Mu Qingyun looked at his senior sister and the disciple of the Moon Palace, as if he had seen the awkward conversation between two rivals in some variety show where they bumped into each other and tried to win over each other.

Si Le wrote "forgot the words" on his left eye and "so annoying" on his right eye.

Her senior sister wrote "hate" on her left eye and "endless" on her right eye.

Mu Qingyun quickly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Yi with one hand: "Senior sister, I'm sleepy, so tired."

Chen Yi and Si Le both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, let's go back right now."

Chen Yi smiled and said, "Brother, please forgive me, my junior sister is young and still growing, so I will leave first."

"Farewell."

Si Le let out a long breath.

He suddenly discovered that the existence of senior brother was so important.

The master and the master of Yue Gong were brothers. They had a falling out when they were young, but now their relationship is good and they often exchange letters.

On the second day, it was dark and bright, and Mu Qingyun got up as usual and went for morning exercises.

This whole day was spent traveling long distances by train, and encountering all kinds of troubles and excitements. I was very tired early on, so I took a relaxing hot bath. Mu Qingyun dozed off while drying his hair.

The hotel was formerly the palace of the extravagant and lustful Prince Beixu, Xiao Zhengxing.

"Right now, Madam and Miss are talking to the magistrate at the county government office. They haven't returned yet. I'll say thank you after Madam comes back."

Several competition committee judges who were watching in the stands laughed.

The total number of contestants from all over the country, as well as their accompanying personnel and organizing committee members, was only 712, and not even two buildings were full.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi walked back in a hurry. Chen Yi rolled his eyes unconsciously: "Why is this man from Yue Gong so stupid? Damn it, doesn't he know that our master and Zhou Bidie from Yue Gong are mortal enemies who have never been together?

?You can’t pretend not to see him, you have to chase him and greet him.”

The two of them were apprentices when they had a falling out. For a long time, they would fight each other when they met, and it was not just a small fight, they almost offended each other to death.

Even if you don't think about this, the Ming Dynasty was a martial artist, and the court treated such a first-class master with great courtesy. Who dares to be disrespectful?

Zhang Rongrong trusted her eyes. She had clearly seen just now that the young master was showing a very equal attitude. Now he was talking to Zhang Qingqing... No, it was definitely not Zhang Qingqing, but the woman next to her.

Mu Qingyun casually interrupted the steward's words of gratitude, winked, and the two of them took their leave.

Finally, a girl in a green coat sneered, turned around and left.

Chen Yidao: "That's your cousin? There's something wrong with her eyes."

"Is this a child from Xiaozhuo's family? It's quite interesting. However, Baiyun Sect has no disciples competing this year?"

It was such a coincidence that the department store and the train were run by the mother and daughter. Mu Qingyun was also quite surprised.

Zhang Rongrong and the other little girls, no one had time to talk to them. They were completely ignored. At this time, it was neither a matter of leaving nor a matter of not leaving. It was inevitable that they felt a little sad.

After walking out of the door and looking through the window, you can see endless eaves and brackets, and the beauty of the garden is even more amazing.

"Tsk, no one is willing to show some real skills, and some people are playing tricks on others and deliberately trying to fool people."

Even so, Chen Yi still pulled her junior sister to find her senior brother, and the senior sisters practiced sword dance together.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi ate sweet potatoes and finally returned to the hotel.

The guards, maids and servants on the left and right gathered around to comfort him.

In the breeze, Shen Tiantian and Miss Shen, who had just suffered a dull loss, were dragging the two men who had gone with her, who finally appeared, and were sobbing and wiping their tears.

But she was also raised by pampered parents, so there was no need to make her current self miserable for the sake of the future.

"Si Le's sword is quite powerful. Hey, I pity the senior brothers and sisters participating in the competition. Please don't run into Si Le. If you lose to the opponent, you will be punished by the master again."

A big shot like this is probably more worried about incurring a debt of favor. If they can wipe out the favor with something yellow or white, they will certainly be happy with it.

"How lucky you are."

"It's fine, I'll just say it's fine."

After leaving the mall, I walked back slowly without taking a car.

The backyard of the hotel was transformed into the largest "martial arts arena" in Zhaocheng and one of the ten largest in the Ming Dynasty.

She doesn't think Zhang Qingqing has anything to be jealous of.

With a smile on his face, the steward bowed his head to Mu Qingyun, held the money they just paid in both hands and handed it over, "Miss Zhang, the clothes you two have chosen today, even if they are given away by the store, you two can take a look at them again." What don’t you like?”

Why does Zhang Qingqing know such a person?

Later, Miss Shen reported her name several times, including the name of her uncle, Shen Yu, the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, but the young man never stopped beating people.

We were chatting leisurely, but before we could go downstairs, a middle-aged man who looked very rich and looked like a manager hurriedly chased us, panting: "Miss Zhang, Miss Zhang."

Without Senior Brother, this mess of social activities would be annoying to a person.

The young man who had just kicked Miss Shen's bodyguard like a ball and bullied Miss Shen without anyone else daring to intervene actually went to talk to Zhang Qingqing politely.

The two sides looked very familiar with each other.

The sword dance of Yuncheng Martial Arts School is also famous for its excellence - like Yi shooting at the nine sunsets, as powerful as the emperors flying dragons, coming like thunder and gathering wrath, and ending like the clear light of the river and sea.

On the way, she met an old man selling roasted sweet potatoes. Chen Yi bought two pieces, peeled them off, let them cool a little and handed them to Mu Qingyun.

Being able to show off without revealing their own moves, and being fooled by other martial arts with mass-produced martial arts, their Yuncheng martial arts school is definitely the brightest kid in the martial arts field at the moment.

"Of course it's big. The venue for the Anbang Dingguo Championships is in the hotel. Theoretically, we don't have to go anywhere during the competition. We can just stay in the hotel."

She fawned over the young lady from the Shen family just to attend the party and plan a future for herself.

Mu Qingyun shrugged: "Who knows!"

It tastes fragrant and glutinous, and can also warm your hands and feel comfortable.

I was lucky enough to meet a noble person. Who can go higher in the future depends on my own ability.

Mu Qingyun smiled, accepted the steward's kindness this time, and said with a smile, "Even if you thank me, don't say any more thanks."

There are four hundred rooms in one building.

But judging from the generation of my master, we are family friends.

It can accommodate thousands of spectators at one go.

When we met, we really didn't know whether we should become family friends or go straight to war.

It's the sword dance.

Most martial artists have the habit of doing morning exercises, and the hotel service staff were particularly considerate in drawing signboards.

Mu Qingyun was stunned.

After renovation, it became a large-scale building with eighteen guest courtyards, each with eight two-story buildings.

As for winning, I don't dare think about it.

Zhang Rongrong has always believed that her purpose is clear and she never gets jealous over insignificant things.

Have a good night's sleep.

Zhang Rongrong also stopped smiling, and her eyes fell on Zhang Qingqing, who was walking leisurely not far away.

"Since there's nothing wrong, I'll say goodbye."

The sword light bloomed, and clusters of dazzling flowers bloomed.

After taking two bites, Mu Qingyun turned his head and glanced behind him.

The steward shook his head repeatedly: "How can this be done!"

Let everyone go to the martial arts field for morning exercises.

It was still early when Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi met, there were only a few people sitting in the stands, and there were many people practicing on the martial arts field.

"Please don't refuse. You saved our wife and young lady. My wife was so frightened that she forgot to thank you. It's really rude."

"That old boy Fang Ruofeng is holding his breath and wants to show his face in the big competition. He doesn't look down on our small competition."

The judge smiled and laughed, but actually felt a little anxious.

Although they didn't take it well at first and took it upon themselves to secretly sign up for a few talented young people, but when they saw Mu Luosheng from the Mishima Kingdom just now, they were shocked to realize that they were too conservative.

Mu Luosheng's killing sword is really powerful. If I had known earlier, I should have recruited a few more masters to suppress the battle.
Chapter completed!