The wind in early spring is a bit cold. Sometimes it is cool and refreshing, and sometimes the dry and cold air penetrates the nostrils and throat. The lungs are numb and itchy, and it is so uncomfortable that I want to cough up blood and slag.
The Leizhou Prefecture Youth Cup competition scene was crowded and very lively.
Mu Qingyun's opponent today is a Sanren named Yao Tao, who has no family or sect. His father was a bodyguard and learned martial arts in the bodyguard bureau. After having a son, he didn't really want to let his son practice martial arts.
After all, he was not happy to let his son continue to be an escort.
It's not peaceful outside these days. If you stay at home regularly, you may encounter natural or man-made disasters. Going out for escorts is naturally even more dangerous.
He has been able to go through ups and downs in his life, make enough money smoothly, retire and live a comfortable life for a few years, but he cannot guarantee that his son will still be so lucky.
Yao Tao has been studying since he was a child, and his father wanted him to become a scholar.
This lasted until the child was ten years old, and nothing earth-shattering happened. It was just that Yao Tao's father went out and happened to see a chubby little man who had practiced some martial arts bullying other children.
Because this little chubby guy knew martial arts, a bunch of kids were submissive in front of him, and even their toys were taken away.
When the father thought about it, he thought, no, this man still needs to learn martial arts. .
When I got back, I took my son out who was studying and started to ask him to do horse walking and Zhuang Kung Fu.
Unexpectedly, Yao Tao is actually very talented, ten times better than his father. His father only practiced a little Changquan, Soul-Severing Sword, and other bad street skills in the escort agency, and taught them to his son. That is, a soul-cutting knife.
He is the most practiced, and he feels that having weapons is better than not having weapons.
During this practice, Yao Tao's abilities were revealed. After practicing for three years, he won the first prize in local small competitions time and time again. He is now eighteen years old and has become somewhat famous in their area.
There are also some small sects that want to accept him as a disciple, but Yao Tao's mother is in poor health and he himself is a little hesitant and unwilling to leave home. Moreover, he has seen the martial arts of those sect disciples and thinks they are not very powerful.
After a lot of delay, Yao Tao began to make a name for himself as a Sanren.
"call."
Yao Tao stared at Mu Qingyun cautiously, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and beads of sweat rolled down.
To be honest, this was the first time he admitted that if he practiced martial arts with his biological father and learned a wild way, it was really possible for him to practice incorrectly. Unlike disciples of other sects, with elders imparting experience, the chances of making mistakes were less.
He had seen the daughter-in-law in front of him compete with others.
The last time Yue Nuxia was like this, she was covered in flaws and stood lazily in the middle of the ring, holding a sword in her hand and striking her opponent with one sword after another.
It seems like fifty moves, or sixty moves?
Others can see it or not, but Yao Tao doesn't know. Anyway, he can see clearly that Yuenvxia's opponent, the boy whose name I forgot, if his moves are better and there are no big mistakes, Yunvxia will trust him. Give him a hand and let him play more beautifully.
If that kid makes a wrong move or does something wrong, Yue Nuxia will suppress him and make him feel uncomfortable.
Yao Tao was very happy to see it, but the boy didn't realize that this was a good thing, and he collapsed after only fifty moves. His moves were messy, and he even cried when he lost.
He thought at that time that if it were him, he would definitely squeeze Yunvxia hard and squeeze out all the good things in her mind.
Over the years, Yao Tao is what he is today, not just because he knows how to study!
"Why!"
Heaven, earth!
Yao Tao really wanted to kneel down and kowtow to God and swear never to talk nonsense again.
At that time, he really couldn't stand and talk without pain in his back, and he also disliked people who couldn't even hold fifty moves, huh.
Anyone who can sustain fifty moves is clearly a true hero.
He was beaten until his eyes were covered with gray.
The breeze blew away the cold sweat on Yao Tao's face.
Mu Qingyun felt Qiu Shui Sword trembling slightly happily at her fingertips, and couldn't help but smile.
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Mu Qingyun was a little tired from running back and forth to compete every day, but now that he is playing, the fatigue has faded, and he feels that he has changed somewhat.
She seemed to be able to see the "vital energy" surging between heaven and earth, and everything around her seemed to be alive.
The sky and the earth, the wind and the rain, a tree by the road, and the little squirrel on the tree, all seemed to have changed in her spiritual world.
Mu Qingyun thought of what his instructor had said: there is no need to deliberately pursue the state of seeking truth. When the time comes, you will naturally know what to do.
Mu Qingyun lightly raised the Qiu Shui Sword and stabbed out with the sword. Yao Tao stopped and watched as the galaxy fell, covering his head and face. He fell to the ground and felt a faint pain like a tearing throat.
He even forgot to breathe.
"What a nice view!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Must win!"
Suddenly, there was a roar of cheers from the audience.
Mu Qingyun was shocked.
The local people in Leizhou Prefecture were also shocked.
As the state capital closest to Yaowu City, the local area has also been affected to some extent. Whenever these martial arts competitions held in the country start, people come together with their young and old together.
But everyone is considered well-informed, and most of them watch the game quietly. I have never seen such a raucous scene.
Reporters swarmed in and countless photographers pressed their shutters without hesitation.
Many local reporters in Leizhou Prefecture were crowded around by their colleagues. They were stunned and murmuring in their hearts.
Isn't Yue Qingqing a disciple of Yuncheng Martial Arts School?
Master Zhuo Yanfei of Zhuo Clan is very powerful, but he lives in Leizhou and has food in Yuncheng, so how can he be afraid of him?
Yuncheng Martial Arts School is not ranked high in the country.
Are these colleagues who came from Yaowu City mentally ill?
Why are they so crazy when they come to their own territory for no reason?
Moreover, in the previous competition, these people kept badmouthing her, saying that she was arrogant and disrespected the competition.
Newspapers from Yaowu City reach Leizhou Mansion much faster than traveling by car and horse. Usually, the time for newspapers to be seen in Leizhou is almost the same as in Yaowu City.
Seeing the smiles on the faces of their colleagues, their voices soft and sweet, and their greetings, everyone couldn't help but curl their lips, these people are too flattering.
As a reporter, using a pen as a knife, even praise should be well-founded.
But Mu Qingyun didn't care about reporters, newspapers and the like. She was in a happy mood. She became more and more happy as she played throughout the match. She didn't feel it was hard to travel between Leizhou and Yaowu City.
"The lady-in-law is still as good at predicting things as she is."
Returning to Yaowu City from Leizhou, Situ Qingshuang picked up the car at the station, picked up the luggage and sighed.
"Yue Nuxia once said that all the Sanjin warriors in Yaowu City will respect you very much. Now it seems that it has come true."
At that time, Situ Qingshuang thought that this junior sister was playing tricks and lost the bet. She could have said that after ten or twenty years, they would definitely respect her.
Unexpectedly, I underestimated Miss Yue.
