Another burst of spring rain.

Mu Qingyun has been busy these days, it is rare to sleep all night, get up and yawn, and look out of the window, wildflowers have bloomed a lot, butterflies are flying, and there are a few small bees.

Situ Qingshuang and Yun Duo'er sat on the stone steps to meditate, their sideburns were a little damp, and they had obviously been sitting for a long time.

Mu Qingyun got up and washed first, washed his face and brushed his teeth without alarming the two, and went to the ring to clear the game.

It's just a game today, and as for the opponent, even Yun Duoer is not interested in collecting detailed information.

It stands to reason that until now, those who can still get into the ring are all powerful characters, but today is an exception.

The child's name was Fang Su, fifteen years old, and he was very lucky to have two fights to get to where he is today.

How lucky he was, he had a bye four times, and there were a few left, anyway, all kinds of outrageous things happened to him.

When Mu Qingyun heard Yun Duoer chanting the word "lucky", he remembered the original Anbangding National Competition.

It's just that someone can have such a way.

Speaking of which, who was chatting with at the beginning, sorting out the information of each competition, it seems that many domestic competitions have such lucky players.

In the Anbang Ding National Competition, Situ Qingshuang's experience should be seen by the people behind him, and he should be treated as if he was helped.

Mu Qingyun went all the way to the ring, went on stage, saluted, started, and ended, and the total time was seventeen minutes.

The various ceremonies took a quarter of an hour.

Fang Su, the child, didn't cry.

Mu Qingyun was quite satisfied with this.

Two games tomorrow, two games the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow is the last game.

If she can fight to the end, she will win the title.

For this championship title, the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall can add three points.

If you take another one from Leizhou Mansion, it will be six points. Mu Qing has been clouded, and he can probably rise to more than thirty people.

Mu Qingyun calculated very casually, and went all the way back to his courtyard, and before he entered the courtyard gate, he heard a hoarse voice coming from not far away.

"Why can't you enter?"

Mu Qingyun didn't hear it very clearly, the person who spoke had a slight local accent, and walked a few more steps, only then did he see that there were many people gathered around her courtyard door.

More than a dozen gymnasium workers blocked the door, and across from them stood an old woman in her fifties, and two men in their forties, who were talking.

"Why am I an outsider? My son worshipped that female warrior named Yue Qingqing as his teacher, she is my son's master, I am not an outsider, I am here to find my son."

"Bundle, it's called bundle, right? I gave a full eighteen taels of silver."

The old woman had a little forbearance on her face, but she couldn't hold back after all, and there was a little crying in her voice.

"You can't bully people like that."

"Old woman, I walked all the way from the countryside and walked more than thirty miles of mountain roads, and it was not easy to find here."

"It's good for you to say that if you don't let you in, you won't let you in, and if you say let me go, I'll go, how can there be such a reason!"

The staff guarding the door talked for a long time, and sighed helplessly: "Old lady, are you mistaken, who is Ling Lang's master?"

"You're deaf, Yue Qingqing."

The old woman's face was uneven, and she reached out and took out a crumpled newspaper and showed it, "Look at it, no, Yue Qingqing, it looks like this, it can't be wrong!"

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Mu Qingyun nodded, walked over easily, walked through the crowd, pushed open the courtyard door, and saw Yun Duo'er and Situ lying on the wall looking out, waving their hands to let them both come down, before turning to look at the people outside the door, and asked with a smile, "Three, do you know Yue Qingqing?"

"Of course I know, Gao Renli, haven't you read the newspaper, old man."

Immediately, the old woman looked unhappy again, "It's just too young, I took my family's shackle in front of me, and said that I would let my son come to find it, but I didn't even leave an address, fortunately, our family has relatives in Yaowu City, so I found out about the location."

"That Yue Qingqing, although his martial arts are good, he is stupid when he looks at it."

"Hey, I don't know if I can teach my son well, it's really worrying, they all say Master, Master, is both a teacher and a father, you can't recognize it at will, I came this time to see how my son is learning."

This person spoke upside down, and Mu Qingyun was not angry, so he opened the door first and let the person into the courtyard.

Although the place where she lives is remote, the entire gymnasium is full of people, and it is still inevitably eye-catching.

The old woman and her two brothers broke into the gate in a menacing manner.

As soon as Mu Qingyun looked at their faces, he knew that in fact, these three were a little inward-looking.

Mu Qingyun sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand to beckon the old woman and her two brothers to sit down, and personally poured tea for them, before slowly saying, "Old lady, don't worry, let's talk slowly."

Yun Duo'er went to fetch a stack of newspapers early in the morning, Mu Qingyun glanced at it, flipped through it, took out one and put it on the table, and said softly, "Old lady, look at this."

"Newspapers, I have them."

The old woman frowned, pinched the newspaper, looked around, and looked at Mu Qingyun and the others carefully.

"I don't think you're bad people, look at this."

The old woman took out the note she had put close to her and unfolded it, "This is the receipt written by Yue Nuxia herself."

The words on the note can only be described as unremarkable.

Mu Qingyun and Situ Qingshuang glanced at each other and said softly, "There are actually a lot of left-handed people?"

She also thought that most left-handers would only appear in various literary works, especially mystery detectives.

Situ Qingshuang smiled, "I am weak and weak, and I don't know martial arts."

Only then did Mu Qingyun point to the newspaper he had displayed: "Old lady, take a closer look, this is the newspaper from Yaowu City five days ago."

The contents of this newspaper are exactly the same as the newspaper that the old woman took out, the only difference is the photos in the newspaper.

In the newspaper on Mu Qingyun's side, there is only a distant side face in the photo of her, but you can still see that she is heroic.

But in the old woman's newspaper, the woman's facial features in the photo are mediocre, and she can only be said to be a little ugly, especially the eyes, which look very evil.

"What, what do you mean?"

The old woman glanced at it, and was immediately frightened, and took a step back, her hands began to tremble, "What the hell are you doing! Liar!"

Several staff members suddenly had bitter faces.

In fact, it is clear at a glance, when the old woman was babbling just now, they felt that the old man had met a liar, this matter, it is not big, but if there is really trouble, the trouble is not small.