May is approaching and the weather is getting warmer.

The outdoor martial arts arena that had been idle for a long time in the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall finally resumed its liveliness.

Early in the morning, Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi took a broom and slowly cleaned up the martial arts arena.

Mu Qingyun was sweeping the ground, and the sword wind above her head suddenly came, she raised her hand and swept it over, and the pressure on her hand was suddenly heavy.

Her good sister has become a cat again.

Recently, the two have been very busy, one after another competitions, and tasks pop up from time to time, there is no leisure at all, and the favorite training on weekdays has been neglected.

It stands to reason that kittens are very arrogant and unreasonable, but if you don't play with it for a long time, it will also scratch people.

Mu Qingyun couldn't laugh, and hurriedly used the broom as a sword and walked Chen Yi.

Of course, in Chen Yi's opinion, he accompanied his sister to practice martial arts, became familiar with swordsmanship, and relaxed by the way.

However, after fighting for about twenty minutes, Chen Yi hurriedly shouted to stop, pulled Mu Qingyun to sit down and watched the other little disciples clean up the martial arts arena.

Mu Qingyun's move is quite measured, it can be described as a gentle drizzle, but when she didn't pay back then, she didn't fall behind when she beat Chen Yi, but now, it's almost almost playing.

"Yesterday, the master of the door sent a letter, and painted a cake for us, saying that he would make money when he went back, and put new clothes on our martial arts hall, and the surrounding land was bought, and all the gardens were built, and the beautiful scenery of the world was included in it."

"Cut, the door master thinks that our little martial arts hall can be compared with the Afang Palace of the First Emperor of the People's Family?"

"Also, the master of the door said that he also heard people talk about Qingqing you over there in the forbidden area, and said that there is no need to wait for later, now, when others call him, they will call him the master of the Yue Nuxia."

Mu Qingyun sat on a chair outside the venue by Chen Yi, and turned out the letter paper and notebook to write to the wave of people in Yaowu City.

"Gong Xu, seeing the letter is like meeting."

"At the end of March, Yu Hongguang won the championship again, and the contestants were all young for many years, so it was inevitable that the youth would be slightly suspected of bullying......

Chen Yi turned her face to look at her, and when she saw that she was not shy about it, she became more and more naughty: "What is bullying, my family Qingqing is also a young and beautiful girl, younger than them, what kind of deception!"

Mu Qingyun was mixed by her and wasted two pieces of paper, so she simply brought the box from Yaowu City and asked people to move it.

Inside the chest is a model of the main body of the library.

"Senior sister, look, this is the Yaowu Library."

Mu Qingyun has participated in the design of the entire library, and it is currently under emergency construction.

Tang Jingping has always been a proper person, so he asked the craftsmen around him to help him in advance, and made a library model in equal proportions, and sent it to Mu Qingyun in its entirety.

The texture of the model is particularly good, the doors and windows can be opened, all the tables and chairs, bookshelves, etc. inside are movable, if you play, this set can be played for several days and will not get tired.

Mu Qingyun liked it very much, and it happened that a carpenter came to work recently, so she drew the drawings and asked a few masters to help polish all kinds of bulk parts and put them together by herself.

I have to say that nowadays, the carpenters are fast and workable, and the polished parts have no burrs, and the starting point is smooth and tight.

At this time, she brought it to Chen Yi, and her mind was immediately attracted, and Mu Qingyun was finally able to feel at ease and write a letter in a down-to-earth manner.

Nowadays, remote work is really troublesome, and it hurts to write a letter.

Writing countless letters in a row, the only benefit was that Mu Qingyun felt that he might develop the habit of speaking out something in the future.

Hey, Xu Lao, Tang Jingping, although they are also very accepting of today's vernacular Chinese, they still use a more solemn written style every letter.

Socialize with people and follow the customs, Mu Qingyun also feels that writing letters is in line with other people's habits, and it is a respect for his predecessors.

At present, the progress of the library is going very well, Mu Qingyun is a little anxious in her heart, but on the surface, she has not shown any of it, and she is very calm, and the first draft of her first book manuscript has been written.

"Hey, I'll see who wrote this letter, it's a murderous one

The letter is going to be punctured."

Chen Yi folded up the letter next to the model at a glance, glanced at it, and immediately laughed, "Hahaha, it's that Tang Jingping, I remember that our master said that people have cultivated a dead wood in three hundred years, and it is meaningless, where is it boring, look at this word, how interesting it is, hahahaha."

She glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help but smile back and forth.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile.

She proofread her notebook a while ago, wrote a letter to Tang Jingping, and told her to revise and correct it again, and mail it over in two days.

Soon after the letter was written, Tang's seniors quickly whipped up and sent her a letter by train overnight.

It was this letter that was so anxious that he was so anxious that he was coaxed and persuaded to send his manuscript out at will.

The messenger was sent by forty-two disciples under him, all of whom were leaders above the subtle realm and delusional disciples.

When Mu Qingyun saw this battle, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at that time.

She was going to print this book for people to read.

Although there are also regulations and requirements, the law cannot be passed on lightly, and I am afraid that it will not be entrusted to anyone, but in general, I still hope that thousands of young people in the Ming Kingdom who want to learn martial arts can read it and learn it well.

Just such a book, worthy of such attention, so laborious?

Seeing the forty or so masters coming in the dust, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but sigh, and Senior Tang was also pitiful.

As soon as she left, the matter was left to Xu Lao and Tang seniors, and the matter of the library seemed to be very simple, but it was really complicated.

It's just that this matter is important, at least in the hearts of the older generation, it is a matter of thousands of years of martial arts, and it has to be personally controlled by a few of their respected old men in order to feel at ease.

Old Xu is old, and his temperament is like a child, if he really lets him work, Tang Jingping has to ask three or five serious brothers who can control him to take care of him, and he has nothing to do.

So this Xu Lao is a big ornament, he doesn't dare to let him do it, he doesn't dare to do it, he has fewer people and more things, and there are not enough talents at all.

It is estimated that in Tang Jingping's heart, she Mu Qingyun can say the words of mailing books, which is similar to being blind and messing around, she must be too annoying.

The construction of the library is changing with each passing day.

In the follow-up letters sent by Tang Jingping and others, there was a schedule attached, just looking at this progress, naturally it could not be compared with the infrastructure of later generations, but at present, in a month, the foundation of the library was laid and the first two-story small building was built.

Part of the Tang family and the Xu family's collection of books has also been moved into the building.

"It's too curly."

Mu Qingyun read the letter, and hurriedly ate the sweet boiled shrimp to suppress the shock.

There is a heavenly reward system, Mu Qingyun is blessed with the word "volume", and the hardships of others are enjoyable for her, even so, she still deeply admires Tang Jingping's volume.