There is no way, as long as a martial arts gym wants to run smoothly, it really costs money for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Especially when it comes to ingredients, the so-called poor culture and rich martial arts is an unbreakable truth. If you want to be truly successful in martial arts, you don't need to practice just to be a showman, so you must not only practice, but also take supplements.
Mu Qingyun is now practicing Jin Yang Gong. The kitchen will stew Shiquan Dabu Decoction for her once a day in the morning and evening. The precious medicinal materials in it can be eaten by ordinary wealthy people in a month or two and they will go bankrupt.
She is not the only one who needs these. There are at least seven disciples in the martial arts school who also need to drink similar tonic soup, but the consumption is not as high as hers.
Because of these kinds of expenses, their martial arts school had already been struggling to survive, and all the money they borrowed had to be allocated by the court the year after next.
Mu Qingyun blinked, closed the ledger, and like Chen Yi, pretended not to know anything.
Since what is being 'borrowed' is the future allocation of the imperial court to the martial arts school, it is obvious that the imperial court knows everything and is still willing to borrow it despite all the circumstances. That is, Zhou Yu is willing to fight the yellow cover, and one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.
Mu Qingyund has no intention of mentioning this matter anyway. Pay back the money in advance? dream!
After paying back the money, neither she nor the brothers would be able to drink the northwest wind?
Do you practice martial arts on an empty stomach?
Moreover, the martial arts school has to continue to cry for poverty and continue to borrow money.
Practicing martial arts is a very expensive job. If you don't cry about being poor and don't know how to borrow money, can the martial arts gym continue to exist?
The most you can do is make a plan to make money and try to balance your expenses as quickly as possible.
Under this premise, if there is still money left, they should save a sum of money to avoid having to pay back one day. They can tighten their belts and pay back the money as soon as possible.
In the blink of an eye, all the yellow leaves on the tree were almost gone.
On the day when the preliminary round of the Samsara Tournament started, the weather was very bad and gloomy.
Mu Qingyun sat at the edge of the stage and yawned slightly. Several volunteers next to her were startled and winked at her.
Not far away, at the Shenghua Stadium, a heavyweight was preparing for the opening match.
The two people who are about to fight today are also the only two players in this reincarnation tournament who are not coming from the big competition. They are already qualified, and this time they just want to warm up in the reincarnation tournament.
Mu Changfeng, the quasi-sword god of Tianshan, faced Chi Ze, the supreme elder of Huijianmen, who was also a quasi-sword god.
Both of them are forty-one this year, which is the best age for warriors. They have rich experience, deep internal strength, and their physical strength is at its peak. In another ten years, their internal strength may be stronger, but physically they may not be able to maintain what they are now. The peak.
Mu Qingyun rubbed his eyes and stared at the past with a group of volunteers and contestants around him.
The two bosses were very powerful. Mu Qingyun was lucky. She had undergone special training, but several volunteers felt sluggish in breathing when they were so far away. They couldn't help but pick up the heart-nourishing liquid prepared by the medical center. He drank a lot.
This kind of "rookie round" situation where the bosses are like "rookies" is rare in the reincarnation competition. The bosses are still very reserved and calm. However, as the world becomes bigger, there are warriors of all personalities. Every few years, there are probably some. Several big guys appeared in the reincarnation match.
These people have high status and weird tempers. No one dares to care about them. Normal players would just consider themselves unlucky. If they meet two more big guys and are eliminated by them, they will fight again next time.
As a result, one time, I don't know what happened to this group of people, but sixteen quasi-gods and seven sword gods came in one breath.
Good guy, those big guys, except for those who are extremely busy, are all out.
Throughout the reincarnation match, all the spectators looked on with bewildered expressions as Iori tortured Nainai. After the torture, he was killed in a massacre until the sky was dim, the earth was dark, and the sun and the moon were dark.
The audience was hooked and cheered.
The more they cheered, the more energetic the group became.
At the end of the reincarnation competition, everyone competed. Only the top twenty in the reincarnation competition will be qualified to participate in the selection of contestants.
Looking at it this way, they, the Ming Dynasty, are awesome!
The quasi-god couldn't even make it to the qualifying rounds of the competition.
Although these people could have directly signed up to participate in the Grand Competition, they are qualified. The news of their failure in the reincarnation competition is still more eye-catching.
After a while, the older and slow-moving members of the competition committee were busy modifying various rules and regulations.
They don't dare to say, please don't cause trouble, you murderers. If you want to compete, go to the big competition and fight to your heart's content. Don't cause trouble in the country.
Everyone can only say that those who are directly qualified to enter the big competition will not occupy the qualifiers even if they win the reincarnation competition.
Those who lose to these people will not count the defeat.
So now, the Samsara Tournament welcomes god-level warriors to compete on stage.
Although their coming here was a waste of resources and time, once these people appeared, the attention immediately increased by ten levels.
Thinking about it this way, the host city does not lose, the audience does not lose, and the players can see a higher level of competition, so there is no loss.
Mu Qingyun listened to Chen Yi whispering various rules of the popular science competition. He thought about it and asked with a smile: "I think it only stipulates that those quasi-gods won't count if they win, and they won't count if they lose to the quasi-gods. So, these quasi-gods will not count." If you lose to another player, will it count as extra points?”
Chen Yi: "..."
She had never thought about the problem from such a strange perspective.
It seems that everyone directly acquiesces that all kinds of bosses and gods enter the reincarnation competition just to torture others. Unless they bump into each other, they will not lose.
If you really want to lose, well, it seems like they don’t need to set anything.
Not to mention the god-level, a quasi-god, who can achieve destiny in half a step, but loses to Poliu, he himself will probably go home and retreat.
The sword light suddenly rose on the stadium.
Mu Qingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, his body straightened, and his breathing became non-existent.
The entire stadium was silent, except for the two divine swords that were shining brightly against the sun and the moon on the stadium.
In the past, when Mu Qingyun met the masters of breaking the illusion, he would casually comment on the flaws in the moves and the shortcomings of the martial arts. He was very insightful and everyone had to admit it. He often made the onlookers praise him, and his vision was unparalleled in the world!
But today, she suddenly realized that all her comments were useless.
Chize's sword only has three moves back and forth, and there are not many changes. If there are flaws, there must be some.
But so what.
With one move, the heaven and earth move, the sun and the moon lose their light, and come with the power of heaven. Ordinary people, even if the way of heaven is wrong, can they resist it?
Mu Changfeng's sword, for those who don't understand it, can't even be called a sword because it is a mixture of swordsmanship, boxing skills, and all kinds of techniques in the world.
But any sword practitioner who truly understands swords knows that his sword is a sword.
The sword intent of Huijianmen is fierce and domineering. No matter what moves you use, you can't escape this sword intent.
Mu Changfeng's sword seemed to be able to tear the sky apart.
Mu Qingyun was silent for a long time, then exhaled, feeling that the arrogance that had grown in his heart had completely dissipated. (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
