My imagination has come true

Chapter 82
Mu Qingyun looked at his senior sister and that high apprentice from the Moon Palace, as if he had seen the awkward conversation of two opponents bumping into each other in some variety shows and desperately trying to save their respect.

Si Le wrote 'forgot words' in his left eye, and 'so annoying' in his right eye.

Her senior sister wrote 'hate' in her left eye, and 'endless' in her right eye.

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

Chen Yi and Si Leqi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's go back."

Chen Yi said with a smile, "Brother, forgive me, my junior sister is still growing up, so I will leave first."

"Farewell."

Si Le let out a long breath.

He suddenly discovered that the existence of the elder brother is so important.

Without a senior brother, this messy entertainment is annoying to death.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi walked back in a hurry, Chen Yi rolled her eyes unconsciously: "This man from Yuegong is so stupid, doesn't he know that our master and Zhou Bidie from Yuegong are sworn enemies who never get in touch with each other?" ? You can’t pretend not to see it, and you have to chase after him to say hello.”

But he follows the theory of his ancestors, but he is a family friend.

The master and the master of the moon palace are brothers. They had a falling out when they were young, but now they have a good relationship and often exchange letters.

That is, the apprentices of both of them were recruited when they were in trouble. For a long time, they would fight immediately when they met.

After meeting each other, people really don't know whether they should become family friends or go to war directly.

"Si Le's sword is powerful enough. Hey, poor seniors and sisters who participated in the competition, please don't bump into Si Le. If you lose to the opponent, you will be punished by the master again."

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

Leisurely gossiping, before going downstairs, a middle-aged man who looks very rich and looks like a manager hurriedly chased after him, panting and said: "Miss Zhang, Miss Zhang."

The steward smiled all over his face, and bowed to Mu Qingyun to the end, holding the money they paid just now with both hands and handing it over, "Miss Zhang, the clothes you two are looking at today, even if they are gifts from the shop, you two will have more money if you look at them again." Anything you like?"

Mu Qingyun was stunned.

"Please don't refuse. You saved our wife and miss. At that time, my wife was frightened and forgot to thank you. It's really rude."

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

Mu Qingyun smiled, accepted the steward's kindness generously, and said with a smile, "This is considered thank you, don't say thank you any more."

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

It was such a coincidence that the department store turned out to be a train run by the mother and daughter's house, Mu Qingyun was also quite surprised.

A big man like this is probably more worried about owed a debt of favor, and taking some yellow and white things to erase the favor, they must be eager to ask for it.

"Very well, I say yes."

Mu Qingyun casually interrupted the steward's thank you, and with a wink, the two left.

After leaving the shopping mall, I didn't take a car, and walked back slowly.

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

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

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

Chen Yi said: "Is that your cousin? The eyes are not right."

Mu Qingyun shrugged: "Who knows!"

With the breeze blowing, Shen Tiantian and Miss Shen, who had just had a bad meal, were dragging the two men who finally appeared and went with her, weeping and wiping away their tears.

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

The little girls of Zhang Rongrong, no one has time to talk to them, and they were completely ignored. At this time, it is not a good idea to leave, or not to leave, and it is inevitable that they feel a little sad.

"Since you're fine, take your leave."

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

She flattered the young lady of the Shen family just to attend the party and plan a future for herself.

But she was also raised by her parents with a lot of love and affection, so there's no need to let the current self feel aggrieved and panicked because of the future.

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

The young man who kicked Miss Shen's guards like a ball and bullied Miss Shen just now, and no one else dared to take care of him, actually went to talk to Zhang Qingqing politely.

The two sides looked very familiar.

Why did Zhang Qingqing know such a person?
Later, Ms. Shen reported her name several times, even her uncle, Shen Yu, the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, but the young master didn't stop beating people.

Even if you don't want to think about these things, the Ming Dynasty is a martial artist, and the court treats such a first-class master with courtesy, who dares to disrespect?
Zhang Rongrong trusted her eyes. She saw clearly just now that the young man was a very equal gesture, and then she talked to Zhang Qingqing... No, it must not be Zhang Qingqing, but the woman next to her.

"It's such luck."

Zhang Rongrong has always believed that she has a clear purpose, and never gets jealous for insignificant things.

She also didn't think Zhang Qingqing had anything to be jealous of.

I was lucky to meet a noble person for a while, who can go higher in the future depends on my own ability.

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

This whole day was a long-distance journey by train, and encountered all kinds of troubles and excitement. He was too tired, so he took a comfortable hot bath, and Mu Qingyun dozed off while drying his hair.

A good night's sleep.

On the second day, the sky was bright, and Mu Qingyun got up to do morning exercises as usual.

When you go out the door, you can see the cornices and bucket arches in the distance through the window, and the beauty of the garden is even more amazing.

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

The predecessor of the hotel was the palace of the extravagant Prince Xiao Zhengxing of Beixu.

After renovation, the scale is huge, with eighteen guest courtyards in front and back, and each courtyard has eight small two-story buildings.

One building has four hundred rooms.

There are only 710 contestants who signed up for the competition from all over the country, as well as their accompanying personnel and members of the organizing committee, and even the two buildings were never fully occupied.

The backyard of the hotel has been rebuilt into the largest "Yuanwu Field" in Zhaocheng and one of the top ten in the Ming Dynasty.

It can accommodate thousands of spectators at one go.

Most of the warriors have the habit of doing morning exercises, and the service staff of the hotel especially thoughtfully drew the signboards.

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

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

"Tch, no one is willing to show some real kung fu, and there are still people who play tricks and deliberately fool people."

Having said that, Chen Yi still took her junior sisters together, found her senior brother, and the senior sisters practiced sword dance together.

It is sword dance.

The sword light was in full bloom, and clusters of dazzling flowers bloomed.

The sword dance in Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is also notoriously excellent - like Yi shooting nine sunsets, being as smooth as emperors flying dragons, coming like thunder and receiving wrath, like Jiang Hai congealing clear light.

They can show off without exposing their own moves, and they are fooled by other martial arts. Their Yuncheng Martial Art Museum is definitely the brightest kid in the martial arts arena at the moment.

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

"Is this a child from Xiao Zhuo's family? It's very interesting. However, there are no disciples from Baiyun Sect to participate this year?"

"That old boy Fang Ruofeng held his breath and wanted to show his face in the big competition. He didn't like our small competition."

The judges laughed at Yan Yan, but they were actually a little anxious.

Although they didn't like it, and secretly signed up for a few young Tianjiao on their own initiative, but just now when they saw Mu Luosheng from Mishima Kingdom, they realized that they were too conservative.

Mu Luosheng's life-killing sword is really powerful, he should have recruited a few more masters to overwhelm the formation.

(End of this chapter)