Yun Duoer followed Mu Qingyun step by step to the door.
At this time, the window lattice of the room was broken and the room was in a mess. Mu Qingyun was helpless: "If I had known earlier, I would have exposed Mr. Huang tomorrow."
These things seemed troublesome, but when Huang Siping was around, they could be dealt with in just three strokes, five divided by two, and it looked completely effortless.
It's my turn, well, forget it.
Fortunately, the bed was still safe. Mu Qingyun yawned, waved his hands, closed the door and fell asleep.
Tang Jingping thought for a while and finally went to see Huang Siping off.
Suddenly it started to rain.
"Why!"
Mu Chengfei walked a few steps against the wind, gently grabbed Tang Jingping's sleeves, and cried, "Brother, uncle, I received two pockets of apples from Lao Huang, er, Huang Siping, and two plates of dumplings made by him himself. And his 20-year-old daughter is famous, so what, does this count for me, eh?"
Tang Jingping said with a wooden face: "I don't know."
He knew nothing, he didn't even understand why the caring old housekeeper who had been at home for ten years suddenly turned into a liar.
Mu Chengfei: "Hey, wow!"
In fact, the Ombudsman is not yet so free.
The court was not that harsh on them either.
All night long, the stadium was desolate.
Early the next morning, Mu Qingyun packed his bags and went to Leizhou Mansion. Not only Situ and Yun Duoer wanted to go with them, but Tang Jingping also saw Mu Qingyun off all the way. When Mu Qingyun arrived at the station, he finally couldn't hold it back and asked.
"Why is Huang Siping like this?"
Mu Qingyun was silent for a long time and sighed: "I don't know."
However, it is probably the boundless sea of misery that mortals encounter while living in the human world, which drives them crazy.
Regardless of whether it is misery that drives people crazy or greed that drives people crazy, they are all cancers in the world that ordinary people cannot hide from or avoid.
Mu Qingyun got a little artistic, but when he arrived in Leizhou, he temporarily forgot all about it and played seven games in three days.
On the first day, the contestants of the Youth Cup - "Is this the Yue Qingqing who has been in the limelight recently?", "Kill her, this is a weapon to become famous." "Oh, it's a pity that I didn't meet her." " …”
The next day, the players - "This little girl doesn't seem to be easy to fight.", "It doesn't matter, I heard that she just played a few games in Yaowu City.", "Don't worry, she will face Song Bo next time. "..."
"On the third day, hey, you see for yourselves, our poor kid, Qingqing, is about to cry when it is his turn to be his opponent!"
All the above are from Yun Duoer's narration.
In fact, he didn't cry. The child was quite stubborn. He was only eighteen years old this year. He stood opposite with red eyes and glared at Mu Qingyun fiercely.
"Sister, hurry up and don't delay the secret auction."
Yun Duo'er was so anxious that she didn't suppress her voice.
The face of the child opposite suddenly turned even more ugly. He stood up suddenly, and a purple-red light suddenly appeared on his face.
Yun Duo'er glanced at it: "Hey, didn't you go through the Zixia Gate earlier?"
Mu Qingyun: "Ahem."
The child suddenly burst into tears.
Yun Duo'er really doesn't like to pick up any pot.
The last person Mu Qingyun hit was indeed the Zixia Sect, named Guo Jia. At that time, he felt a little annoyed and his attack was a bit cruel.
The Zixia Sect inherits Taoist martial arts. The last one who can win in the Youth Cup is naturally one of the best disciples in the sect. Zixia Kung has been practiced to the seventh level. Although he accidentally lost in the Youth Cup Two times, but it was all due to his own pride.
Everyone agrees that Guo Jia of Zixia Sect is the best disciple of Zixia Sect in the past thirty years.
Yun Duoer sneered at this.
Let's just talk about Mu Qingyun. After these few games, how many geniuses has she met once in ten years or once in fifty years?
She herself is still a rare sight in a hundred years.
Anyway, she didn't worry about Guo Jia, so she only used two moves to remove Guo Jia's limb joints.
What she used that day was a serious foreign martial arts joint technique.
The reason for using two moves is to protect the opponent, so as not to let him get hurt and let go, causing his own sword to hit his foot.
Of course, after getting off the ring, Mu Qingyun didn't need any help from other doctors. He helped Guo Jia recover and said a few words of comfort.
Mu Qingyun didn't quite remember what she said specifically. Anyway, she felt that he was gentle, gentle and meticulous, and definitely didn't behave arrogantly. But for some reason, the other party seemed to be very sad, and he was too sad to say a word.
On the stage, the 18-year-old young man from Zixiamen almost came to Mu Qingyun's side, his eyebrows were glaring and his cheeks were bulging, as if he was very angry.
The two older men and women behind him stretched out their hands to drag him, turned around and cupped their hands at Mu Qingyun, smiling coquettishly.
Mu Qingyun returned the gift.
While talking, the referee signaled preparations.
Mu Qingyun wrapped his protective gear around and said, "When we go back to the dark pavilion, we don't actually need to have too many people there, just a few experts."
Seeing that Yun Duo'er seemed a little nervous, and obviously remembering that he was fooled by the thief and made the other party disappear under his eyes, Mu Qingyun chuckled, "Don't worry, it can be seen that the other party is bold and confident. She just likes challenges, which is a good thing. If she really has such a temperament, then she will definitely show up."
Mu Qingyun chuckled softly, "Little Yunduo, look at me. After all, I have reached the point where the carp turns into a dragon and everyone surrenders. Are you still worried that you can't win against this little thief?"
"puff."
Several strange warriors next to him burst into laughter.
As soon as Situ turned his head, several warriors immediately shut up and had sarcastic expressions on their faces.
Even though Yue Qingqing was in the limelight and was blown up to the sky by the Sanren warriors in Yaowu City, they could still sneer at him casually and not take him seriously.
But with Situ Qingshuang here, they could only shut up.
To put it bluntly, Yuncheng Martial Arts School is just one of the countless court martial arts schools. It is very small. Zhuo Yanfei and Baiyun Sect are both small sects. No matter how much Zhuo Yanfei holds a grudge or protects his shortcomings, he will not be punished for a trivial matter. Chase them and fight.
The Huijian Sect in Jiangnan has a deep foundation. For hundreds of years, Jiangnan has been the lord. There are countless masters in the sect and they are also powerful. Several of their families are vassals of the Huijian Sect.
Mu Qingyun also felt a little embarrassed, coughed and stepped onto the ring.
There were cheers all around.
There were also people gathering together and whispering, feeling a little bit dissatisfied. Yes, this Yue Qingqing was the Dragon Crossing the River, and for this competition, no one could say he was not awesome.
But she didn't have the advantage today. This little girl had been fighting for three days in a row, and today was her first match. In the previous matches, she also had hard times.
"There must be hidden injuries."
Several warriors looked at each other with a tacit understanding.
In the past, when Yue Qingqing fought against others, he would show off his abilities to the fullest. Sometimes a match could last for half an hour, and the inexperienced spectators all said they were enjoying themselves.
In the past three days, her playing style has changed dramatically!
