The whole yard is filled with the aroma of various wines.
Everyone had been tense for such a long time, and it was finally over, and they naturally relaxed completely.
Mu Qingyun wrote for a long time, then stretched out his legs to drag the chair over and said with a smile: "Mr. Huang, please sit down."
She looked around and smiled: "These guys have sense."
Tang Jingping also sat closer, sorted out the drafts for Mu Qingyun, and put the pages into categories. A smile appeared on his lips: "Just right, it can save a few sparring partners."
Both Situ Qingshuang and Yun Duoer's martial arts were domineering and powerful, which meant that they were particularly expensive to practice.
Of course it is impossible for these guys to bring their own sparring partners when they come to Yaowu City.
If you really want to take them with you, wouldn't that mean you are mocking Yaowu City?
Everyone knows that this city is most famous for its daily fighting.
Take a walk around the streets, hoping to fight from sunrise to sunset.
Many masters come to Yaowu City just to fight. What's the point of having a sparring partner?
Situ Qingshuang and Yun Duo'er are both distinguished guests, and they are visiting Yaowu City. Tang Jingping naturally needs to satisfy each other in every aspect. In terms of sparring, he has to send out the most suitable disciples.
The past two days have been fine. In the past few days, these two people could consume four or five dollars a day.
Why!
Huang Siping's eyes followed the masters flying all over the sky, and there seemed to be some confusion and fear on his face.
Mu Qingyun burst into laughter and raised her hand suddenly. A plate of cut fruits fell into her hand. She held it directly in front of Huang Siping and said with a smile: "Hurry and try it."
Although everyone seemed to be fighting without any scruples, in fact everyone knew what was going on.
After being beaten like this, there were only pieces of peel and broken bones flying on the ground, but nothing serious and important was damaged at all.
However, if masters like Situ and Yun Duoer can't control their targets well, then they are looking down on the world's heroes.
Huang Siping suddenly laughed, the folds on his face stretched out, he sat down hurriedly, suppressed his worries, and ate the fruit happily, not forgetting to add drinks to Mu Qingyun from time to time.
Tang Jingping calmly blocked out the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong: "Mr. Fang from Baiyun Clan and Master Zhuo Clan both said when they came to me that year that the original intention of establishing Yaowu City was very good. However, year after year, they became overly conservative. , when you are indulgent, you are too indulgent.”
"I think Junior Sister wants to allow young people in my country who want to practice martial arts to have the opportunity to practice martial arts. This is a great thing."
Huang Siping's fingers trembled slightly as he touched the teacup. He seemed a little excited and sighed: "It's not just excellent, Yue Nuxia is really a saint."
Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "No, don't put a high hat on me. I'm just trying to catch a duck, and my head suddenly gets hot. If I want to do this well, I still have to work hard."
And how to arrange more and more warriors is also a very necessary knowledge.
But for now, it doesn't matter. There are never enough experts nowadays. We need manpower to defeat the declining army. Although there is peace all around, there are many restricted areas in the Ming Kingdom that have not yet been explored. Every time we go to the restricted area to open up wasteland, we are bringing Many experts still find it insufficient.
But when there are more masters, the situation will change and the order will easily become chaotic.
There is also a path for warriors to rise, which is not very clear at the moment. Especially for civilian warriors, it is not only the secrets that support their martial arts practice, but also the wealth and wealth.
The martial artists from famous families have nothing to say. Their family property is rich enough and they have their own business. They practice martial arts happily, and their families provide them with supplies every time they use it.
Although disciples like Mu Qingyun who came from the Yuncheng Martial Arts School also competed for glory and received tasks, but even without these, the imperial court still spent money to support them every year.
How do ordinary civilian martial artists support themselves before they start practicing martial arts and become masters?
Become a sect?
To be a bodyguard and look after homes and homes?
Taking the martial arts exam and entering an official career?
All of these will be there, but before you grow up, what will happen in the long journey? Could it be that you can't grow because you don't have resources, or you have to do things you shouldn't do for resources?
Moreover, this person is armed with sharp weapons and has murderous intentions everywhere. If there are too many warriors, the destruction of order will be obvious.
Just look at how much effort the imperial court spent on rectifying the martial arts world, and you will understand this. That is the current consensus.
Mu Qingyun casually took out a page from his notebook and drew a Yaowu City Library in two or three strokes, then a 'university', and a bunch of buildings in a row.
You can read the 'Secret Books' in the library for free. If you don't understand, you can go to the university to take open classes. The best ones will receive scholarships. How to take on tasks when you reach a certain level.
Just imagine, you can do whatever you want.
Tang Jingping laughed: "If it really works, our Yaowu City will become a new generation of martial arts holy land."
The two of them were talking lively to each other.
Huang Siping smiled, stood up, and took a bunch of small helpers around him to fill up the food, so that everyone would not be able to enjoy themselves.
They played until the moon was high, Yun Duoer was so drunk that her eyesight was blurred, and she finally couldn't hold the gun steady. Mu Qingyun called Huang Siping and several staff members and stuffed everyone back into their respective rooms.
After urging Yun Duo'er to wash up briefly, blow out the candles, close the door and windows, Mu Qingyun returned to the room.
It was already dark at this time, but she couldn't sleep for a while, so she simply grabbed two pillows to sit on with her hair loose, and took out a stack of bound newspapers to read.
Every day she leaves ironed and bound newspapers in her room, and recently the legendary stories that interest her are placed in the most conspicuous place.
No wonder Tang Jingping always said that they couldn't live without Huang Siping. She felt that life had become so comfortable recently that she wanted to prepare a capable butler for her martial arts school.
Mu Qingyun picked up the newspaper and continued reading "The Demon Fox" she had read last time.
It is a strange story about ghosts and gods, using ghosts to write about people, and a multi-line narrative. It is rare that it can be written in many ways without being messy. It is better than most of the stories about talents, beauties, gods and monsters nowadays.
Mu Qingyun never misses every issue and likes it very much.
With the help of the light, although the illustrations in the newspaper were in black and white, they were delicately painted, and Mu Qingyun couldn't help but be intoxicated by them.
In the book, the demon fox takes advantage of the darkness and quietly walks to the little scholar's window. If he cannot take back the little scholar's heart that he borrowed from his daughter, then his child will definitely not be able to survive the disaster.
As a father, how could the demon fox be willing to see his daughter fall into a pit of fire?
The story becomes increasingly tense.
It seems that the night in reality has become tense.
The wind blew in from the half-opened window, and the shadows of the candles flickered. Mu Qingyun's eyebrows remained unchanged, and he suddenly smiled and said in a warm voice: "Why don't Mr. Huang rest? I thought a demon fox would come to climb the window."
Huang Siping ouched and said with a smile: "How can I sleep? There are a lot of things going on outside, but my daughter-in-law, please take a rest quickly, don't you have to rush to Leizhou Mansion tomorrow?"
"The old man would like to congratulate Yue Nuxia on winning the championship again."
As he spoke, Huang Siping quietly packed his things again.
Mu Qingyun chuckled, blew out the candle, and quickly fell asleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but I seemed to wake up from the dream twice.
Suddenly a black shadow suddenly appeared in the room.
There was no sound at all.
The black shadow quietly reached out and touched the candlestick placed on Zhuotou. There was a bang, and the entire table burned in an instant.
