"We are ordinary people in this world, how can we escape from this worldly affairs?"
Chi Ze chuckled.
He has always been a homebody. He doesn't like talking to people he doesn't know well, and he doesn't like going out. His biggest hobby every day is to practice sword fighting with his brothers and sisters at home, or to teach his disciples.
But this time when I participated in the reincarnation competition in Yuncheng, I suddenly became interested in the outside world.
He is now a serious seeded player in the Grand Competition. What he should do most is to bring glory to the Ming Dynasty in the Grand Competition. For this reason, he has been in seclusion for many years and cannot leave the house more than once a year.
This year, there are always some bad signs in the restricted areas in various places.
The three-island country experienced frequent changes again.
Several troubles occurred in a year, which may even damage the foundation of the Ming Dynasty's martial arts. Several highly respected seniors in the martial arts, considering various reasons, deliberately chose stable masters like Chi Ze and Mu Changfeng to spread the news. When the reincarnation match comes up, the Poseidon Needle is coming.
Chi Ze was very unhappy before going out, but now it seems that people who practice martial arts should walk around more. The more you walk and the more you see, the more your sword skills can survive.
Chi Ze looked back at Yue Qingqing and blinked.
Mu Changfeng rolled his eyes, as if he knew what he was thinking: "Don't think about it, it's impossible."
There is only one Yue Qingqing. If it were anyone else, even if they were thrown into the rolling dust of the world thirty times, they would not have such a gifted vision.
If Yue Qingqing's talent can be created, then all warriors don't have to work hard. As long as they have another "Yue Qingqing" talent hanging on them, they can reach the sky in one step.
Mu Qingyun took his eyes away from Yue Ling and Guo Ying, and drank a cup of warm wine through the wisp of red dust outside the window.
No matter how good the banquet is, it will eventually break up.
After drinking, it was time for Chi Ze, Mu Changfeng and others to say goodbye.
Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi, together with the masters from various martial arts schools in Yuncheng, sent these people out of the city gate.
Before leaving, I broke the willows to say goodbye and said goodbye in due course.
Mu Changfeng did not forget to smile before he got on the horse: "I have to study some new moves immediately when I get home, so as not to use them in the reincarnation competition next year."
After a pause, he felt helpless: "With your speed in learning martial arts, Yue Nuxia, how many moves can I use every day?"
The implication is that Mu Qingyun may be a strong opponent in next year's reincarnation match.
Everyone else laughs.
While laughing, he said goodbye to Mu Qingyun one by one, and the sad emotions gradually dissipated.
They got on the carriage and went straight to the station, and went their separate ways.
It has to be said that as soon as the preliminary round of this year's reincarnation tournament in Yuncheng ended, Mu Qingyun became famous all over the world.
Mu Changfeng, Chi Ze and other top masters in breaking the delusion realm have almost become her foils.
Finally, there were the guys from the Warlock Sect of the Three Islands Kingdom who came obediently and acted as stepping stones to send Mu Qingyun flying.
With the preliminary round of the Samsara Tournament over, the semi-finals and finals are about to be held in the capital. Newspapers carrying the first pass information are sold all over the country. The reputation of Yue Nuxia has expanded from Yuncheng to more than half of the Ming Dynasty.
"Why!"
But Mu Qingyun didn't really want such a reputation.
With such a prestigious reputation, even Grandma Sun, who supplies food to the martial arts school, said that the price of food will rise by two cents.
"You are a heroine. You have been in the newspapers. How can you eat these ordinary dishes? Your stomach and intestines must be a bit more expensive. You must eat the expensive kind."
Grandma Sun became the "vegetable tyrant" of Yuncheng Market for seven or eight years.
She is the most popular and capable person in the village. She receives the most food every day. One-third of the food provided by the vendors in the market comes from her.
Even so, Grandma Sun still woke up early and went to patrol her territory every day.
Most of the food at the Yuncheng Martial Arts School is supplied by Grandma Sun, who delivers it to the Martial Arts School at 4:30 every morning.
The quality is good, the portions are generous, and Grandma Sun has the confidence to negotiate the price.
"Ten pounds of vegetables cost only two cents. If you spread it out evenly, it means nothing."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
The question is not whether they are expensive or not. There is no difference between the expensive ones and the cheap ones. They are grown by the same people and in the same land.
Moreover, the retail purchase next to her was actually two cents cheaper, while her wholesale purchase was actually two cents more expensive.
Why?
Mu Qingyun didn't really want to be taken advantage of.
Yue Nuxia insists on being treated the same as ordinary people and will never make any specializations.
"Grandma Sun, I have a poor stomach. I can't eat expensive food or digest it. Just give me cheap food."
Grandma Sun: "..."
Mu Qingyun and Grandma Sun stood at the back door and watched the vegetables pour into the backyard like water, while they started cordial and friendly discussions on the issue of two pennies.
In the end, Grandma Sun was pressed for time and was the first to raise her hands and surrender.
After all, it was just a matter of two cents. Mu Qingyun could do two things at once, practicing martial arts and gossiping with Grandma Sun, but she still had countless businesses to do.
For two pennies, Grandma Sun could only allocate a quarter of an hour to the Yuncheng Martial Arts School at most. Any longer time would be uneconomical.
As a food tycoon who makes money every minute, Grandma Sun is quite good at math.
Mu Qingyun yawned. This time, he achieved a staged victory in the competition with the business tycoons.
"Ugh."
Mu Qingyun stretched his waist and was about to go back to catch up on his sleep before getting up to have a delicious breakfast. When he turned around, he saw Chen Yi staring at her blankly.
The breeze blew up the leaves on her head, her eyes were dull, and she was obviously not awake.
Mu Qingyun quickly pushed the sleepwalker back to the house.
The dormitory prepared for Mu Qingyun by the martial arts school is very spacious. It is on the second floor. The walls are painted with a layer of milky white paint. Except for two rows of bookshelves, the rest of the walls are filled with books.
A large bed is three meters long and three meters wide. The bedding provided by the martial arts school makes me wish I could think of Mu Qingyun as a beautiful Princess Pea. The mattress is three layers thick. The top mattress and quilt are all made of brocade. The sunshine A dozen, golden light.
Mu Qingyun pushed Chen Yi onto the bed, lay down and covered himself with quilt, but couldn't fall asleep, so he simply opened a book and read it.
The incense in the incense burner beside the bed brought out some freshness of truffles.
What she read today was an anecdote about the world written by Anonymous. It recorded the story of how the Crown Prince and his friends traveled to Kunlun and unexpectedly met the Kunlun Goddess.
Legend has it that the Kunlun Goddess' father is a god and her mother is a princess of the Ming Dynasty. Half of her nature is divine and the other half is human.
Therefore, the goddess was very curious about the human world, so she used the artifact Kunlun Mirror to peek into the human world.
Gods have a long lifespan, and mundane things are just a passing thing to them.
But the goddess was suddenly moved by the short life of human beings, so she appeared in Kunlun, made friends with the prince, and traveled with him for a while.
The goddess and the prince, as well as many people, have experienced ten years together, but humans and gods are different and will eventually separate. When the golden crow fell from the west, the goddess said goodbye to the prince and shed tears before leaving, saying that although these ten years were short, , but heavier than her ten thousand years of life.
After casually reading a few storybooks, Mu Qingyun fell asleep. As he fell asleep, he suddenly began to dream.
Perhaps because she had read too many fairy tales, she dreamed of memorizing Marxism-Leninism desperately. (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
