My imagination has come true

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there are snowflakes everywhere.

Mu Chengfei cried while supporting the stone lion in front of the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.

"Injustice, I'm going to die of injustice!"

In Yuncheng martial arts school, he was pointed at the nose and scolded bloody.

It is a disgrace to the martial arts world to say that he, as a supervisor, does not know the truth and believes nonsense!
He admitted that he was just in a hurry, so he deliberately talked nonsense and made excuses at will, but he really didn't have any bad intentions, he just wanted to get Xing Zheng out first.

"Humph."

Mu Chengfei glanced at Xing Zheng, whose face was not so bad, "It's all for you."

Really if he is talking nonsense, nothing will happen?
He babbled a few words, speaking as if it was very easy. After returning home, he had to write a lot of materials, especially since he had already come to the step of looking for Yue Nv Xia himself. Afterwards, it was found that Yue Nv Xia was innocent. Add three or four times.

Did he really think he wanted to offend the Yuncheng Martial Arts School?Offend Zhuo Yanfei?

"It's not all because of your random writing. It's so dangerous, as if you're going to die if I'm one step too late. No, what do you mean? It's clear that I only have time to collect your body, and if I'm too late, the body will be gone."

Detective Li quickly completed the formalities and handed over the shackled Xingzheng to Mu Chengfei.

Mu Chengfei also refused to untie it for him, and lowered his voice and whispered angrily: "You better hope that no other case finds you. If there is any evidence, I have no choice but to invite you to the prison for a ten-day tour."

Anyway, Xingzheng's little bit of stealth, when it comes out, will only be locked up for ten and a half months, no matter how much ability he has, he doesn't have it.

Even so, Mu Chengfei and Xing Zheng don't want to have a good time during the Chinese New Year this year.

The two of them, by the way, implicated all the yamen servants and police officers in the yamen. In addition to pursuing the murderer of the Three Islands, they also had to work overtime to investigate the suspects on them.

Even Mu Chengfei was covered in stench.

Although he confessed his feelings, implying that he was really only for Wang Mingzhu's case and for the safety of his friends, he absolutely did not get involved in the conspiracy of the Three Islands.

But it was such a coincidence that when he came to make trouble, he happened to bump into Qi's family and explode.

"..."

Mu Chengfei felt sorry for such a coincidence if he was not stared at by all kinds of suspicious eyes for a few days.

On the day of the 29th of the year, when the heavy snow fell in Yuncheng for the first time, there was a gust of warm wind, and the temperature rose a few degrees.

Mu Qingyun pushed open the window to see a few boys clearing the snow from the plum trees in the yard, and suddenly remembered, it seemed that the Spring Festival couplets, blessings, etc., were not posted in his own martial arts gym.

"Should I have purchased new year's goods in the kitchen?"

A few days ago, there were complicated things in the martial arts hall, which delayed practicing. Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi pressured everyone to make up their homework. They practiced before dawn every day until dusk.

I am so tired every day that even the tonic soup tastes bitter in my mouth. How can I remember the Chinese New Year?

Mu Qingyun sneezed a little, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Chen Yifei entangled with a large ball of red silk on the eaves of Wushengtang. She was wrapped in red silk, and two senior sisters were dragging her out.

A group of people downstairs stood on their feet and watched, laughing loudly.

Seeing that Chen Yi was so angry that she was ready to unleash her sword energy, Mu Qingyun was really afraid that the two martial saints offered by the Five Sacred Hall would be disfigured by the tiles falling from the roof, so she hurriedly flew out of the window, stepped on Going up to the eaves, gently grasping the corner of the red silk, leaping out.

The red silk is flying, and the golden tassels are falling.

A senior sister who was standing in the yard and watched quickly snatched the camera of the photographer who had just been called to the door, and started to take pictures frantically.

The photographer was so anxious that he was sweating, and his heart ached to death, but when he looked up, he saw Mu Qingyun's 'Flying Dance'.

Against the backdrop of gold and red, the woman's indifferent and compassionate expression seemed to possess divinity.

The photographer felt that his little film was not a waste.

After hastily cleaning the house with the servant girl and decorating it, and asking the photographer to come and take a group photo, Chen Yi was relieved, and quickly dispatched people to contact various delivery companies.

In the new year of the Ming Dynasty, at the end of the new year, most of the shops on the street will be closed.

Fortunately, the deterrent force of the Yuncheng Martial Arts School was strong enough. As soon as the letter was delivered, several meat shops hurriedly called the masters back to work overtime, killed a pig and two sheep, divided them up and packed them neatly, and delivered them in a hurry.

Before sending them over, Chen Yi had made preparations for them to kill the pigs themselves.

There are several families nearby raising pigs, but it is difficult to hire a pig butcher. Chen Yi discussed with the senior sisters at home, or buy a few live pigs and kill them.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

"We have two senior sisters who have experience in killing people. It shouldn't be a problem to kill pigs?"

The senior sister didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and flicked over: "I thank you."

Mu Qingyun considered the composition of the current personnel left in the martial arts gym. Well, there are more senior sisters, most of whom are wealthy.

The few who had experience of living in the countryside were also five or six years old and learned martial arts with their masters. Let alone killing pigs, they had never seen what a pig looked like.

The pigs in their minds are the ones placed on the plate, and there are pig heads for their ancestors.

As for the rest of those who came from poor backgrounds, their families couldn't even afford to raise pigs, and they had no chance of killing them.

With a smile on his face, Mu Qingyun grabbed a large handful of copper coins strung together with a red string, and stuffed them in the delivery man.

Amitabha, good luck!

After working all day, after a simple meal in the evening, everyone went to the big bathroom to take a shower.

The large bathroom that Mu Qingyun personally arranged and designed is now the most popular place in the entire Yuncheng Martial Art Museum.

Many disciples said to the outside world that the Xiangtang Pavilion is the highest building of their martial arts gym.

A martial arts gym without a fragrant soup hall will definitely lose its soul.

Mu Qingyun took a medicinal bath for a while, and the medicine packs were all prescriptions prescribed by Master Liu. It is said that a senior brother of his old man went deep into the Yao people, brought this medicine from the Yao people, and then improved it according to the local herbs, and finally became the ultimate medicine. Alright, a medicated bath recipe that can be handed down from generation to generation.

The elder brother of Master Doctor Liu spread the family's prescription to the Prince's family.

Now Zhanbaijun is using their recipe.

Mu Qingyun doesn't know if it's bragging, but after using it, the effects of relaxing muscles, strengthening the body, and beautifying the skin are still obvious.

After soaking in the bath, Chen Yi and I helped brush our backs, put on cotton yarn and very comfortable home clothes, and went to the lounge to warm up by the fire, and discuss the menu of the banquet by the way.

After a while, Kuo Lang's lounge was full of people. The disciples of the Quan Wu Guan found a place to sit down in twos and threes, drinking tea and chatting.

As soon as Mu Qingyun raised his head, he saw his hair accidentally fell to the side of the stove, so the senior sister naturally stretched out her hand to close it, and by the light of the stove, the senior sister's fingers were slender.

"Sister."

Mu Qingyun said softly, "Let's participate in the big competition together."

Chen Yi: "??"

Wow, because my junior sister loves me so much, she actually thinks that I can participate in the big competition. How can I make my lovely junior sister sober?