a water curtain and waterfall, and also like a spring sun that is everywhere and almost imperceptible, shining on the enemy's heart every moment.
Zhuo Yanfei couldn't help but show a little pride in her eyes.
Mu Qingyun suddenly felt a chill coming over her. Si Le's sword was clearly on her right, but her left shoulder was trembling slightly, as if in fear and excitement.
She trusts her feelings.
Because it's never wrong.
This is the "Void Moon" in the Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace, commonly known as the Mirror Flower and the Water Moon.
Mu Qingyun raised his sword, and a burst of electric light flashed. Sure enough, he blocked Si Le's soft silver sword. At that moment, she grabbed the empty door.
Instinctively, the sword flew out without hesitation, and with a "setting sun" move, the sword energy billowed and hit Si Le's forehead.
As soon as the sword was released, Mu Qingyun suddenly felt something was wrong.
Si Le did not dodge or block, and his whole body seemed to be in a daze.
The audience in the stands were still cheering, but a group of warriors were so frightened that their breathing slowed down.
Mu Qingyun's face turned pale, but he saw the referee's sleeves lifted up, gently rolled around the tip of the sword, and the force of the sword disappeared instantly.
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She quickly sheathed her sword, looking confused.
Even the referee was stunned. Si Le shook his body and fell to the ring with a thud.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
The scene suddenly became tense. qs
After a long while, the referee reluctantly said quietly: "The winner is Zhang Qingqing from Yuncheng Martial Arts School."
Zhuo Yanfei: "You Yuegong did it on purpose!"
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The Snow Emperor
