My imagination has come true

There is no way, as long as a martial arts gym wants to run smoothly, it really costs money for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Especially in terms of ingredients, the so-called poor culture and rich martial arts is an undeniable truth. If you want to truly achieve success in martial arts, you don't need to practice just to show off, then you must not only practice, but also nourishment.

Mu Qingyun is now practicing Jinyang Kungfu, and the kitchen cooks Shiquan Dabu soup for her every morning and evening. The precious medicinal materials in it can eat ordinary rich people and go bankrupt within a month or two.

She is not the only one who eats these, there are at least seven disciples in the martial arts gym who also need to drink similar nourishing soup, but the consumption is not as great as hers.

Because of these kinds of expenses, their martial arts school has long been living without money, and the borrowed money has been borrowed to the imperial court appropriation in the following year.

Mu Qingyun blinked and closed the account book, just like Chen Yi, pretending that nothing happened.

Since the "borrowing" was all the funds allocated by the imperial court to the martial arts school in the future, obviously the imperial court knew everything and was still willing to borrow after all this was the case, that is, Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, and one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer.

Anyway, Mu Qingyun has no intention of mentioning this matter at all, so pay back the money in advance?dream!

After repaying the money, whether she or the brothers and sisters, can they all drink the northwest wind?

Do you practice martial arts hungry?

Moreover, the martial arts school has to continue to cry poorly and continue to borrow.

Martial arts practice is a very expensive job. If you don't cry poorly, you don't know how to borrow money. How can the martial arts school continue?
At most, it is to make a money-making plan and try to achieve a balance of payments as soon as possible.

Under this premise, if they still have the energy, they should save a sum of money, so as not to have to repay the loan one day, they can tighten their belts and pay back the money as soon as possible.

In a blink of an eye, even the withered and yellow leaves on the tree were almost gone.

On the day when the preliminary round of rounds began, the weather was very bad and gloomy.

Mu Qingyun sat on the edge of the stage and yawned a little. Several volunteers next to her were startled and winked at her.

Not far away at the Shenghua Stadium, the one who was preparing for the opening game was a heavyweight boss.

These two players who are about to face off today are also the only two players in this round who did not come from the big competition. They are already qualified, and this time they just want to warm up for the round.

Mu Changfeng, the quasi-sword god of Tianshan, faced the Taishang elder of Huijianmen, who was also Chi Ze, the quasi-sword god.

Both of them are 41 this year, which is the best age for warriors. They have rich experience, deep internal strength, and their physical strength is also at its peak. In another ten years, their internal strength may be stronger, but they may not be able to maintain their current peak physically. up.

Mu Qingyun rubbed his eyes, and stared at it with a group of volunteers and contestants around him.

The two big bosses are very imposing, Mu Qingyun is okay, she has done special training, but several volunteers are so far away, they all feel that their breathing is stagnant, and they can't help but pick up the heart-nourishing liquid prepared by the medical center. Ton drank a ton.

It is rare to see this kind of big boss like a "rookie game". The big bosses are still very reserved and calm, but the world is big, and there are warriors of all personalities. Several bigwigs appeared in the rounds.

These people are high-status and have weird tempers. At first, no one dared to care about them. The normal players just thought they were unlucky. If they met two more big guys and were eliminated by them, they would fight again next time.

As a result, one time, for some unknown reason, sixteen quasi-gods and seven sword gods appeared in one go.

Good guy, those big bosses, except for those who are too busy, the others are all out.

Throughout the reincarnation, all the spectators looked at Iori's abuse of dishes with ignorant faces. After the abuse, they killed indiscriminately. The sky was dim, the ground was dark, and the sun and the moon were dark.

The audience was addicted to watching it and applauded.

The more they cheered, the more excited this group was.

At the end of the reincarnation match, everyone made a deal, and only the top [-] players in the reincarnation match were eligible to participate in the selection of players in the grand competition.

Looking at it this way, they are good at the Ming Dynasty!

The quasi-god couldn't even get into the qualifiers.

Although these people could have directly signed up for the big competition, but they are qualified. The news of the current round-robin competition is still more eye-catching.

Now, for a while, those old, slow-moving members of the competition committee hurriedly revised various rules and regulations.

They didn't dare to say, please don't cause trouble, you gang of killing gods. If you want to compete, go to the big competition and fight hard, and don't make troubles in the country.

Everyone can only say that those who have the qualifications to directly enter the big competition, even if they win in the round-robin competition, will not take up the quota for the qualifiers.

Those who lose to these people do not count as defeats.

So now, the reincarnation tournament welcomes god-level warriors to compete on stage.

Although it was a waste of resources and time for them to come here, once these people appeared, the attention suddenly increased by more than a dozen steps.

Thinking about it this way, there is no loss for the host city, no loss for the audience, and no loss for the contestants to see a higher level of competition.

Mu Qingyun listened to Chen Yi whispering the various rules of the science popularization competition, thought for a while, and asked with a smile: "I think it is only stipulated that quasi-gods don't count if they win, and they don't count if they lose to quasi-gods. So, these quasi-gods don't count." If you lose to other players, does it count as extra points?"

Chen Yi: "..."

She had never considered the problem from such a strange angle.

It seems that the big guys directly acquiesced that all kinds of big guys and masters entered the reincarnation competition to abuse food, and unless they ran into each other, they would not lose.

If you really want to lose, well, it seems that they don't need to stipulate anything.

Not to mention the god level, a quasi-god, half-step utterly utterly destructive, and losing to Po Wang, he probably would have to honestly go home and retreat.

Sword lights suddenly appeared on the stadium.

Mu Qingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, his body straightened, and his breathing became as if nothing existed.

The entire gymnasium was silent, except for the two divine swords on the stadium where the sun and the moon were competing for glory.

In the past, when Mu Qingyun saw a delusion-breaking master, he would casually comment on the flaws in his moves and flaws in his martial arts. He was very insightful, everyone would admit it, and would often be praised by the onlookers.

But today, she suddenly discovered that all her comments were useless.

Chi Ze's sword only has three moves back and forth, and there are not many changes. If there are flaws, there must be.

But so what.

With one move, the world is shaken, the sun and the moon have no light, and it comes with the power of heaven. Ordinary people, besides, the way of heaven is wrong, can they resist it?
Mu Changfeng's sword, for those who don't understand it, it can't even be called a sword, it is a mixture of saber techniques, boxing techniques, and all kinds of worldly techniques.

But any swordsman who really understands swords knows that his sword is a sword.

Hui Jianmen's sword intent is fierce and domineering, no matter what moves it is, it cannot escape this sword intent.

Mu Changfeng's sword seemed to be capable of tearing apart the sky.

Mu Qingyun was silent for a long while, then exhaled, feeling the arrogance that had grown up in his heart dissipate.

It's actually good to be gone.