Making trouble

Author: Nongxue Tianzi

Making trouble

There was another burst of spring rain.

Mu Qingyun has been busy these days, and it is rare for him to get a full night's sleep. He got up and yawned. He looked out the window and saw that many wild flowers were blooming again, butterflies were flying, and there were a few small bees.

Situ Qingshuang and Yun Duoer were sitting on the stone steps, one on the left and the other on the right, meditating. There was a little moisture on their temples, and they had obviously been sitting for a long time.

Mu Qingyun got up and washed up first. He washed his face and brushed his teeth without disturbing the two of them, and went to the ring to clear the match.

There is just one game today. As for the opponent, even Yun Duoer is not interested in collecting detailed information.

Logically speaking, those who can still enter the ring are all powerful characters, but today this one is an exception.

The kid's name was Fang Su, he was fifteen years old, and he was very lucky to have only played two games and got to where he is today.

How lucky you are, you only got four byes, and there are still a few left, anyway, all kinds of outrageous things happened to you.

When Mu Qingyun heard Yun Duoer uttering the word "lucky", he remembered the Anbang national championship.

Only some people can have such luck.

Speaking of which, I was chatting with someone at the beginning and sorting out information about various competitions. It seemed that many domestic competitions had such lucky players.

During the Anbang National Championships, Situ Qingshuang's experience was to be seen by people behind him, and he was treated as if he had divine help.

Mu Qingyun went all the way to the ring, stepped onto the stage, saluted, started the fight, and ended it. The total time it took was seventeen minutes.

The various etiquettes took a total of a quarter of an hour.

The child Fang Su actually didn't cry.

Mu Qingyun was quite satisfied with this.

There are two games tomorrow, two games the day after tomorrow, and the last game the day after tomorrow.

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

For this championship title, Yuncheng Martial Arts Gym can add three points.

If Leizhou Mansion gets another one, it will be six points. Mu Qingyun has calculated that he can probably be promoted to more than thirty places.

Mu Qingyun made a casual calculation and returned to his courtyard. Before he entered the courtyard, he heard a hoarse voice coming from not far away.

"Why can't you come in?"

Mu Qingyun didn't hear it very clearly. The person who spoke had a slight local accent. After walking a few steps, she saw many people gathered around the door of her courtyard.

More than a dozen gym staff blocked the door. Opposite were an old woman in her fifties and two men in their forties. It was the old woman who spoke.

"Why am I an outsider? My son became a disciple of that female warrior named Yue Qingqing. She is my son's master. I am not an outsider. I came here to see my son."

"Shu Xiu, your name is Shu Xiu, right? I gave him a full eighteen taels of silver."

The old woman's face showed a bit of forbearance, but she couldn't hold it back in the end, and there was a hint of crying in her voice.

"You can't bully people like this."

"Old lady, I came all the way from the countryside and walked more than 30 miles of mountain roads, and it was not easy to find here."

"It's better for you. If you say you won't let me in, you won't let me in. If you tell me you want me to leave, I will leave. How can there be such a reason!"

The gatekeeper chatted with him for a long time, then sighed helplessly: "Old lady, are you mistaken? Who is your master?"

"You are deaf, Yue Qingqing."

The old woman looked angry, stretched out her hand and took out a crumpled newspaper and displayed it, "Look, Yue Qingqing looks like this, you can't go wrong!"

The staff member took the newspaper and looked at it. He immediately frowned and looked solemn. When he saw Mu Qingyun from a distance, he quickly took the newspaper and wanted to go over, but the old woman stopped him and took the newspaper back.

"snort."

The old woman blew out breath from her nose bitterly.

The staff had no choice but to make a gesture, and the person next to him faced Mu Qingyun and whispered: "Yue Nuxia, this is not right. The photo in the newspaper has been changed."

Mu Qingyun nodded, walked over easily, passed through the crowd, and pushed open the courtyard door. He saw Yun Duoer and Situ lying on the wall looking out. He waved his hands for them both to come down, and then turned to look outside the door. The person smiled and asked: "You three, do you know Yue Qingqing?"

"Of course I do. Master, haven't you read the newspaper? You are so powerful."

Immediately, the old woman looked unhappy again, "It's just that she is too young. I took my Shu Xiu in front of me and asked my son to come find me, but she didn't even leave an address. Fortunately, our family has relatives in Yaowu City. Only then did I find out the location."

"That Yue Qingqing, although his martial arts is good, he looks stupid."

"Hey, I don't know if I can teach my son well. It's really worrying. They say master. Master is both a teacher and a father. You can't just recognize him casually. I'm here this time just to see what my son has learned. How about it."

This man spoke confusingly, but Mu Qingyun was not angry. He opened the door first and let the man into the yard.

Although she lives in a remote place, there are people coming and going throughout the gymnasium, which still attracts attention.

The old woman took her two brothers and stormed through the door aggressively.

Only when Mu Qingyun looked at their faces, he knew that these three people were actually a little bit fierce.

Mu Qingyun sighed inwardly, stretched out his hand to invite the old woman and her two brothers to sit down, poured tea for them personally, and then said slowly: "Old lady, don't be anxious, let's talk slowly."

Yun Duoer cleverly went to get a stack of newspapers. Mu Qingyun glanced at it, flipped through it, took out one and put it on the table, and said softly: "Old madam, take a look at this."

"Newspapers, I have them."

The old woman frowned, held the newspaper, looked around, and took a closer look at Mu Qingyun and others.

"I don't think you are bad people. Look at this."

The old woman took out the note she kept close to her body and unfolded it, "This is the receipt written by the lady-in-law herself."

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

Mu Qingyun and Situ Qingshuang looked at each other and said softly: "There are quite a few left-handers?"

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

Situ Qingshuang smiled and said: "Weak and weak, we don't know martial arts."

Mu Qingyun then pointed to the newspaper he displayed: "Old madam, take a closer look. This is the newspaper from our Yaowu City five days ago."

The contents of this newspaper were exactly the same as the newspaper the old woman took out. The only difference was the photos in the newspaper.

In Mu Qingyun's newspaper, the photo of her only showed her profile in a distant view, but she could still see her heroic figure.

But in the old woman's newspaper, the woman in the photo has average facial features, which can only be said to be a bit ugly, especially her eyes, which look very evil.

"What, what do you mean?"

The old woman glanced over and was immediately frightened. She took a step back suddenly and her hands began to tremble. "What the hell are you doing! Liar!"

Several staff members immediately grimaced.

In fact, at a glance, when the old lady spoke in words just now, they felt that the old man had encountered a liar. This is not big, but if it is really troublesome, the trouble is not small.
Chapter completed!