Yuncheng
November 1st
partly cloudy.
Su Hang took Mu Qingyun up the stone steps from the back door of the Yuncheng Central Gymnasium. After thinking about the door owner's instructions, he reached out and took off her cloak and changed it into a small navy blue cloak.
The Youth Martial Arts Competition was held for the fourth time this year.
It was organized by Changchun Jiangao Changhe, the silver medalist in the competition twenty years ago.
Three years ago, he retired from the martial arts school in the capital and returned to his hometown. Seeing that there were very few young martial artists in his hometown, he began to think about cultivating the next generation.
The Yuncheng Martial Arts Gym had originally recruited him, but Gao Changhe had been competing in the arena for many years and had been injured earlier and was not in good physical condition. After retiring, he also wanted to spend more time with his parents, wife and children, so he declined the invitation from Master Zhuo. .
But he still took matters into his own hands and founded the Youth Martial Arts Competition.
It is held twice a year, once in spring and once in autumn, to inspire young warriors to strive for the first place.
In previous years, more people from Yuncheng participated in the martial arts competitions, and most of the contestants from other places were from nearby.
This year is an exception.
Because the first round of the Samsara Tournament was held in Yuncheng, where warriors from all over the world gathered, contestants usually brought a few new generations with them so that the children could see the world.
Come here, if there are youth competitions held in this Yuncheng territory, there will always be people who can't bear their temper and want to participate.
At first, there was news that several disciples from the Huijian Sect and several disciples from the Yanzi Sect might participate.
As soon as the news came out, applicants sprung up like mushrooms after rain.
Mu Qingyun heard all kinds of news and couldn't help but doubt that the news that someone was participating in the competition was deliberately spread to create hype, but it might not be true.
It’s just that people nowadays have no idea about hype, so the effect is naturally very good.
Huijianmen has participated. Someone from the Tang family is here. Will they participate? If the Tang family participates, what about the Yang family? What about Swallow Gate?
Just like matryoshka dolls, one is nested inside another, but in the end, the wind cannot be stopped, and they are all trapped.
Mu Qingyun was very happy about this. Firstly, she was invited to come over and she had to pay a lot of money. Secondly, she could appreciate other people's unique skills up close, so why not?
After walking up the stone steps and following the welcoming staff to the lounge, Mu Qingyun visited Yuncheng Gym along the way.
The gymnasium is not small, with a high dome and many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all of which were left by famous warriors of the present and previous generations.
There is also the word "sword" written by the sword god Xiao Lingfeng.
The sword intent roared through the paper, and Mu Qingyun couldn't help but stamp his feet and linger in front of the calligraphy and painting for a long time.
After walking around for a while, I went to the lounge. Before I even entered, I heard a very familiar voice inside.
"Why is it unreasonable?"
It was Yun Duo'er who spoke, "Don't I have three glasses of fine wine here? Sword God Xiao Lingfeng arrived and saw the wine. How could he still fight with Yang Qiang Shen? The two of them naturally had to go drink first. Of course it was me who is a popular person. eat."
Mu Qingyun opened the door and glanced around, seeing that the room was full of acquaintances.
Situ Qingshuang was lying on the sofa beside him, Si Le, Brother Si Yan, and Yun Duo'er. The other one was Zhao Xiang from Yanzimen, who was also an acquaintance.
Adding Mu Qingyun, she almost thought she was in the lounge of the Anbang Dingguo Tournament.
Except for Situ Qingshuang who was sleeping, everyone else gathered around, happily playing cards. Judging from the notes on everyone's faces, Yun Duo'er should have the upper hand.
Si Le had the most notes posted on his face, looking a bit unwilling.
"Sister Qingqing, oh, Mr. Su is here too, come and play."
Mu Qingyun smiled and sat over.
Card fighting is quite interesting. The gameplay is similar to that of flying chess, but the map and specifications are more complex.
Players draw cards before playing, and famous warriors are drawn on the cards.
Everyone can attack enemy bases, seize resources, form alliances, and join forces vertically and horizontally. The gameplay is rich and diverse. There is also an adventure system, where you can randomly pick up talents and treasures, and encounter historical events.
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Even if the game goes smoothly, it can be played for more than half an hour. It is one of the most popular games among warriors.
Mu Qingyun had never done this in modern times. He only learned it after arriving at Yuncheng Martial Arts School.
But she was very lucky, and Su Hang was very dedicated in assisting her.
Hey, Zhuo Yanfei told Su Hang to escort his junior sister. Mu Qingyun heard it with his own ears outside the door. The master of the door told senior brother Su that anyone who dared to attack his junior sister should get down first. He must not do it. polite.
Su Hang is stubborn in practicing martial arts, and he is also quite persistent in his life. He promised to take care of Mu Qingyun, that is, all-round and meticulous.
After playing chess for less than half an hour, Yun Duoer's eyes were as wide as eggs. He stared at the cards in his hand with a bulging face, his face full of confusion.
Si Yan blinked and smiled: "Mr. Su, actually... there should be skills in releasing water. You can't turn water release into flood discharge. In that case, everyone will have no game experience at all, and it will be very boring for Miss Zhang to play."
Su Hang immediately looked up at him and raised his eyebrows: "Can you please give me some advice?"
"Easy to say, it's up to me."
Next, Si Yan seriously showed Su Hang a wave of freeing skills.
At the end of a chess game, Mu Qingyun always had the advantage for a few minutes, and was in danger for a few minutes. After a while, all the players were in a stalemate with each other, and the winning rate seemed to be similar.
In the end, Mu Qingyun won by chance despite numerous difficulties and obstacles.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing.
Su Hang nodded: "I learned it!"
Yun Duo'er, Zhao Xiang, and Si Le couldn't stop laughing. Not to mention, although they didn't win, Si Yan was really a master of the game. Under his overall control, everyone experienced the joy of the game.
The staff outside listened to the noisy card fighting in the house through the wall.
"call."
"It turns out these masters also play cards."
"And he's also obsessed with it. He's not much worse than my little nephew who gets itchy all day long if he doesn't go to the chess and card room."
The service staff went in to change the tea three times, but no one drank much.
Everyone was laughing and joking inside and outside the lounge, looking relaxed.
After playing for nearly two hours, Xue Peng, the judge of the martial arts competition, finally showed up. He pushed the door in, took one look and smiled: "I said I was too busy, so I might not entertain them well, but now it seems that everyone is very capable." Enjoy yourself!"
Su Hang, Si Yan and the others were obviously familiar with him, and they didn't even move.
Si Yan waved his hand casually: "I heard that Master Xue Dazhuang has acquired some particularly outstanding young people?" qδ
Xue Peng sighed, pretended to point far away, pointed at Mu Qingyun and said: "Excellent? The best young warrior in our Yuncheng already belongs to Master Zhuo. Who can be called outstanding?"
Su Hang immediately moved his body to the right, covering Mu Qingyun and said, "You can only watch, but you are not allowed to touch."
Xue Peng: "..."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Everyone laughed again.
Si Yan hung up on his junior brother and sighed: "You can't blame us, Master Zhuo. No matter who it is, he won't let others take a second look at such a precious disciple."
The fact that Mu Qingyun was better than Mu Luosheng, regardless of how many external factors and moisture there were, caused the entire Ming Dynasty to boil.
