My imagination has come true

Chapter 72 Sparring
"You said, you want to join the Yuncheng martial arts school to learn martial arts?"

The guard at the gate froze for a moment, looked Mu Qingyun up and down, and was at a loss for a while.

The main reason is that he has been guarding the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall for seven or eight years, and he has never seen such a new thing.

There is no invitation letter, no recommendation, and you are going to come to apprentice by yourself?
But he said that Mu Qingyun had dealt with Yue Ling, a cheap girl, and packed himself up the next day, and went straight to Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.

This Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall was quite easy to find, after a little asking for directions, he found the place.

The gate wall is very high, and outside the gate there seems to be homeless guards standing guard, quite quiet.

When she walked to the door, it was a little difficult.

In her era, the martial arts gym was open for business, and as long as she went there, there would be someone to entertain her. Mu Qingyun originally thought that regardless of the era, the martial arts gym should be similar.

Perhaps the number of disciples recruited here is small, but the door is also open to welcome visitors from all over the world.

As a result, as soon as she arrived, the goal of entering was the towering wall and the closed gate, and she immediately realized it.

This martial arts gym is not a place for business, it is really comparable, it has the same function as the city martial arts team.

Anyway, it's not like anyone can enter casually if they want to.

But it's all here.

Mu Qingyun didn't even hesitate, and knocked on the door as soon as he went up.

The guard at the gate was probably told not to act like a bully outside and bully ordinary people, although his eyes widened, he looked at Mu Qingyun like a fool.

But they still politely asked her to leave a famous stab, and said that she would tell the owner of the museum to his old man later.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

There is a ghost if there is a response.

Anyway, after a year and a half of practicing the method of observing words and emotions, Mu Qingyun understood it in an instant.

It is almost impossible for a wild person like her to join the Yuncheng martial arts school.

Her heart sank slightly, she didn't know if it was just the Yuncheng Martial Arts School, or if it was the case in all the official martial arts schools of this era.

After all, it is difficult to understand the whole picture after more than 100 years.

Mu Qingyun even went to the archives to look for the county annals in Yuncheng, only the county annals were fragments, and there was no detailed introduction of the local martial arts school.

During this period of time, most of the masters in the international competition are from Jiangnan Moon Palace, Huijianmen, Kunlun Sword School, Huian Yangmen and other famous families.

In addition to the arena, there are as many famous masters as Guo Jiang Zhiqing. This is a year when martial arts are prevalent.

But for a small place like Yuncheng, there are not many records.

When people of later generations mention the warriors here, they must praise those sword gods and sword gods, those few peerless wizards who have not been able to emerge for hundreds of years.

At least it must be at the peak of the Shattering Illusion Realm.

Ordinary delusion-shattering realms are not eligible to be remembered by history books.

After all, the small local masters may generally have the realm of breaking the delusion, but if they really want to fight, they may not be able to win against the top truth-seeking peak sent by the famous sect.

And the top Illusion Breaker master, those are completely two kinds of creatures.

Glancing at the strict gate control, Mu Qingyun was thoughtful.

She has already inquired, and there are several more reliable martial arts gyms in Yuncheng, such as Shanhe Martial Arts Gym and Bowei Martial Arts Gym, which are not easy to enter.

Coincidentally, she was talking to the servant here, and four people came out of the door.

Three young people, two men and one woman, were escorting an old man with half-white beard and hair to go out.

This old man can't tell his age just by looking at his face, only the color of his beard and hair can be seen, so he can only be called an old man.

The old man was probably very kind, and the three young men were not paying attention to him when they sent him out.

The two men were comforting the girl in a low voice: "Don't be sad, we will find a few junior sisters to be your training partners later on, practice hard, and in the group match next month, we will definitely beat him to the point where he has teeth all over the place, let him He swallowed today's words whole."

"That kid Su Hang is also an asshole, and his grandma will play hard in a practice match."

Mu Qingyun blinked, thought about it, walked over and said, "Miss, do you want to find someone to practice with?"

The young girl with a mournful face paused in her steps, looked over in surprise, hesitated for a while, and kept silent, her eyes flying wildly.

Mu Qingyun knew at a glance that this girl must be thinking of various excuses for rejection.

But the little girl has a very tender skin and is not good at rejecting people.

"To tell you the truth, my family is poor, and my mother is seriously ill and needs long-term recuperation. I need money everywhere."

"But I don't have any good skills, except that I learned a little boxing kung fu when I was young."

Mu Qingyun's voice softened eight degrees.

The little girl hesitated even more.

The old man standing at the front seemed a little surprised at the moment, his eyes were glued to Mu Qingyun's body.

The young man behind him hastily stretched out his hand to secretly pull the sleeve of Master Zu.

Staring at a girl like this, let outsiders see, do they still want to be famous in Baiyunmen?

The old man tugged hard, pulled back his sleeve, and gave his disciple and grandson an angry look.

It's not too old, it's not too small, it's awkward, what does it look like.

The old man patted his disciple and grandson away, and stroked his gray beard: "Yi'er, just accept this girl and let her be your training partner."

Three disciples: "??"

What is Master doing?
Regardless of what the old man was going to do, as long as the old man spoke, Mu Qingyun entered the martial arts hall smoothly.

The little girl's name is Chen Yi, she looks young, but she is actually 21 years old this year, and she has been in the Yuncheng martial arts gym for eight years.

The other two teenagers, one named Chen Gang and the other named Chen Hu, came from Chang County like Chen Yi. The Chen family was a small martial arts family, and the three of them were originally taught by the same master.

What I learned was Chen Jiaquan.

The ancestors of the Chen family were performers in the Jianghu. Later, by chance, a master passed on a set of boxing, and they worked hard to become famous. This is how the Chen family came into being.

The master of the Yuncheng Martial Arts School happened to see Chen Yi punching well, so he went over to fool his parents and took him away.

The two brothers, Chen Gang and Chen Hu, were later selected and recommended to start.

Calculated according to the year when she joined the martial arts school, Chen Yi was earlier than Chen Gang and Chen Hu, but she was used to calling her "Junior Sister", so she didn't change it.

As soon as you enter the gate of the martial arts hall, you will see a large martial arts arena, full of quaint plum blossom piles, various ropes, and suspended wood chips.

There are about seventeen or eighteen disciples practicing martial arts.

"Then let's try first?"

Chen Gang laughed.

Master Master has spoken, then this little girl must be kept, but whether she can use it or not still has to be tested.

Chen Gang greeted, and rushed out a few disciples in all directions, gathered the messy things on the martial arts field to one side, and 'drived' other training disciples to make room.

He nodded: "Junior Sister, go to some activities."

Chen Yi walked to the martial arts arena and took a sword from the weapon rack.

The sword was specially made for her, it was lighter than ordinary swords, longer and slightly softer.

Chen Yixin stabbed forward, his figure moved with the wind, and the sword light flickered for a moment.

Mu Qingyun raised her head, her swordsmanship was light and soft, elegant yet powerful.

The sword wind swept across the sword-testing stone in front of him, leaving almost identical marks one after another.

Chen Gang said with a smile: "This is the Baiyun swordsmanship, the basic swordsmanship of our Yuncheng Martial Art Museum, and you will learn it as a partner in the future."

He paused, looked at Mu Qingyun, and then at all the disciples, servants, and other training partners around him.

"Don't underestimate it. Our masters all say that the Baiyun swordsmanship is the best foundational swordsmanship in Yuncheng."

"Pull, belt, lift, block, strike, stab, point, collapse and other basics, this set of swordsmanship is the most standard."

"I am the elder of the Jiange of the Ming Dynasty, is the Luoyue Sword of the sword god Xiao Lingfeng powerful?"

"The masters of swordsmanship who are also proficient in swordsmanship in the Three Islands, Southern Kingdoms, and Western countries must also admit that the swordsmanship of the countries is so exquisite that the sum of the swordsmanship of all countries may quickly fall to three points."

"But it's Xiao Lingfeng's Luoyue Sword. He said it himself. For beginners, in terms of solid foundation, Luoyue Sword is far inferior to a few basic swordsmanship. Among them is our Baiyun swordsmanship."

"Indeed, everyone wants to learn powerful swordsmanship, but if you really put the sword manual of Luoyue Sword in front of you, do you think you can learn it well?"

"Most people are not talented, so don't aim too high."

Mu Qingyun turned a deaf ear to it, and concentrated on watching Chen Yi practice swords in the martial arts arena. This set of Baiyun Sword is a bit like spring rain, gentle and continuous, but very effective.

She looked at it, and began to replay it in her mind, one move after another, and it spread out.

Subconsciously, he turned his fingers slightly, and began to unconsciously evolve this set of sword skills in his mind.

[Swordsmanship: +0.01+0.01...]

She didn't even get the sword, it was as if she had learned it.

On the martial arts arena, Chen Yi has already started to practice for the third time.

The third trick, Baiyun watching the sun, and the fourth trick, the connection between the spring is problematic. When changing the trick, the angle should be [-] degrees downward.

There is also the seventh move, She Yang, although the essence of this move is to be fast, it should not be as sharp and fast as Chen Yi, it should be lighter and more concealed.

Mu Qingyun instinctively felt that he was right.

For a while, her thoughts spread, and she became a little dazed, and she heard Chen Yi's shy voice from the martial arts arena: "Miss Zhang."

Chen Yi waved at her, and Mu Qingyun walked over, not using the swords handed over by other disciples, but only holding a small hand shield.

Chen Gang nodded: "Let's start."

"Three fingers."

"White clouds watch the sun."

"Sheyang."

"Immortal Phoenix Dance."

"..."

Chen Yi raised the sword and stabbed, the sword strokes were continuous, just like the countless times when she was fighting against the sparring partners, she didn't use her internal strength, she was just making moves.

Even without internal strength, her swordsmanship is very fast.

A large expanse of white light flashed in front of Mu Qingyun's eyes, and he was at a loss for a while, unable to resist.

The disciples on the left and right, and those accompanying trainers all gathered around to watch.

Brothers Chen Gang and Chen Hu nodded, and said with a smile: "Miss Zhang is right, she really has some skills."

Although Mu Qingyun looked far from being Chen Yi's opponent, it did not mean that she was not a qualified training partner.

In the eyes of their brothers, a small sparring partner picked up at the door is already very useful at this level.

Even if the martial arts school trains elite disciples, it is not necessary for even a partner trainer to be in a subtle state.

Not long after, Chen Yi also felt very happy.

She beat faster and faster, smoother and smoother, and the grievance of being blasted twenty times by Su Hang's hands today finally gradually disappeared.

All the disciples applauded.

Fang Ruofeng, the master of the disciples next to him, the master of Baiyunmen, shook his head lightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "These little fools."

The apprentices and grandchildren of his family are all children after all, with too little experience.

If they had been more careful, they would have discovered that at first the little sparring partner was in a hurry and couldn't keep up with Yi'er's sword moves.

But in just a quarter of an hour, the two of them were able to watch.

She also changed from being stiff and parrying like a model, to showing a little bit of ease.

Miss Zhang's block, as long as she misses it once, she will never miss it again.

In fact, Fang Ruofeng has been surprised since he saw this little girl just now.

He has seen this child.

About seven or eight days ago, he was drinking in a wine shop, and this kid used to teach some rascals a lesson.

At that time, he felt that this kid was a bit talented.

But he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Which of the disciples of Baiyunmen would not have talent?
In these years, anyone who can practice martial arts well, talent, luck, and even adventures are all indispensable.

If you don't have a good background, you have to have excellent talent, otherwise you have to be lucky, otherwise, no matter what, you can only disappear from the crowd.

But this girl is too outrageous.

The Zhang Qingqing he met that day had only learned Kungfu from outsiders and had some basic boxing skills.

As for swordsmanship, ahem, it's not bad, it's just not good at all.

But seeing her again today, she has more than just that little foundation.

She is full of spirit and energy, and there is a charm between her eyebrows and eyes.

Although I didn't really watch her make a move, now she is practicing as a sparring partner, focusing on the word 'accompany'.

She also did very well and qualified.

It is in such a qualification that Fang Ruofeng can see an unbelievable speed of progress.

Fang Ruofeng took a deep breath and calmed down.

Look again, don't worry.

He is really busy. It has been several years since Baiyun Sect has no disciples who have passed the reincarnation competition and can participate in the big competition.

Fang Ruofeng is already sixty-seven, and at most he can only participate in the ten-year competition once more, which will be three years later.

Wait another ten years, he is 77, his life is 77 years old, even if he is a sword god, [-] is not the age of Hades to chase his life, but he will never have the energy to take his apprentice to participate in the most eye-catching competition in the world .

"I, Fang Ruofeng, am not without ambition."

Cultivating disciples is really exhausting.

Miscellaneous thoughts surged in her mind like water, and she saw Mu Qingyun turning the shield and actually stuck to Chen Yi's sword tip, she smiled a little, and said softly: "Come on."

After the words fell, he pressed down lightly, and actually led Chen Yi to practice the sword.

Chen Yi didn't realize it at first, but instinctively felt that today's sparring was unbelievably fun, being led by Mu Qingyun, subconsciously used a trick of spring, and suddenly felt very different.

It seems that the stagnation that she has been aware of, or has not been aware of over the years, has melted like ice and snow.

Fang Ruofeng's face turned red immediately, and his eyeballs protruded: "Damn, this is bearable!"

If such a disciple doesn't fight for it, then he can only be an idiot.

He took a step forward suddenly, stopped again, coughed, looked around, but still didn't move.

Zhang Qingqing's foundation has not yet been laid, and it is suitable to be placed in the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall.

No one knew that in this short quarter of an hour or so, Sect Master Fang's thoughts went back and forth several times.

Two quarters of an hour later, Chen Yi's eyes were shining, sweat was steaming all over her body, and her cheeks were flushed. It was obvious that her energy and blood were activated and she was refreshed.

Everyone could see the satisfaction in her expression.

[Swordsmanship +0.01+0.01...]

[Skill: Swordsmanship 1 (Baiyun Swordsmanship)]

Mu Qingyun swiped 'Chen Yi', forcibly swiping his sword skill proficiency.

By the way, he also learned a set of sword skills.

Naturally, he was also quite happy.

(End of this chapter)