Yun Duo'er followed Mu Qingyun to the door step by step.

At this time, the window lattice of the room was broken, and the house was in a mess, Mu Qingyun was helpless: "I knew earlier, and I would poke Huang Lao again tomorrow." ”

These things look troublesome, and when Huang Siping is here, it can really be cleaned up by dividing five by two, and it is not difficult to look at it at all.

It's your turn, well, forget it.

Fortunately, the bed was still safe, Mu Qingyun yawned, waved his hand, closed the door and went to sleep.

Tang Jingping thought about it, and finally went to give Huang Siping a ride.

Suddenly it began to rain in the sky.

"Hey!"

Mu Chengfei walked a few steps against the wind, gently pulled Tang Jingping's sleeve, and cried, "Big brother, uncle, I received Lao Huang, uh, Huang Siping's two pockets of apples, two plates of dumplings he personally wrapped, and his twenty-year-old Chen's daughter Hongyitan, so what, do I count it, huh?" ”

Tang Jingping grimaced: "I don't know." ”

He knows a fart, and he doesn't understand why the caring old housekeeper who has been used in the family for ten years will turn into a liar.

Mu Chengfei: "Wow, wow! ”

In fact, the Ombudsman is not so free.

The imperial court was not so harsh on them.

All night, the stadium was in a bleak place.

Early in the morning of the second day, Mu Qingyun packed his bags and went to Leizhou Mansion, not only Situ and Yun Duoer wanted to go with him, but Tang Jingping also sent Mu Qingyun all the way to the station, and finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"Why is Huang Siping like this?"

Mu Qingyun was silent for a long time and sighed: "I don't know." ”

However, it is about the boundless sea of suffering that mortals encounter in the human world, and it has made people crazy.

It doesn't matter whether it's misery driving people crazy, or greed driving people crazy, they are all tumors in the world that ordinary people can't hide from and can't avoid.

Mu Qingyun was a little literary, and when he arrived in Leizhou, he temporarily put these behind and played seven games in one breath in three days.

On the first day, the contestants of the Youth Cup - "This is the Yue Qingqing who has been in the limelight recently?" "Cut her, this is a weapon for fame. "Oh, it's a shame I didn't touch her." “……”

The next day, the contestants—" This little girl doesn't seem to be very easy to fight. "It doesn't matter, I heard that I just fought a few times in Yaowu City. "Don't worry, she'll touch Song Bo next." ”“……”

"Wait until the third day, hum, see for yourself, this poor child whose turn is our Qingqing's opponent is going to cry!"

All of the above comes from Yun Duoer's paraphrase.

In fact, he didn't cry, the child was quite stubborn, and he was only eighteen years old this year, standing opposite with red eyes, glaring at Mu Qingyun viciously.

"Sister, hurry up, don't delay the auction in the dark pavilion."

Yun Duo'er was so anxious that she didn't suppress her voice.

The child's face on the other side instantly became even more ugly, and when he stood up, a layer of purple light instantly appeared on his face.

Yun Duo'er glanced at it: "Hey, didn't you hit Zixiamen before?" ”

Mu Qingyun: "Ahem." ”

The child burst into tears.

Yun Duoer really can't open any pot.

Mu Qingyun's last fight was indeed Zixiamen, called Guo Jia, who was a little annoyed at the time, and his shot was a little cruel.

Zixiamen inherits Taoist martial arts, the last one can play in the Youth Cup to now, that is naturally one of the best disciples in the door, Zixia Gong has been practiced to the seventh layer, although he accidentally lost two games in the Youth Cup, but it is caused by his own arrogance.

Everyone recognizes that Guo Jia of Zixiamen is the best disciple of Zixiamen in the past thirty years.

Yun Duoer scoffed at this.

Let's just say Mu Qingyun, after these few games, how many geniuses has she met once in ten years and once in fifty years?

She herself is still rare to see in a hundred years.

Anyway, she didn't reassure Guo Jia, and it only took two moves to remove Guo Jia's limb joints.

She used the Kung Fu joint technique of the Eight Classics that day.

The reason why he had to use two moves, the second move was to protect the other party, so that he would not be injured and let go, so that his sword would be smashed on the surface of his foot.

Of course, after getting out of the ring, Mu Qingyun didn't use other doctors' help, so he helped Guo Jia recover, and comforted him a few words by the way.

Mu Qingyun didn't remember what she said specifically, anyway, she felt that she was kind and meticulous, and she definitely didn't behave arrogantly, but for some reason, the other party seemed to be very sad, and she was so sad that she couldn't say a word.

In the ring, Zixiamen, an eighteen-year-old young man, was about to walk to Mu Qingyun's side, his eyebrows were angry, his cheeks were bulging, and he seemed to be very angry.

The two older men and women behind him stretched out their hands and dragged him stiffly, turned around and arched their hands at Mu Qingyun, and smiled.

Mu Qingyun returned the salute.

Speaking time, the referee signaled to prepare.

Mu Qingyun wrapped the protective gear and said, "This time I go back to the Dark Pavilion, we don't need too many people to go, just order a few masters." ”

Seeing that Yun Duo'er seemed to be a little nervous, obviously remembering that he was stunned by the thief and making the other party disappear under his nose, Mu Qingyun chuckled, "Don't worry, it can be seen that the other party is bold and confident, and just likes challenges, which is a good thing, if she really has such a temperament, then she will definitely show up." ”

Mu Qingyun chuckled, "Xiao Yunduo look at me, it's finally to the point where the carp turns into a dragon and the eight directions surrender, do you still worry about the battle against the last little thief?" ”

"Poof."

Several strange warriors next to him laughed in unison.

As soon as Situ turned his head, several warriors suddenly shut up and sneered.

Don't look at Yue Qingqing's limelight, he was blown into the sky by the scattered martial artists of Yaowu City, but they could still scoff at it very casually and take it seriously.

But Situ Qingshuang was here, but they could only shut up.

To put it bluntly, the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is just one of the countless imperial court martial arts halls, the volume is very small, Zhuo Yanfei, Baiyunmen, are all small sects, no matter how much Zhuo Yanfei holds grudges, no matter how short he is, he will not chase them because of a trivial matter.

Jiangnan's Huijianmen has a deep foundation, Jiangnan has been dominant for hundreds of years, and there are countless masters under the sect, and the power is also wide, and several of them are vassals of Huijianmen.

Mu Qingyun was also slightly embarrassed, coughed and stepped into the ring.

There was a burst of cheers all around.

There are also people who whisper in one place, and there is a little resentment in their hearts, yes, this Yue Qingqing is a dragon who crosses the river, and no one can say that he is not powerful in this game.

But she doesn't have an advantage today, this little girl has been fighting for three days in a row, and she is the first one today, and she also has a hard time in the first few games.

"There must be a dark wound."

Several warriors glanced at each other, and they knew it.

In the past, Yue Qingqing fought against people, and it was all about showing his ability to the fullest, and sometimes a game could drag on for half an hour, and the audience who didn't know how to do it was all fascinated.

In the past three days, her playing style has changed dramatically!