My imagination has come true

The whole yard is filled with the aroma of various wines.

Everyone has been tense for so long, and finally it's over, and naturally they relax completely.

Mu Qingyun wrote for a while, stretched out his legs and dragged the chair over, and said with a smile: "Old Huang, sit down."

She looked around and said with a smile, "These guys have a sense of proportion."

Tang Jingping also sat closer, sorting out the drafts for Mu Qingyun, and then put the pages into categories, with a smile on his lips: "It's just right, I can save a few training partners."

Both Situ Qingshuang and Yun Duoer's martial arts are domineering and strong, that is to say, they are very expensive to practice with.

These guys come to Yaowu City, of course it is impossible to bring their own training partners.

If you really want to bring it, wouldn't it be mocking them at Yaowu City?

Everyone in the world knows that this city is most famous for its daily fighting.

Take a walk in the street, wanting to fight from sunrise to sunset.

Many masters came to Yaowu City just to fight, so what's the point of bringing a sparring partner?
Situ Qingshuang and Yun Duo'er are both distinguished guests. When they come to Yaowu City, Tang Jingping naturally needs to satisfy each other in every way. In terms of accompanying training, he has to send out the most suitable disciples.

The past two days have been fine. A few days ago, the two of them could consume four or five of them a day.

Hey!
Huang Siping's eyes followed the masters flying all over the sky, and his face seemed a little confused and panicked.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, and suddenly raised her hand, just in time, a plate of cut fruits fell into her hand, and she brought it directly to Huang Siping with a smile, "Taste it quickly."

Don't look at everyone who seems to be fighting without any scruples, in fact, everyone knows it in their hearts.

After it was beaten like this, the peel and broken bones flew on the ground, and the serious and important things were not damaged at all.

But if masters like Situ and Yun Duo'er can't even control the target of their shots, they will underestimate the heroes of the world too much.

Huang Siping laughed all of a sudden, the creases on his face stretched out, he sat down hurriedly, restrained his worries, and really happily ate the fruit, and did not forget to refill Mu Qingyun's drinks from time to time.

Tang Jingping calmly blocked the sound of ping-pong-pong: "Old Master Fang of Baiyunmen and Master Zhuomen said when they came to me, they said that the original intention of Yaowu City was very good, but year after year, they were too conservative when they were conservative. , too indulgent when indulgent."

"I think Junior Sister wants to give all young people in Ming Dynasty who want to practice martial arts the opportunity to practice martial arts. This is very good."

Huang Siping's fingers trembled slightly, and he seemed to be a little excited when he touched the teacup. He sighed, "It's not just excellent, Xia Yue is really a saint."

Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Don't, don't put a high hat on me. I just want to drive ducks to the shelves, and my brain suddenly gets hot. If I want to do this well, I still have to work hard."

And how to arrange more and more warriors is also a very necessary knowledge.

But it doesn't matter for now, there will never be enough masters nowadays, and the Zhanbai army needs manpower. Although the surroundings are peaceful, there are many restricted areas in the Ming Dynasty that have not yet been discovered. How many masters are still not enough.

But when there are more masters, the situation will change and the order will easily become chaotic.

There is also the promotion channel for warriors, which is not very clear at present, especially for civilian warriors, it is not only enough to have cheats to support their martial arts, but they are also indispensable.

The warriors of famous families have nothing to say, the family property is rich enough, and they also have their own business, they are happy to practice martial arts, and the family will provide them with supplies whenever they use it.

Although disciples like Mu Qingyun who were born in the Yuncheng Martial Art Museum competed for glory and accepted tasks, even without these, the imperial court paid for them every year.

Ordinary civilian fighters, how do they support themselves before they start practicing martial arts and become masters?

Join the sect?
Going to be a bodyguard, looking after a home?
Kaowu promoted to official career?
There will be all these, but what will happen on the long road before they grow up?Will it fail to grow because of lack of resources, or do things that shouldn't be done for resources.

Moreover, this weapon is full of murderous intentions, and the destruction of order is also obvious when there are too many warriors.

Just look at how much effort the imperial court spent to rectify the martial arts, you can understand this point, and that is the current consensus.

Mu Qingyun casually removed a page from his notebook, drew a Yaowu City library in three or two strokes, and then drew a 'university', drawing a pile of buildings in a row.

The library's "cheat books" are free to read, and those who don't understand can go to the university to listen to open classes.

Just imagine, you can do whatever you want.

Tang Jingping laughed loudly: "If it is really possible, my Yaowu City will become a new generation of martial arts holy land."

The two of you talked lively with each other.

Huang Siping smiled, stood up and took a bunch of small helpers around him to fill up the food, so as not to let everyone have a good time.

Playing until the moon was high, Yun Duo'er was so drunk that his eyes were blurred, and finally he couldn't hold the gun steadily, then Mu Qingyun called Huang Siping, and several staff members, and stuffed everyone back into their respective rooms.

After urging Yun Duo'er to wash up briefly, blow out the candles, and close the door and windows, Mu Qingyun returned to the room.

At this time, the night was dark, but she couldn't fall asleep for a while, so she simply grabbed two pillows and sat down with her hair loose, and took out a stack of bound newspapers to read.

Every day, she leaves ironed and bound newspapers in her room, and recently put the legendary stories she is interested in in the most conspicuous place.

No wonder Tang Jingping always said that they couldn't do without Huang Siping. She felt that the days were so comfortable recently that she wanted to prepare a big housekeeper for her martial arts gym.

Mu Qingyun picked up the newspaper, just in time to continue reading "The Demon Fox" she read last time.

It is a story about ghosts and gods in the Strange Tales of a Liaozhai Studio. It uses ghosts to write about people, and narrates with multiple lines. It is rare to write more without chaos.

Mu Qingyun does not miss every issue, and likes it very much.

With the help of the light, although the illustrations on the newspaper are black and white, they are delicately depicted, and Mu Qingyun can't help being intoxicated by them.

In the book, the demon fox took advantage of the night to sneak out of the little scholar's window. If he couldn't take back the heart that the little scholar borrowed from his daughter, then his child would definitely not be able to survive the calamity.

As a father, Yaohu is willing to see his daughter fall into the fire pit.

The story gets more tense.

It seems that the night in reality has also become tense.

The wind blew in from the half-open window, and the candle shadow flickered. Mu Qingyun's brows did not change, and he smiled suddenly, and said in a warm voice: "Mr. Huang still not resting? I still think there is a demon fox coming to climb the window."

Huang Siping groaned, and said with a smile: "How can I sleep, there are a lot of things going on outside, but you, Yue Nv Xia, hurry up and rest, don't you have to rush to Leizhou Mansion tomorrow?"

"The old man is here to congratulate Yue Nvxia for winning the championship again."

While talking, Huang Siping went to pack his things lightly.

Mu Qingyun chuckled, blew out the candle, and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but it seems that I woke up from the dream twice.

Suddenly, a black figure suddenly appeared in the room.

There was no sound.

The black shadow quietly reached out to touch the candlestick placed on Zhuo's head, and with a bang, the whole table burst into flames in an instant.