Chapter 175 Rating

Author: Nongxue Tianzi

Chapter 175 Rating

Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi stood in the cafeteria. A group of young disciples packed their meals one by one and went to the table to eat obediently like a group of chickens.

Chen Yi checked them one by one and said loudly: "You must finish the food. No waste or leftovers allowed."

The people outside have no food to eat all year round. Natural and man-made disasters have occurred year after year, making life difficult for everyone. The year before last, there were even grain harvests in many places.

If the prince hadn't asked Qin Tianjian, he had a bad premonition in advance, and resisted the pressure to save food in advance, and purchased a batch from abroad at a premium, I'm afraid the whole country would have starved to death in the year before last.

In Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, the disciples' rations are limited, which is the minimum amount. There are requirements for the meat, eggs, and milk that must be consumed in each meal every day. If you fail to meet the standards, you will be punished.

If you don't want to eat well, you are definitely not working hard. Then practice the sword technique ten to eight times more and stand for a few more hours to burn off your energy and don't worry about not being willing to eat.

After finally serving the kids, Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi came out of the cafeteria, looked at each other, and sighed.

"Why do I feel like I have to adapt to a life without a sect master?"

Chen Yi sighed.

Mu Qingyun touched his temples: "My face is covered with dust, my temples are like frost, I'm getting old."

Chen Yi: ...This is not necessary.

Junior sister is called old when she is sixteen years old. Doesn’t she become an old woman?

After coming out of the cafeteria, the young disciples went to study and eat while Mu Qingyun, Chen Yi, and several other senior brothers and sisters went to the martial arts field to practice.

Passing by an office building, you can see smoke billowing from the windows on the second floor from a distance.

Chen Yi immediately slowed down his steps and winked at Mu Qingyun.

"The teachers are having a meeting. Yesterday, the scores of last year's martial arts schools came out. Our martial arts school was at the bottom."

Chen Yi whispered.

"The teachers are very anxious."

The meeting lasted until midnight yesterday and started again early this morning.

Mu Qingyun has good eyesight and can see the big blackboard from a distance through the window.

There is a lot of data listed on the blackboard. Anyway, Yuncheng Martial Arts School currently has a very sharp decline in ratings among martial arts schools across the country.

As of this year, there are officially 571 martial arts schools, and Yuncheng Martial Arts School ranks 491st.

This will soon fall outside the five hundred ranks.

When Master Zhuo Yan Feizhuo was around, Yuncheng Martial Arts School was not very popular, but there was no problem with two to three hundred people.

Most of the time, Yuncheng Martial Arts School ranks around 230.

Martial arts school ratings are based on comprehensive considerations, such as how many disciples you have recruited, how many tasks you have completed, how much you have contributed to the martial arts of the Ming Dynasty, etc.

Among them, the largest proportion is the results of more important domestic and foreign competitions.

"Shaoying did not participate in the reincarnation competition this year. This is a point deduction, which is quite serious."

"The sect leader takes the older disciples out. From the second half of last year to now, the quantity and quality of the children's competitions have been seriously insufficient. There will definitely be a drop in points this year, but the drop is so severe, it is a bit unjustifiable."

Several teachers looked solemnly, staring at the dozens of information on various competitions placed on the table.

Professor Wang pondered for a moment and then quickly started filling out the registration form.

Several colleagues nearby twitched their mouth corners, looked at each other, opened their mouths, hesitated deeply, and then whispered for a while: "Old Wang, forget about other things, this Yaowu City's 'World's Second Tournament'

'And the 'Youth Cup International League' held in Leizhou Prefecture, both start on the sixth day of February."

"But Qingqing's name is all filled in your two entries. There are conflicts in this world, how can we compare?"

Wang Jiaoxi said seriously: "I have studied it, and it doesn't matter. The main events of 'World No. 2' are held in the morning, and the 'Youth Cup' is mostly held in the afternoon."

"Yaowucheng is only over an hour's drive from Leizhou Mansion, so we can make it in time."

Everyone: "..."

Bad thing, this is crazy.

When Mu Qingyun got the entry form, he felt that the person who came up with this great idea was really a genius. He had to give him a score of 99 points and deduct one point to avoid making him proud.

Everyone complained in unison, and Mu Qingyun even groaned a few times. However, Professor Wang looked at the scores of his martial arts school and became so anxious that Mu Qingyun and the others relaxed.

There is no way, Wang Jiaoxi's skill in grinding people is really amazing. He complains in such a way that people feel that if he doesn't go according to his wishes, he will be sorry to God, sorry to earth, and sorry to the warm home of Yuncheng Martial Arts School.

The first day of February.

Mu Qingyun boarded the train to Yaowu City alone.

In the past, when she went to Anbang for the Dingguo Tournament, Master Zhuo was there to teach her, and her senior brothers and sisters were all there, so she didn't have to worry about anything.

This time it was better, I couldn't find a senior sister to accompany me.

All the fellow students who can fight are working.

As for the young disciples, they really wanted to go out and see the world, but Mu Qingyun didn't have time to be a nanny.

The train I took this time was not like the previous one where the entire carriage was occupied by the door owner. I looked around and there were all my own people, and the seats were spacious, making it easy to take a nap.

I was in a hurry to buy tickets, so I only bought a second-class seat.

The journey from Yuncheng to Yaowu City takes about four days. Mu Qingyun stopped in all the way and almost lost his backpack.

When we got on the bus, there were people everywhere.

This type of second-class ticket does not have a seat number printed at all. Whether you can find a seat depends on luck and whether you can grab it.

As soon as Mu Qingyun got on the car, he looked up and saw that they were all heads. There was a man on the left, occupying four seats, lying on it with his head in his arms and soundly sleeping.

There was someone in front of me on the right. The seats on both sides were piled with luggage and boxes. He huddled in the middle, covering his head with a blanket and fell asleep.

But many people didn't even have a seat and were huddled in every corner.

Mu Qingyun was momentarily at a loss.

After staring at it for a long time, Mu Qingyun felt a little funny again. Really, after just a long time of comfortable life, his face became thinner. When she was a child, she often beat people in the village just because they laughed at her for not having a father.

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and politely asked the man occupying four seats: "Uncle, please give up your seat."

The man was snoring so loudly that he couldn't even hear it.

Mu Qingyun smiled and was not annoyed. He raised his voice and said, "Uncle, please give me your seat."

The voice was not high, but it was very sharp. The lying man sat up immediately, rubbed his ears vigorously, frowned, and glanced at Mu Qingyun in surprise.

Mu Qingyun thanked him politely, took out the cut linen handkerchief, sprayed it with alcohol, and carefully wiped the empty seat clean before Shi Shiran sat down.

The man's face was a little gray, and he gritted his teeth and said, "There are still many empty seats in front. If you don't go to the front, why do you have to sit next to me?"

Mu Qingyun smiled: "Uncle, how many tickets did you buy? If you buy four tickets, I can go further."

The man snorted coldly, his eyes flashed, and he cursed in his heart, where did the girl come from, with her sharp teeth and sharp mouth, how could she look like a good daughter from a good family?

He is most annoyed by such arrogant little women in his life!
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