My imagination has come true

Chapter 89 Fairness
The rain still didn't stop. As soon as the game was over, the full audience put on coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and left in a hurry.

Wang Jiaoxi first counted his own disciples, and then led them back to the room.

"Shanshan, you are the senior sister, take the juniors who have been promoted, the juniors go to take a bath and change clothes, and arrange the hotel to cook some ginger soup for us."

The older female disciple nodded in response.

In their Yuncheng martial arts gym, six people advanced in the first round, three men and three women, and they were quite well-proportioned.

Although the others lost, they had nothing to be upset about. They went to change their clothes and helped to keep an eye on the food in the hotel kitchen, and then sent someone to stand guard.

Some people took spare money and gave it to the service staff, and asked them to invite a more famous doctor in Zhaocheng to diagnose everyone's pulse.

Naturally, the competition committee has arranged for several doctors to guard, and they are all famous doctors. However, there are a large group of warriors participating in the competition, and there are only a few doctors, which is still not enough.

At the end of Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, everyone was not seriously injured.

Ask the doctor to take a look, just in case, for fear of accidentally leaving hidden wounds.

Mu Qingyun took a bath in the bathtub, and the senior sister also sent a medicine bag for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, which made her body feel comfortable.

After soaking, she and Chen Yi, who had also showered, wrapped their hair and lay down on the balcony of the room to enjoy the scenery.

Just below the balcony is an artificial lake with two rockery by the lake and three octagonal gazebos. A few golden fish in the lake are swaying their tails soothingly, and there are cranes hiding under the veranda on the bank to avoid the rain.

There are also two white long-haired cats in the gazebo, one with yellow eyes and one blue, and their hair is soft.

Professor Wang and Xi were gathering in the gazebo to talk.

Suhang is also there.

He hugged that round, big, beautiful white cat from head to tail, his whole body was as gentle as soaking in a hot spring, purring and bubbling.

Chen Yi couldn't help being a little jealous: "Su Hang's hands are so heavy, can he handle a good kitten?"

Mu Qingyun changed his posture comfortably without saying a word.

In fact, Suhang is still very good at flirting with cats.

Speaking of which, the guy in Yuncheng Martial Art Museum, whose martial arts are second only to the big brother, is one year younger than Chen Yi, and even a few years later than Chen Yi.

He just entered the martial arts school three years ago. Before entering the martial arts school, he only had a rough grasp of boxing and kicks, and he had never studied martial arts seriously at all.

"Humph."

Chen Yi sighed, "Qingqing is right, it's just jealousy that makes me completely unrecognizable."

"But God is too unfair. Am I not as hardworking as him? Or am I not as good as him? Neither, but no matter how I practice, no one can get into the world quickly after an epiphany."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Talent doesn't just depend on the bones.

And there is no solution to genius.

Take sword practice for example. She also heard gossip in the martial arts hall that Su Hang was drinking with a few senior brothers, and after drinking, the senior brothers asked for advice on how to practice swords.

Su Hang replied: Practice with hands!

Everyone: "..."

The implication of Junior Brother Su's words is that swordsmanship can be mastered with one's hands.

Others have been learning for several years, a set of "spring is lingering", and the instructors scolded them, saying that this is not spring, and there is no lingering, and they are as trembling as if holding a kitchen knife between their thighs.

Who to talk to?
"Yo, our Junior Brother Su will give up his seat?"

Mu Qingyun looked around and saw that Su Hang gave Situ Qingshuang a seat and poured him a bowl of soup. He was a little surprised for a while.

Su Hang's temperament was cold, and Zhuo Yan was not respectful in front of Zhuo's sect master.

When he was distracted for a while, he heard an angry rebuke from the gazebo: "It's unreasonable, it's too much of a bully!"

It was Senior Li from the competition committee. He stood up with an angry face, and paced back and forth.

Even through the rain and fog, the sound could penetrate the window and enter the hall.

Chen Yi pulled the towel from her hair and dragged Mu Qingyun to watch the excitement.

Mu Qingyun looked around along the way, not only their Yuncheng Martial Arts School, but also disciples from other major sects gathered in twos and threes, all with serious expressions, and quickly walked through the veranda and gathered at the gazebo. .

Wang Jiaoxi's face was gloomy: "Before tomorrow's competition, all disciples are not allowed to leave the hotel. If they insist on leaving, they must first report to me and go together."

Mu Qingyun's eyes fell on Situ Qingshuang, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Situ Qingshuang's face was pale and his lips were blue. Although his spine was still straight, his breathing was quite unstable.

"On the way Situ came to Zhaocheng, he encountered two sieges. For those who did it, most of the martial arts methods were unclear. There were 14 people, and more than half of them were masters at the micro-level. The rest were also at the ninth rank. The masters of the environment lead the team."

Situ Qingshuang whispered: "It seems to be Jin Shangqiao from the Black Dragon Road of the Three Islands."

The full house of disciples was in an uproar.

Jin Shangqiao is a veteran truth seeker.

Chen Yi grabbed Mu Qingyun's sleeve and her heart beat wildly. You must know that even Zhuo Yanfei, the head of their sect, has not yet broken the absurdity, and is just seeking the truth.

In recent days, the sect master has been unable to retreat, even if he is looking for a breakthrough, he has accumulated a lot of money, and it will be time to break the delusion, and there is only one chance.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Situ Qingshuang.

Situ Qingshuang said lightly: "I can fight."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, how about that kid, the punishments of the Vajra Sect are very detailed." Zhuo Yanfei frowned, "It's a bit too nonsense, the old problem of the Vajra Sect, how many times have I said it, it's easy to break, but I just don't listen."

Chen Yi muttered angrily: "We just want to save face too much, sect master, why don't you seniors think of slaughtering Mu Luosheng's gang on the way."

"Also, if they want to come to the country, let them come? Don't worry about finding any excuses on the border, and just blast them out. Is it difficult?"

Mu Qingyun also nodded.

that is!

Zhuo Yanfei took a deep breath, and glanced at his disciples with a nonchalant smile: "What are you doing in a daze, I will go back to rest for all those who have to compete tomorrow."

Everyone: "..."

From the beginning to the end of the Anbang Dingguo Race every year, it usually takes half a month, sometimes even longer.

In other years, maybe everyone can relax easily, but this year, it must be a contest of mental and physical endurance.

A group of disciples were stared at by Zhuomen Master with a half-smile, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

Mu Qingyun returned to the room and began to practice swords on the wide balcony.

In today's fight with Feifei Sun, she only made one move in total, but after this move, her progress was comparable to that of the previous month.

The fog in my heart dissipated, and my mind became clear.

Mu Qingyun's sword became more and more smooth, and her movements became faster and faster. The window was open, and the rain outside the window seemed to dance with her sword, and there were thunderous sounds.

From the second day onwards, the intensity of the competition gradually increased.

Mu Qingyun played three games in one day.

They played very well, winning three consecutive victories.

Chen Yi and the other four senior brothers and sisters also won.

As a matter of fact, the other disciples from the Yuncheng Martial Art Museum who came to make up for their experience were naturally eliminated in the first round, and the rest belonged to the elite, so it was only natural that they won a few rounds.

On the third day, Mu Qingyun finally met a serious opponent.

Zhao Xiang, a disciple of the famous family in the south of the Yangtze River and the Yanzi family.

Last year, Anbang ranked No.10 in the national competition.

(End of this chapter)