A, B, and C are indeed very helpless: although the martial arts conference welcomes heroes from all walks of life in advance, those participants who arrive in advance have come from afar.
Technicians like them, who are provided with food and accommodation, will probably step aside in order to maintain their own image.
It takes fifteen days to travel from the Divine Doctor Valley to the location of the martial arts competition. In order to avoid any emergencies on the way, they usually set off twenty days in advance.
We walked and stopped on the way, admiring some beautiful scenery, and finally arrived at the martial arts competition about three or four days early.
This time is neither advanced nor delayed.
Neither lowering oneself nor appearing too arrogant.
It can be said that the control is just right.
It's a pity that after Jin Qing appeared, Jin Qing's superiority in the Divine Doctor Valley was about to be dragged down by Jin Qing.
Whenever they think about this, A, B, and C will feel depressed in their hearts: is it their education that went wrong, or is it because Xiangrong suffered a lot in the Qin family.
How could a child who was so good suddenly change his temperament?
Although I feel depressed, I still have to live my life.
Only by immersing themselves in busier work can they forget the bad things Jin Qing might do.
No, I can't think about it, this is simply too high-spirited!
A, B, and C originally thought that they had lived aloof from things and were not people who cared about the opinions of the outside world.
But when they met Jin Qing, this idea was completely shattered.
It turns out that they still care about face, but their understanding of themselves was not obvious in the past.
Just as they were slowly adjusting their mentality, Jin Qing, who was carrying Jin BuQui and Xia Ding out, turned back again.
At this time, it had been exactly one month since Jin Qing left the Valley of Divine Doctors.
A, B, and B looked at Jin Qing in great surprise. Was this because he ate too much and was kicked back?~
But it shouldn't be. If a dignified martial arts tournament can't even part with this little money, aren't they afraid of being ridiculed by people in the world?
A, B, and B originally wanted to ask Jin Qing something, but they saw Jin Buyi quietly waving his hands to them.
Xia Jia cautiously gestured to Jin Buqu: "What's going on?" Why did Xiangrong's face look so ugly?
Jin Buqu, a disciple on the same side, said: "Find me one or two carriages and two stronger horses."
Why did they come back? Of course it was because they went the wrong way!
Jin Buyi didn't expect that Jin Qing could run so fast. Before he and Xia Ding could react, Jin Qing had already run far away.
Xia Ding is okay, because he has a happy-go-lucky nature.
It's just a pity that Jin BuQui finally gave up after giving Jin Qing directions countless times.
Then he was carried by Jin Qing and ran for a whole month.
If he hadn't found himself back at the entrance of the Valley of Miracle Doctors, Jin Buyi believed that he would still be on the road now.
In fact, Jin Qing is also very adaptable. When she realized that she really couldn't find her destination, she returned to the Valley of Divine Doctors.
After listening to Jin BuQui's arrangement, the young disciple hurriedly found the carriage, while Jin BuQui lowered his head and stared at his toes in a daze.
He really didn't want to go to the martial arts conference.
Unfortunately, his opinion didn't matter, and the carriage was quickly brought over.
Jin Qing jumped up first and waved to A, B and C: "I'm leaving, you can make money."
A, B, and C: "emmmm" After all, we haven't seen each other for a month, why do we just leave such a sentence?
Jin Buyi sighed and left the Valley of the Divine Doctors in a clattering manner.
After the Valley of Divine Doctors gradually faded away, Xia Ding, who was sitting in a daze in the carriage, suddenly said: "I want to stay in the Valley of Divine Doctors."
Jin Buqi: "..." Fourth Grandpa, you're too late!
This time, since Jin Buyi was driving, it only took Jin Qing and the others half a month to arrive at the martial arts conference.
The martial arts conference was more lively than Jin Qing imagined.
The venue for the martial arts conference was located in a village outside the city.
This entire village is the reception place for the Wulin Alliance.
When Jin Qing passed by, there were already many people queuing up to register.
The reception staff of the Wulin League will take them to different areas to stay temporarily according to their status and living area.
Because there were too many people in line, Jin Qing reached out and pulled Jin Buyi's hair: "Let's go shopping!"
Jin Buqu thought for a moment: "I don't have any money. Buy me the things you like."
Past experience tells him that ugly things must be said first.
But Jin Qing waved his hand to him: "That's not a problem. There are some things that you just need to look at. It's not necessary to have them. You're right."
The most favorite time for something is when it is placed in the window.
Once you hold it in your hand, your favorability will plummet.
Therefore, Jin Qing decided to help Jin Buyi protect the beauty in his heart.
Jin Buqi: "..." Sooner or later you will die of stinginess.
Perhaps it was the reason why the martial arts conference was held. There were many people setting up stalls around the village.
They either sell some snacks or some clothing accessories, and some sellers come with burdens to sell rouge and gouache.
So many merchants came that it actually formed a small commercial street.
Since many martial arts people brought their wives with them, the business of these vendors was very good.
At the very end of the street is a weapons stall, owned by an elderly man.
There were many weapons placed on the stall, while the stall owner was leaning on the table with his hands folded and his eyes closed to meditate.
Many people stopped in front of his stall. After bowing and saluting, they called him "Mr. Wei" respectfully.
But Mr. Wei remained silent, not even raising his eyelids.
The more arrogant he is, the more respectful those who salute him will be.
Others carefully smiled at him: "Old man, how much did you sell this sword for?"
This is the most reputable swordsmith in the martial arts world, and he is already an octogenarian this year.
He never married and spent his whole life studying how to create a unique magic weapon.
Since every weapon he forged was of high quality, the Wulin Alliance would send him invitations at every martial arts conference, inviting him to bring his best weapons from the past three years to show off.
If someone meets someone who has a close affinity with Mr. Wei during this period, Mr. Wei will also consider selling his weapons to that person.
I saw a gorgeously dressed swordsman walking up to Mr. Wei and bowing respectfully to Mr. Wei: "Old man, I wonder if I am lucky enough to have Xiao Feng."
Xiao Feng is the sword that Mr. Wei is most satisfied with in the past ten years. Rumor has it that this sword is strong and sharp, and can even cut the wind.
Therefore, Mr. Wei named the sword Xiaofeng.
Hearing the word Sao Feng, Mr. Wei slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him: "You and Sao Feng have no fate."
His proud work is not for money.
Mr. Wei's words did not anger the man. On the contrary, there was a hint of excitement in the man's expression: "I heard people say that Sao Feng is the sharpest sword in the world. I wonder if I am lucky enough to be able to witness the power of Sao Feng with my own eyes."
Mr. Wei gently twirled his beard and spoke with full confidence: "Xiao Feng will not take off the sheath easily. Once the sheath is taken off, it will break the object and drink blood. You must be prepared."
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emmm, although it’s a little late, but happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
I'm saving the manuscript for the National Day holiday. This time it's real. I'm going to change the story. What do you want to see in the next story?
