The government officials escorted the liar into the car and pushed him into the car. The liar burst into tears and held the car door tightly, shouting: "My wife, my wife, listen to me, let me go, and I will tell you the real truth." secret."
Mu Qingyun gently raised his hand to cover his forehead: "Hey."
Just now, there was a hint of a duel between the two powers, but in the blink of an eye - "The mood was completely gone."
Mu Qingyun frowned: "Why did she come to the auction? What does she want so many warriors to do for her?"
It’s not just about making money.
There are many liars who will deliberately make the situation worse, but this one is not like them.
Auctioning secret books just for a small amount of money is really not cost-effective.
"Immortality, resurrection from the dead."
On the carriage, the liar struggled desperately, refusing to let his mouth be blocked, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to go to the Yamen, I can't go in, my daughter-in-law, save me, I tell you, it's true, I know the method of immortality, and I know how to bring people back to life!"
Mu Qingyun: "...are you immortal?"
The liar was stunned.
Mu Qingyun sighed: "You will be immortal first and live for a hundred and eighty years. Then come to me and tell me these things."
The hearts of the surrounding warriors were beating wildly, but as soon as Mu Qingyun finished speaking, they felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on them, and they became calmer.
They are not emperors or generals, and their lives are just like this. Isn't it enough to suffer for decades? What kind of immortality is there? Are you tired of living for such a long time?
However, if this is what the liar said, then it seems logical why Huang Siping insisted on helping her.
Mu Qingyun sighed softly.
The only thing that can drive a smart, capable man crazy is the strongest desire deep in his heart.
What Huang Siping wants most is definitely his relatives.
Indeed, as soon as the news of the scammer's arrest came back, Huang Siping cried so hard that his tears dried up.
[In view of the general environment,
The Yamen will naturally take over the rest, so Mu Qingyun packed his bags, said goodbye to Yun Duoer and Situ Qingshuang, and took the car back home.
In March, the grass grows and the orioles fly.
The train was speeding along, and Mu Qingyun really felt a little homesick.
After more than half a month of "battle", I won two gold medals, which can be regarded as a proper completion of the task. The ranking of my martial arts school has climbed to 387, a full improvement of more than 100 places.
Obviously, not only his side is going well, but other brothers are also making good progress.
Yesterday, Mu Qingyun also received news from Chen Yi, saying that he had wiped out the tasks of three prefectural cities in one go, and received more than a thousand taels in bonuses.
Professor Wang and the others must be very happy.
More than just happy, as soon as Mu Qingyun returned to Yuncheng, she saw Wang Jiaoxi and the martial arts masters turning her dormitory in the martial arts hall into a sea of flowers made up of colorful gifts.
She quickly went to take a bath and sat comfortably next to the oven, roasting her hair and roasting peanuts.
Chen Yi quickly helped her apply some sweet-scented osmanthus oil on her head. As soon as Mu Qingyun moved, she held her down and coaxed her in a low voice: "This ointment is not very greasy. It is a formula specially bought by my uncle. It is very good." It’s easy to use, but I’m really not used to it, so I’ll wash it again later.”
People who practice martial arts are full of energy and blood, and their external manifestation is that almost everyone has a beautiful body.
Anyway, most people who practice serious martial arts are like this.
The word "beautiful" does not just mean appearance, body shape, skin, everything is natural, that is beautiful.
But speaking of it, it seems that the masters all have good looks, at least they are delicate.
After all, when masters recruit disciples, they cannot accept anything crooked. At first glance, they always look at appearance.
Good looks are always more likable.
Qingqing is very beautiful. What Chen Yi likes most is her hair. It is really worth hundreds of taels of gold.
A piece of satin will be countless times smoother. If you are in a bad mood, grab a handful and all your worries will disappear.
"By the way, the Zhang family has been quite lively recently."
Chen Yi looked speechless.
Mu Qingyun nodded.
She knew this.
There has been trouble before, and it seems that this time it is much more serious.
Not long after the New Year, Zhang Rongrong and Sun Yuzhi decided to officially get engaged. This was not like child's play, nor was it the sweet talk he had said when he and Zhang Xiuxiu were getting along. Both parties informed their relatives and friends at home.
As a result, during the serious engagement party, Zhang Xiuxiu suddenly fainted. Sun Yuzhi was shocked and took her away regardless.
There are still rumors behind it.
Zhang Xiuxiu is pregnant.
Zhang Rongrong was left at the scene. It was said that there were several guests at the time, and Sun Yuzhi's parents almost fainted from anger.
No one can figure out what is going on now. They only know that the engagement between Sun Yuzhi and Zhang Rongrong can only pass by without mentioning it, and it can no longer be counted.
Mu Qingyun was a little surprised when he heard the news, and suddenly felt more hopeful.
I think she just read a lot of similar romances and couldn't get enough of them, so she came up with her own idea.
The story in her imagination is really a tragedy of troubled times. Faced with the collapse of the sky and the earth, the love in the world is so small and so warm.
The result was that it was twisted into something so unsightly.
Mu Qingyun felt that his psychological shadow would become more and more serious, and he would not dare to write stories at will in the future.
The next day, Mu Qingyun returned home, where Yue Ling and Guo Ying were rehearsing a play. In addition to the two of them, there were more than a dozen costars, men, women, and children.
The spring weather was just right, neither too cold nor too hot. The group of people finished rehearsing the play at the pavilion by the pond in the backyard, drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting. It was a lively scene.
My mother seems to be more than ten years younger. She is busy and does not feel tired at all. Even the wrinkles on her face are very thin and few.
When Mu Qingyun returned home, let alone Yue Ling, Yue Ling and others would greet her and cut new clothes. They didn't even bother to say a few words to her. Instead, they invited people up to make guest appearances for several times. Return to Wusheng.
Hmm, quite useful.
Not only is it very relaxing, there is also a "Peking Opera" skill on the system interface. Mu Qingyun suddenly became able to appreciate the art that Yue Ling and the others appreciated.
In an era without TV, movies, or online reading, she felt that this was more joyful than anything else.
After all, martial arts training is a beautiful thing, but if there are almost no entertainment activities except martial arts training from day to night, it would be a bit annoying.
Wang Jiaoxi saw her entering Qiuzhen in person and said that he wanted her to study, play the piano, paint and arrange flowers, or ride a horse and hunt.
Even if she wants to go to a restaurant and dance club, that's okay.
"Seeking for the real world, my good boy, it's time for you to see the human world."
Wang Jiaoxi felt extremely beautiful at that time. He was a grown man, and his words had a jingle.
He even encouraged himself to go to the casino to gain experience.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Forget about the casino, but playing the piano and painting, riding horses and hunting, or going shopping with Senior Sister Chen Yi, she felt very good about these things.
