When Zhao Yang described this series of 'stories', the corners of his eyes kept twitching.

It can be seen that he himself feels that it is really outrageous!

How could such a dramatic thing happen in reality?

"At that time, everyone in the company thought that my dad was in bad luck. No, some people said that he was extremely lucky."

"The object was thrown from a high altitude and the cleaner who just joined the company grabbed it with a pair of pliers. It was a screwdriver, but it finally didn't land on my dad's head."

"Before my dad stepped into the sewer, the newly hired janitor threw an old sofa over to block the entrance of the sewer well."

"The car that was not parked in the garage caused the passing security guard to turn on the handbrake."

"Well, the security guard has just joined the job, so fortunately."

“When I returned to the company, my unlucky dad slipped and almost hit his head on the printing press. Fortunately, the new clerk’s quick hands dragged the printing press away and gave him a kick to make him lie down on the sofa.

.”

It was rare for Zhao Yang to say so many words in a brisk tone. After speaking, he took a small breath, glanced at Mu Qingyun secretly, and whispered: "Classmate Mu, do you think... it's a coincidence?"

Suddenly his hair stood on end.

Mu Qingyun thought for a while and said, "Classmate Zhao probably hired someone from Boss Sun's tea bar to work at the Zhao family."

Zhao Yang was startled for a moment and nodded.

That day, when he left classmate Mu's house, he was thinking about the dreamlike scene he encountered along the way, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

After returning home, he couldn't sleep for a while. He thought that he heard classmate Mu and Xiao Ning talking about some issues of "Xiao Gu Talks about Martial Arts". He suddenly had an idea and started searching on the Internet.

There were no clues found in several video websites he often watched, such as Station D, but a technical expert he met online accidentally reminded him.

Zhao Yang went to crack those niche forums one by one that had passwords and did not allow ordinary people to enter. Finally, he found clues and found a small video website that was only open to specific members.

The password of this website is a question password. One of the questions is how many changes have there been in the fireworks at the Winter Olympics and who is the maker?

Zhao Yang: "..."

Anyway, he finally entered the forum and saw what Xiao Ning said, ‘Xiao Gu talks about martial arts’.

Looking at the results like this, he wished he could go back in time and crush his blind and curious self to death. After watching those explanation videos, he tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. He deeply felt that if his family did not have seven or eight real masters as bodyguards, he would be

He didn't even dare to let his parents and relatives out.

Zhao Yang: "I really gained a lot of experience."

Looking at Classmate Mu, Zhao Yang smiled, his expression a little helpless, but also a little relaxed.

The 'Jianghu Tea Bar' introduced by classmate Mu was very different from what he imagined, and the experts seemed to be very different from what he imagined.

What was Zhao Yang thinking at that time? He was thinking about heroes meeting each other, singing with swords, and drinking a pot of turbid wine together.

He thought that what he saw would be the arena, heroes, and a world completely different from ordinary people.

Zhao Yang felt that he would be like Alice who strayed into Wonderland and saw magical scenes that were rare in life.

But the fact is, although it cannot be said that what he saw is not magical enough. After all, people do seem to be masters, but the part-time job that masters want is not to be in a neat suit, to be majestic, or to hold an unparalleled sword in his hand, to do something to himself.

My employer said, if someone wants to kill you, step over my body first.

These masters first ask about their salary, then holidays, five social insurances and one housing fund, and then they are willing to work part-time as cleaners, doormen, security guards, clerks, and receptionists. As long as the money is about the same and the treatment is good, it is best not to do those too many jobs.

Hard work.

Zhao Yang's expression was really hard to describe, and there seemed to be something strange deep in his eyes.

Mu Qingyun laughed, recalled the fresh gossip, and recounted it for Classmate Zhao.

"This year is 3088, one hundred and eighty-five years after the end of the Cataclysm. At that time, technology collapsed and thermal weapons became ineffective. The masters in the martial arts world used them as the most effective weapons."

"The masters of various sects are really like mushrooms after a rain, growing one after another. Even if they are blocked and encouraged, our country is urging them to grow taller and stronger."

"Whoever mentions the Cataclysm only hopes that it will disappear forever in this world, but for those famous families who inherit martial arts, it was indeed a period worthy of the emergence of many famous people."

"As for now, martial arts inheritance naturally still exists, but the world has been at peace for a long time, and practicing martial arts is indeed useless. Not many people are willing to practice it nowadays."

Mu Qingyun sighed, even with her talent and entry into the country, she had to stand still, exercise her body, and do basic skills. How many people could survive these boring days?

Wouldn’t it be nice to have that time to read novels, watch videos, and play games online?

"After graduating from martial arts, most of the current martial arts disciples are doing jobs that have nothing to do with their profession. Most of them have practiced martial arts for several years. As a result, they get married and have children, and their parents are old and need to take care of them.

Only then did he realize that the martial arts he learned satisfied his martial arts dream, but it could not satisfy his wallet, let alone the expectations of his parents and partners."

Mu Qingyun chuckled: "The owner of the tea bar I introduced to you is Sun Li. He is a very promising master in this industry. He has been practicing Wuqinxi since he was a child. He is very accomplished. He even won the gold belt of the boxing champion in the early years."

"He can open a tea bar seriously after retiring, and now he has a very beautiful girlfriend. He is doing well in this circle. Everyone is convinced and thinks he has the ability, so they are willing to let him help introduce him to a job.

.”

Zhao Yang's eyes were a little dull after hearing this, and his expression became more and more weird.

Mu Qingyun laughed even more: "Those who can be called masters now are all disciples of the sect who survived the catastrophe. If they can be called a famous sect, their rules are very strict."

"They all start to strengthen their muscles and bones when they are four or five years old. They practice diligently with their parents, elders, or masters. They practice for ten or twenty years. They not only require martial arts, but also martial ethics. At least I know that the comparison of martial ethics

Martial arts is much more important."

"Without a serious inheritance, there will be no masters. To be a famous family that can be passed down to this day is quite shameful. Reputation is more important than life. There are really not many people who are willing to cross the line."

"Student Zhao really doesn't have to worry too much. It may not be that difficult to meet an enemy, but it's harder to become an enemy of a master who doesn't care about crossing the line than to reach the sky."

Zhao Yang immediately laughed.

When they arrived at the school gate and parted ways, at least Zhao Yang was quite relaxed.

In fact, his father is very proud of himself now. It is said that he has a lot of face. Many old people in the shopping mall think he is lucky and send him red envelopes to cheer him up.

There are also people who feel that he is unpredictable and that the company has hidden dragons and crouching tigers and should not be messed with.

Tsk.

After all, I made a profit.

Mu Qingyun was not in a bad mood either.

[Small script "My Boyfriend Can Turn Fake into Real" is at 80% progress, score 95, excellent, settlement reward: 1 stick of refining fake into real fragrance (broken, uncontrollable, please use with caution. Free attribute point 0.1]

Mu Qingyun happily added attribute points to intelligence again.

The script of "Refining Falsehood into Reality" was written quite quickly.

It's time for the midterm exam soon.

In an instant, my brain, which was originally a little foggy, was as refreshing as a bottle of mint water.

Name: Mu Qingyun (Characteristics: God rewards those who work hard)

Age 16

Intelligence:6(0.85)

Strength 5(0.5)

Agility 5(0.7)

Spirit 6(0.26)

Skills: Nursing 5, Cooking 5 (0.98), Piano 2 (Absolute Pitch 0.83), Foot Stab 2.5, Archery 1.7
Chapter completed!