Cloud City

The first day of November

Cloudy.

Su Hang took Mu Qingyun up the stone steps from the back door of the Cloud City Central Gymnasium, thought about the door master's instructions, stretched out his hand to untie the cloak for her, and changed into a small navy blue cloak.

This is the fourth time that the Youth Martial Arts Competition has been held.

It was held 20 years ago, the silver medalist in the competition, Changchun Sword Gao Changhe.

Three years ago, he retired from the Beijing Martial Arts Gym and returned to his hometown, seeing that there were few young warriors in his hometown, he had the idea of cultivating the next generation.

At the beginning, the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall also recruited him, but Gao Changhe had been competing in the arena for many years, and he had been injured earlier, and his physical condition was not very good, and after retiring, he also wanted to spend more time with his parents, wife and children, so he politely declined the invitation of the master of Zhuomen.

But he still managed it himself and founded the Youth Martial Arts Competition.

Twice a year, once in the spring and once in the fall, it is intended to inspire young warriors to strive for the best.

In previous years, the martial arts competition was more involved in Yuncheng's own people, and most of the foreign players were nearby.

This year is an exception.

Because the first round of the reincarnation competition was chosen in Cloud City, martial artists from all over the world gathered, and usually the contestants will bring a few new generations to let the children see the world.

It's all here, and there will always be people who can't bear to participate in the youth competition held in this cloud city territory.

At first, there was news that several disciples of the Huijian Sect and a few disciples of the Swallow Sect might want to participate.

As soon as the news came out, applicants suddenly sprung up.

Mu Qingyun listened to all kinds of news, and couldn't help but suspect that at the beginning, the news that so-and-so participated in the competition was deliberately spread out to hype, and it was not necessarily true.

It's just that people nowadays have no concept of hype at all, so the effect is naturally very good.

Huijianmen participated, someone from the Tang family was there, did they participate? Since the Tang family participated, what about the Yang family? What about the Swallow Gate?

It's like a nesting doll, one by one, and when you get to the back, you can't stop the wind, and it's all in the set.

Mu Qingyun said that she was very happy about this, first, people invited her to come over, and she had to give a lot of money, and secondly, she could appreciate other people's tricks up close, why not?

Ascending the stone steps, with the welcoming staff to the lounge, Mu Qingyun walked all the way, all the way to visit the Cloud City Gymnasium.

The gymnasium is not small, the dome is very high, and there are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all of which are left by famous warriors of the current and previous generations.

Among them, there is also the word "sword" written by the sword god Xiao Lingfeng.

The sword intent roared through the paper, and Mu Qingyun couldn't help but pause, lingering in front of the calligraphy and painting for a long time.

I went around to the lounge, and before I entered the door, I heard a very familiar sound inside.

"How unreasonable?"

It was Yun Duo'er who spoke, "I don't have three good wines, the sword god Xiao Lingfeng arrived, and when he saw the wine, could he still fight with Yang Lance God, the two of them naturally wanted to drink first, then of course it was me, the red everyone."

Mu Qingyun pushed the door, glanced at it, and saw that the room was full of acquaintances.

Situ Qingshuang was lying on the sofa on the side, Si Le, Brother Si Yanshi, and Yun Duo'er, and the other was Zhao Xiang of Yanzimen, who was also an acquaintance.

Coupled with Mu Qingyun, she almost thought that she had arrived in the lounge of the Anbang Ding National Competition.

Except for Situ Qingshuang who was sleeping, everyone else gathered around, happily fighting cards, looking at the notes posted on everyone's faces, it should be Yun Duo'er who has the upper hand.

Se Le has the most strips on his face, and he looks a little unwilling.

"Sister Qingqing, oops, Master Su is also here, come and play."

Mu Qingyun smiled and sat down.

Fighting cards are quite interesting, similar to the gameplay of Ludo chess, with more complex maps and specifications.

Players draw cards before playing, and the cards are drawn with the famous warriors of the moment.

You can break through enemy stations, grab resources, form alliances, combine vertical and horizontal, have a rich variety of gameplay, and have an adventure system, where you can randomly pick up talents and treasures, and you can also encounter historical events.

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Even if the game is played well, it can be played for more than half an hour, which is one of the most popular games among martial artists.

Mu Qingyun hadn't played this in modern times, and he only learned it after he arrived at the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall.

However, she was very lucky, and Su Hang was particularly dutiful to assist her.

Hey, Zhuo Yanfei told Su Hang to escort his junior sister, Mu Qingyun heard it with his own ears outside the door, and the owner of the door, his old man, told Senior Brother Su that whoever dares to do something to his junior sister should lie down first and then talk about it, and he must not be polite.

Su Hang is stubborn in his practice, and he is also quite persistent in the world, he promised to take care of Mu Qingyun, that is, all-round and meticulous.

Less than half an hour after playing chess, Yun Duoer's eyes were rounder than eggs. He stared at the cards in his hand with a puffed face, and his face was full of confusion.

Si Yan blinked and laughed, "Young Master Su, actually...... You can't turn the release of water into a flood discharge, so everyone will not have a sense of game experience at all, and Miss Zhang will be very boring to play."

Su Hang immediately looked up at him and raised his eyebrows: "Please advise?"

"Well, look at me."

Next, Si Yan seriously showed Su Hang a wave of water release skills.

At the end of a game of chess, Mu Qingyun was always in a position where he had a few minutes of crazy dominance, a few minutes of danger of exhaustion, and after a while, all the players held each other, and the winning rate was as if it were.

In the end, Mu Qingyun won the victory by chance in countless hardships and obstacles.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing.

Su Hang nodded: "I've learned!"

Yun Duoer, Zhao Xiang, and Si Le couldn't laugh well, not to mention, although they didn't win, Si Yan was really a master of the game, and under his overall control, everyone experienced the joy of the game.

The staff outside listened to the noisy fighting signs in the room through the wall.

"Whew."

"So these masters are also playing cards."

"And I'm obsessed, it doesn't seem to be much worse than my little nephew who itches all over the day when I don't go to the chess and card room."

The service staff went in to change the tea three times, and no one drank much.

Inside and outside the lounge, everyone was giggling and relaxing.

After playing for nearly two hours, Xue Peng, the judge of the martial arts competition, finally appeared, he pushed the door in, glanced at it and smiled: "I also said that I was too busy, I am afraid that the hospitality will not be good, now it seems that everyone can enjoy themselves!"

Su Hang, Si Yan They were obviously familiar with him, and they didn't even move.

Si Yan waved his hand very casually: "I heard that the owner of Xue Dazhuang has newly obtained a few particularly outstanding young people?" qδ

Xue Peng sighed, pretended to point at Mu Qingyun and said, "Excellent? The best young martial artist in our Cloud City is already the master of the Zhuo Sect, who can be called excellent?"

Su Hang's body moved to the right, covering Mu Qingyun and said, "You can only watch, you are not allowed to get started."

Xue Peng: "......"

Mu Qingyun: "......"

The crowd laughed again.

Si Yan hung on his junior brother and sighed, "You can't blame our Zhuo Sect Master, no matter who it is, if you have such a precious disciple, you won't let others take a few more looks."

Mu Qingyun is better than Mu Luosheng, no matter how many external factors and how much water there are, it makes the entire Ming country rivers and lakes boil.