My imagination has come true

Chapter 92 On purpose!

The autumn wind hits, and the fallen leaves only have time to pile up in a pile, which is different and spectacular.

The hustle and bustle of the martial arts arena was no longer there, and the staff, reporters from 'Shibi', as well as journalists from newspapers and magazines, seemed to be much more numerous than martial artists.

"Come like a thunderbolt and stop the wrath, let it be like Jiang Haining's clear light, heh, today's "Shi Bi. Talking about Martial Arts", the headline on the front page actually reports that Anbang has settled the country, and there is still a large section dedicated to you, Qingqing."

"This reporter named Xie Ruo writes well, but he just quoted this poem again."

Her elder brother, and that Su Hang, were recorded on the history pen for the first time, and a certain line from this poem was used in the praises.

Not only his disciples, but Zhuo Yanfei became famous in the first battle, and Shi Bi cited him.

It has almost become the royal poem of Yuncheng Wuguan.

However, Xie Ruoting can talk and boast like a model, which really makes people happy.

Chen Yi exhaled and said with a smile: "If you win this game again, Qingqing, you will enter the top sixteen."

"To be honest, I really didn't expect that."

Chen Yi sent Mu Qingyun to the martial arts arena. After thinking about it for a while, Mu Qingyun drew out the opponent for the next match, and she quickly opened it to take a look.

"Si Le."

Chen Yi was silent for a while, "Let's take it easy and don't consume too much energy."

"After all, whether it's the top [-] or the top eight, there will always be a day when my family Qingqing can get it."

"But this time, the fight with Si Le was too fierce. It was a brother-in-law fight, and it just made the bastards in the Three Islands proud."

Mu Qingyun understood it, and said solemnly: "Don't worry."

Zhuo Yanfei also came over there, and coaxed Mu Qingyun: "Qingqing is finished today, let me teach you about Hemeng, okay?"

Chen Yi was a little envious all of a sudden.

Crane Dream is Zhuo Yanfei's famous stunt. When he was young, he optimized several sword techniques of Baiyunmen and created "Crane Dream".

This sword technique, historians commented on the world's famous swords, it is listed in the top ten, and it is the most beautiful in the world.

With He Meng, the opponent will also be fascinated and lose hostility.

It's just that this set of swordsmanship emphasizes both meaning and form, and the moves change in thousands of ways, depending on the place, time, and person. Many disciples can't learn it at all.

The popular "Crane Dance" in Yuncheng Martial Arts Center is Zhuo Yanfei's simplified dismantling of "Crane Dream".

Senior brothers and senior sisters came over one by one to comfort her, and promised to take her to the busiest market in Zhaocheng for big purchases, to eat signature dishes in restaurants, and to visit mountains and rivers and clouds after the end.

Mu Qingyun responded one by one.

She also didn't want to fight Si Le to her death.

If there is such a competition on other occasions, she will definitely do her best. This is a respect for herself and for her opponent.

But now this is not only a game, but also a national war.

The people of the Three Islands made it clear that their chariots and horses were intended to suppress the martial arts charm of the Ming Dynasty and strengthen the self-confidence of their own people.

In their own eyes, they are seizing the opportunity to take a bite out of the Ming country and change the reality that the Three Islands have been a subsidiary country of the Ming country since ancient times.

This trip came with a political purpose.

Mu Luosheng is the bright spear in the arena, apart from him, there are still countless hidden arrows in Zhaocheng.

In just a few days, they have dug out more than [-] hidden stakes of the three island countries in their own countries.

Even Mu Qingyun can understand that this is indeed a confrontation between the two countries.

At this point in the national war, no means need to feel mean.

It's not that warriors like them think highly of themselves, it's that they can't be negligent no matter what.

Maybe there won't be such serious consequences, maybe even if you lose to Mu Luosheng, the people of the country can understand it, and the warriors in the world can also understand it.

But who would want to lose?

After a few words, the time came.

45:[-] p.m.

Fine weather.

Mu Qingyun and Si Le stepped onto the ring at the same time. Although Si Le looked indifferent, his manner was quite considerate. When he walked away, Mu Qingyun took a step behind, and also lifted the rope for her on stage.

Although they made up their minds to lose, they all reached the point of competing for the top sixteen. The historian's Shibi was present, and there were reporters taking pictures.

It is impossible for everyone to just admit defeat as before.

That was ugly.

This year's event will definitely leave a strong mark in the history books.

Mu Qingyun himself knows that there is not much history left in later generations, only fragments are left.

People in the world don't know.

On the stage, Mu Qingyun and Si Le stood in the east and west positions respectively.

Si Le suddenly said: "Your spring spirit is very good."

Mu Qingyun smiled.

During the competition in the past few days, she only used the most basic sword techniques in the Yuncheng Martial Art Museum, and the one she used the most was the Baiyun Sword.

She is better than the masters of the Kunlun Sword School, and she is full of spring.

It is better than the swordsmen of the Jin family in northern Jiangsu, and it is full of spring.

It is better than Pei Han flying on the snow, and it is also full of spring.

Now the disciples of all sects and sects in the hotel are almost on guard when they hear someone talking about spring, and they are ready to draw their weapons at any time.

After getting into the details, Mu Qingyun came to practice the Baiyun sword technique again, and gained more experience.

She likes it more and more.

Sometimes, she felt that if she studied this set of swordsmanship deeply, she might be able to seek the truth all the way, break through illusions, and even destroy destiny.

In a blink of an eye, the time is up, and the referee announced loudly—"Start!"

This time, Mu Qingyun didn't play fast like before, attacking again and again, but put on a stance, adjusted his inner breath, and showed his hand gesture - Baiyun watching the sun.

But Si Le raised the tip of his sword, bringing out an arc-shaped crescent, piercing directly between Mu Qingyun's eyebrows.

"The Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace - Lonely Moon Three!"

In the stands, the full audience exclaimed in unison.

Si Yan, the eldest disciple of the Moon Palace, raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Stinky boy!"

If he made Zhuo Sect Master's beloved little disciple cry, he would have to be served a solid meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots by his master when he returned home.

Across the head, Si Yan saw Zhuo Yanfei's expression darken instantly.

Si Le didn't know his senior brother's slander at all, and a sword was faster than a sword.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and each move directly pierces the vital points of Mu Qingyun's body.

After a while, Zhuo Yanfei's eyebrows and eyes gradually eased - such a stormy attack, his little disciple actually took every move, and took it steadily and safely.

"The spirit of spring is endless, the spirit of spring is endless, it really has the essence!"

Si Le also finally realized how difficult this 'spring is coming'.

Although Mu Qingyun was defending, he defended it airtightly and beautifully.

Her sword is like a barrier formed by a water curtain and a waterfall, and like a spring sun that is everywhere and almost imperceptible, shining on the enemy's heart every moment.

Zhuo Yanfei couldn't help showing a little complacency in his eyebrows.

Mu Qingyun suddenly felt the cold air coming, Si Le's sword was clearly on the right, but her left shoulder trembled slightly, it seemed to be fear, but also excitement.

She trusts her feelings.

Because it is never wrong.

This is the "Xuyue" in the Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace, commonly known as the Flower in the Mirror and the Moon in the Water.

Mu Qingyun raised his sword, and there was a flash of lightning, and it really blocked Si Le's sickly silver-white soft sword. At this very moment, she grabbed the empty door.

Instinctively, the sword blasted out without hesitation, and with a move of 'Sunset', the sword energy billowed, approaching Si Le's eyebrows.

When the sword came out, Mu Qingyun suddenly felt something was wrong.

Si Le didn't dodge or block, and he seemed to be in a trance.

The cheers of the audience in the stands were still there, but a group of warriors were so frightened that they even slowed down their breathing.

Mu Qingyun's face turned pale, but he saw that the referee's sleeves were lifted up, rolled gently, and wrapped around the tip of the sword, and the sword disappeared in an instant.

She hastened to withdraw the sword, with a dazed expression on her face.

Even the referee was stunned, Si Le swayed, and fell down on the ring with a thud.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

The scene became tense immediately.

After a long while, the referee reluctantly said: "The winner, Yuncheng Martial Arts, Zhang Qingqing."

Zhuo Yanfei: "You Yuegong did it on purpose!"

(End of this chapter)