Letting go

Yuncheng

November 1st

partly cloudy.

Su Hang took Mu Qingyun up the stone steps from the back door of the Yuncheng Central Gymnasium. After thinking about the door owner's instructions, he reached out and took off her cloak and changed it into a small navy blue cloak.

The Youth Martial Arts Competition was held for the fourth time this year.

It was organized by Changchun Jiangao Changhe, the silver medalist in the competition twenty years ago.

Three years ago, he retired from the martial arts gym in the capital and returned to his hometown. Seeing that there were very few young martial artists in his hometown, he began to think about cultivating the next generation.

The Yuncheng Martial Arts Gym had originally recruited him, but Gao Changhe had been competing in the arena for many years and had been injured earlier and was not in good physical condition. Moreover, after retiring, he also wanted to spend more time with his parents, wife and children, so he declined the invitation from Master Zhuo.

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But he still took matters into his own hands and founded the Youth Martial Arts Competition.

It is held twice a year, once in spring and once in autumn, to inspire young warriors to strive for the first place.

In previous years, more people from Yuncheng participated in the martial arts competitions, and most of the contestants from other places were from nearby areas.

This year is an exception.

Mu Qingyun opened the door, glanced around, and saw that the seats were full of acquaintances.

Su Hang nodded: "I learned it!"

Yun Duo'er, Zhao Xiang, and Si Le couldn't stop laughing. Not to mention, although they didn't win, Si Yan was really a master of the game. Under his overall control, everyone experienced the joy of the game.

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

Players draw cards before playing, and famous warriors are drawn on the cards.

Mu Qingyun had never done this in modern times. He only learned it after arriving at Yuncheng Martial Arts School.

Except for Situ Qingshuang who was sleeping, everyone else gathered around, happily playing cards. Judging from the notes on everyone's faces, Yun Duo'er should have the upper hand.

Xue Peng: "..."

Everyone can attack enemy bases, seize resources, form alliances, and collaborate vertically and horizontally. The gameplay is rich and diverse. There is also an adventure system where you can randomly pick up talents and treasures, and you can also encounter historical events.

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

Su Hang immediately looked up at him and raised his eyebrows: "Can you please give me some advice?"

Si Le had the most notes posted on his face, and he looked a bit unwilling.

Mu Qingyun smiled and sat over.

"Sister Qingqing, oh, Mr. Su is here too, come and play."

Si Yan blinked and smiled: "Mr. Su, actually... there should be skills in releasing water. You can't turn water release into flood discharge. In that case, everyone will have no sense of the game experience at all, and it will be very boring for Miss Zhang to play."

"Easy to say, it's up to me."

After playing for nearly two hours, Xue Peng, the judge of the martial arts competition, finally showed up. He pushed the door in, took one look and smiled: "I said I was too busy, so I might not entertain you well, but now it seems that everyone is very capable."

Enjoy yourself!"

Situ Qingshuang was lying on the sofa beside him, Si Le, brother Si Yan, and Yun Duo'er. The other one was Zhao Xiang from Yanzimen, who was also an acquaintance.

"call."

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

"And he's also obsessed with it. He's not much worse than my little nephew who gets itchy all day long if he doesn't go to the chess and card room."

Su Hang is stubborn in practicing martial arts, and he is also quite persistent in his life. He promised to take care of Mu Qingyun, that is, all-round and meticulous.

As soon as the news came out, applicants sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Just like nesting dolls, one is nested inside another, but in the end, the wind cannot be stopped, and they are all trapped.

At the end of a chess game, Mu Qingyun always had the advantage for a few minutes, and was in danger for a few minutes. After a while, all the players were in a stalemate with each other, and the winning rate seemed to be the same.

Because the first round of the Samsara Tournament was held in Yuncheng, where warriors from all over the world gather, contestants usually bring a few new generations with them so that the children can see the world.

"It turns out these masters also play cards."

It’s just that people nowadays have no idea about hype, so the effect is naturally very good.

Mu Qingyun was very happy about this. Firstly, she was invited to come over and she had to pay a lot of money. Secondly, she could appreciate other people's unique skills up close, so why not?

After walking up the stone steps and following the welcoming staff to the lounge, Mu Qingyun visited Yuncheng Gym along the way.

Even if a game is played smoothly, it can last more than half an hour. It is one of the most popular games among warriors.

There is also the word "sword" written by the sword god Xiao Lingfeng.

Si Yan waved his hand casually: "I heard that Master Xue Dazhuang has acquired some particularly outstanding young people?"

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing.

Come here, if there is a youth competition held in this Yuncheng territory, there will always be people who can't stand it and want to participate.

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

Mu Qingyun heard all kinds of news and couldn't help but doubt that the news that so-and-so was participating in the competition was deliberately spread to create hype, but it might not be true.

Inside and outside the lounge, everyone was laughing and joking, looking relaxed.

In the end, Mu Qingyun won by chance despite numerous difficulties and obstacles.

At first, there was news that several disciples from the Huijian Sect and several disciples from the Yanzi Sect might participate.

After playing chess for less than half an hour, Yun Duoer's eyes were as round as eggs. She stared at the cards in her hand with a bulging face, her face full of confusion.

After walking around for a while, I went to the lounge. Before I even entered the door, I heard a very familiar voice inside.

Xue Peng sighed, pretended to point far away, pointed at Mu Qingyun and said: "Excellent? The best young warrior in our Yuncheng already belongs to Master Zhuo, who can be called outstanding?"

It was Yun Duo'er who spoke, "I have three glasses of wine here. Sword God Xiao Lingfeng arrived and saw the wine. How could he still fight with Yang Qiang Shen? The two of them naturally had to go drink first. Of course, I, the red-blooded one,

eat."

Adding Mu Qingyun, she almost thought she was in the lounge of the Anbang Dingguo Tournament.

Card fighting is quite interesting. The gameplay is similar to that of flying chess, but the map and specifications are more complex.

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

Hey, Zhuo Yanfei told Su Hang to escort his junior sister. Mu Qingyun heard it with his own ears outside the door. The master of the door told senior brother Su that anyone who dared to attack his junior sister should get down first. He must not do it.

polite.

But she was very lucky, and Su Hang was very dedicated and dedicated in assisting her.

Su Hang immediately moved his body to the right, covering Mu Qingyun and said: "You can only watch, but you are not allowed to touch."

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

"Why is it unreasonable?"

The Huijian Clan has participated, and there are people from the Tang family. Should they participate? If the Tang family participates, what about the Yang family? What about the Yanzi Clan?

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Everyone laughed again.

Si Yan hung up on his junior brother and sighed: "You can't blame us, Master Zhuo. No matter who it is, he won't let others take a second look at such a precious disciple."

The fact that Mu Qingyun was better than Mu Luosheng, regardless of how many external factors and moisture there were, caused the entire Ming Dynasty to boil.
Chapter completed!