My imagination has come true

Chapter 197
Another burst of spring rain.

Mu Qingyun has been busy for the past few days, so it was rare for him to get a good night's sleep. He got up and yawned. Looking out from the window, he saw a lot of wild flowers blooming, butterflies flying, and a few bees.

Situ Qingshuang and Yun Duo'er sat on the stone steps to meditate, one on the left and one on the right, their temples were slightly wet, obviously they had been sitting for a long time.

Mu Qingyun got up and washed first, washed his face and brushed his teeth without disturbing the two, and went to the ring to clean up the competition by himself.

Today is just a match, as for the opponent, even Yun Duoer is not interested in collecting detailed information.

It stands to reason that up to now, those who can still enter the ring are powerful characters, but today this is an exception.

The child is Fang Su, 15 years old, very lucky to play two games and come to today.

How lucky is he? Only four times bye bye, and there are still a few left, anyway, all kinds of outrageous things happened to him.

When Mu Qingyun heard Yun Duo'er chanting the word "lucky", he remembered the Anbang Ding National Competition back then.

It's just that someone can have such luck.

Speaking of which, who was he chatting with at the beginning, and sorting out the information of various competitions, it seems that many domestic competitions have such lucky players.

Back then, Situ Qingshuang's experience in Anbang's national competition should be seen by the people behind, and he should be regarded as a godsend.

Mu Qingyun went all the way to the arena, went on stage, saluted, started the fight, and ended. The total time was 7 minutes.

All kinds of etiquette took a quarter of an hour.

The child Fang Su didn't cry.

Mu Qingyun was quite satisfied with this.

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

If she can reach the end, she will win the championship title.

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

Another one from Leizhou Mansion is six points.Mu Qingyun calculated that he could be promoted to more than 30 people.

Mu Qingyun calculated casually, and went all the way back to his yard. Before entering the gate, he heard a hoarse voice not far away.

"Why can't you go in?"

Mu Qingyun didn't hear very clearly, the speaker had a slight local accent, and after walking a few steps, she saw a lot of people gathered around the gate of her yard.

More than a dozen staff members of the gymnasium blocked the door, and opposite stood an old woman in her 50s and two men in her 40s, and it was the old woman who was talking.

"Why did I become an outsider? My son worshiped that female warrior named Yue Qingqing as his teacher. She is my son's master. I am not an outsider. I came to find my son."

"Shu Xiu, is his name Shu Xiu? I gave you a full 18 taels of silver."

The old woman had a bit of forbearance on her face, but she couldn't hold it back after all, and there was a bit of crying in her voice.

"You can't bully people like this."

"Old woman, I came all the way from the countryside and walked more than 30 miles on the mountain road, and finally found this place."

"It's good for you. If you say you won't let me in, you won't let me in. If you say let me go, I'll go. How can there be such a reason!"

The staff at the gate chatted with ducks for a while, then sighed helplessly: "Old lady, you made a mistake, who is your son's master?"

"You are deaf, Yue Qingqing."

The old woman looked angry, and stretched out her hand to take out a crumpled newspaper and displayed it, "Look, no, Yue Qingqing looks like this, you can't go wrong!"

The staff member took the newspaper and looked at it, and immediately frowned with a serious look on his face. Seeing Mu Qingyun from a distance, he quickly took the newspaper and thought about it, but the old woman stopped him and took the newspaper back.

"Humph."

The old woman exhaled bitterly from her nose.

The staff had no choice but to make a gesture, and the person next to him greeted Mu Qingyun and said in a low voice, "Nvxia Yue, this is wrong. The photo in the newspaper has been corrected."

Mu Qingyun nodded, walked over with ease, walked through the crowd, and pushed open the courtyard door, only to see Yun Duo'er and Situ lying on the top of the wall looking out, waved them both down, and then turned to look outside the door asked with a smile, "You three, do you know Yue Qingqing?"

"Of course I do, my lord, haven't you read the newspapers, you're amazing."

Immediately, the old woman looked unhappy again, "It's just too young. The front took my family's Shuxiu and told my son to come and look for it, but he didn't even leave an address. Fortunately, our family has relatives in Yaowu City. That’s how I found out where it is.”

"That Yue Qingqing, although her martial arts are good, she is dumbfounded."

"Hey, I don't know if I can teach my son well. It's really worrying. Everyone says Master, Master is both a teacher and a father. You can't just misunderstand. I'm here this time to see how well my son has learned. How about it."

The man spoke in a nonsensical manner, and Mu Qingyun was not angry, so he opened the door first and let the man into the courtyard.

Although she lives in a remote place, the whole gymnasium is still unavoidably attracting people's attention.

The old woman and her two brothers rushed through the gate aggressively.

Just looking at their faces, Mu Qingyun knew that these three were actually a little bit harsh.

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

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

"The newspaper, I have it."

The old woman frowned, pinched the newspaper, looked around, and carefully looked at Mu Qingyun and others.

"I don't think you are bad people either. Take a look at this."

The old woman took out the note that was next to her body and unfolded it, "This is the receipt written by Xia Yuexia herself."

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

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

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

Situ Qingshuang smiled and said: "Weak and weak, no martial arts."

Then Mu Qingyun pointed to the newspaper he displayed again: "Madam, take a closer look, this is the newspaper from our Yaowu City five days ago."

The content of this newspaper is exactly the same as the newspaper that the old woman took out, the only difference is the photos on the newspaper.

In Mu Qingyun's newspaper, there is only a side view of her photo in the distant view, but it can still be seen that she is in a heroic posture.

But in the newspaper of the old woman, the facial features of the woman in the photo are mediocre, which can only be said to be a bit ugly, especially the eyes, which look very evil.

"What, what do you mean?"

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

Several staff members suddenly grimaced.

In fact, it was clear at a glance. When the old woman was talking ramblingly just now, they felt that the old man had encountered a liar.

(End of this chapter)