May is approaching and the weather is getting warmer.
The outdoor martial arts performance venue of Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, which had been idle for a long time, finally became lively again.
Early in the morning, Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi each took a broom and slowly cleaned up the martial arts arena.
Mu Qingyun was sweeping the floor when the sword wind suddenly came over her head. She raised her hand and swept it with the broom, and the pressure on her hand suddenly became heavy.
Her good senior sister turned into a cat again.
Both of them have been extremely busy recently. There are successive competitions and missions popping up from time to time. There is almost no leisure at all, and their favorite training on weekdays has been neglected.
Logically speaking, kittens are very arrogant and rude, but if you don't play with them for a long time, they will scratch you.
Mu Qingyun couldn't stop laughing, and quickly used the broom as a sword to walk Chen Yi.
Of course, in Chen Yi's opinion, he was practicing martial arts with his junior sister, getting familiar with the swordsmanship, and relaxing at the same time.
However, after about twenty minutes of fighting, Chen Yi quickly called to stop, pulled Mu Qingyun to sit down and stared at the other young disciples cleaning up the martial arts arena.
Mu Qingyun was very measured in her actions, and could be described as gentle and gentle. However, when she was still young, she was not at a disadvantage when beating Chen Yi. Now, she is almost a companion.
"Yesterday, the master of the sect received a letter and gave us another picture. He said that he would make money later and buy new clothes for our martial arts school. He also bought the surrounding land and built it into a garden, incorporating all the beautiful scenery in the world."
"Tch, the sect master thinks our small martial arts studio can compare with the First Emperor's Epang Palace?"
"Also, the sect leader said that he also heard people talking about you Qingqing in the restricted area, and said that there is no need to wait until later. Now, when others call him, they call him the master of the Lady-in-law."
Mu Qingyun let Chen Yi sit on a chair outside the venue. He took out the letter paper and notebook and wrote to the people in Yaowu City.
"Xu Gong, seeing a letter is like seeing you in person."
"At the end of March, Yu Hongguang won the championship again. The contestants were all young and old, and it was inevitable that Qing was a little bit deceptive..."
Chen Yi turned to look at her. Seeing that she was not shy, she became even more mischievous and mischievous: "What do you mean by bullying? My Qingqing is also a young and beautiful girl. She is younger than them. Who are you bullying!"
Mu Qingyun was disturbed by her and scrapped two pieces of paper, and simply had the boxes sent from Yaowu City moved over.
Inside the box is a model of the library's main body.
"Senior sister, look, this is the Yaowu Library."
Mu Qingyun was involved in the design of the entire library, which is currently under emergency construction.
Tang Jingping has always been a reliable person. He asked the craftsmen around him to help him in advance, scaled down the model of the library and sent it to Mu Qingyun.
The quality of the model is very good, the doors and windows can be opened, and all the tables, chairs, bookshelves, etc. inside are movable. If you play with it, you can play with this set for several days without getting tired of it.
Mu Qingyun liked it very much. It happened that a carpenter came to work recently, so she drew the drawings, asked a few masters to help grind out various loose parts, and put them together by herself.
It has to be said that nowadays, carpenters are very fast and good at work. The parts they polish are smooth without any burrs and fit perfectly.
At this time, they were all brought to Chen Yi, which immediately attracted her attention. Mu Qingyun could finally feel at ease and write letters in a down-to-earth manner.
Nowadays, remote working is really troublesome, and it makes my hands hurt to write a letter.
After writing countless letters, the only good thing was that Mu Qingyun felt that he might develop the habit of speaking out of touch in the future.
Alas, although Mr. Xu and Tang Jingping are very accepting of today's vernacular, they still use more solemn written style in their letters.
When interacting with others, one should do as the Romans do. Mu Qingyun also felt that conforming to other people's habits when writing letters was a sign of respect for his predecessors. If he wrote more than a dozen letters in one go, he would be spoiled.
At present, the progress of the library is going very smoothly. Mu Qingyun is a little anxious in her heart, but it does not show any signs of anxiety on the surface. She is calm and relaxed. The first draft of her first volume has been written.
"Hey, let me see who wrote this letter. It sounds like someone is writing this letter with murderous intent.
, the letter paper is about to be punctured. "
Chen Yi folded the letter and placed it next to the model when he saw it. He glanced at it and laughed immediately, "Hahaha, it's that Tang Jingping. I remember our sect leader said that it takes three hundred years to build a dead tree. It's so boring." , it’s not interesting anymore, look at this writing, it’s so interesting, hahahaha.”
She glanced at it a few times and couldn't help laughing.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile.
She had edited her notes and manuscript a while ago and wrote a letter to Tang Jingping, telling her to revise it and send it to her in two days.
Not long after the letter was written, Senior Tang worked hard and sent someone to take the train overnight to deliver the letter to her.
The current letter was so anxious that sparks of anxiety appeared in it, and it was encouraging and coaxing, urging Qian Qian Qian not to just mail his manuscript out carelessly.
The messengers were the forty-two disciples under his sect, all of whom were leaders of the disciples who were above the level of entering the micro realm and breaking the delusion.
When Mu Qingyun saw this battle, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Her book is meant to be printed for people to read.
Although there are regulations and requirements, and the law should not be passed lightly for fear of being entrusted to others, but generally speaking, we still hope that thousands of young people in the Ming Dynasty who want to learn martial arts can read it and learn it.
Is this a book worthy of such attention and such effort?
Seeing those forty masters arriving in the dust, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but sigh, Senior Tang was pitiful.
Once she left, matters were left to Mr. Xu and Senior Tang. The matter in the library seemed simple, but actually it was complicated.
However, this matter is important, at least in the minds of the older generation, it involves thousands of years of martial arts, and they have to be personally in charge of it by these highly respected old men to feel at ease.
Mr. Xu is old and has the temper of a child. If he is asked to work, Tang Jingping will have to hire three or five serious senior brothers who can control him to look after him. It is simply looking for trouble.
So this Mr. Xu is just a big show-off, and I don't dare let him do the work. After all, there are few people and many things, and there are not enough talents at all.
It is estimated that in Tang Jingping's mind, she, Mu Qingyun, could say that delivering books by post was just like doing it blindly, and she must be extremely upset.
The construction of libraries is changing with each passing day.
Subsequent letters sent by Tang Jingping and others were accompanied by a progress chart. Judging from this progress, it is naturally incomparable with the infrastructure construction of later generations. But at the moment, within a month, the foundation of the library has been laid and completed. The first two-story building.
Part of the book collections of the Tang and Xu families have also been moved into the building.
"It's so curly."
Mu Qingyun read the letter and quickly ate the sweet boiled shrimp to calm down his shock.
With the system of God's reward for hard work, Mu Qingyun is uniquely endowed with the word "Juan". The suffering of others is an enjoyable enjoyment for her. Even so, she still deeply admires Tang Jingping's Juan.
