My imagination has come true

The yamen servants escorted the liar into the car, and the liar burst into tears, holding on to the car door and shouting: "Yue Nv Xia, Yue Nv Xia, listen to me, let me go, let me tell you the real truth. secret."

Mu Qingyun gently raised his hand to cover his forehead: "Hey."

Just now there was a hint of a confrontation between two strong players, but in the blink of an eye—"The artistic conception is gone."

Mu Qingyun frowned: "Why did she come to the auction? What does she want so many warriors to do for her?"

It's not just about making money.

There are quite a few liars who deliberately make things too big, but this one is not like this one.

It's really not worthwhile to auction cheat books just for a small amount of money.

"Longevity, bring the dead back to life."

On the carriage, the liar struggled desperately, refusing to be gagged, and shouted hissingly, "I don't want to go to the yamen, I can't go in, Yue Nv Xia, save me, I tell you, it's true, I know the method of longevity, I know how to bring the dead back to life!"

Mu Qingyun: "...Then you are immortal?"

The liar was taken aback.

Mu Qingyun sighed: "You are immortal first, live a hundred and eighty years, and then come to me and talk about this."

The hearts of the martial artists around were beating wildly. As soon as Mu Qingyun's words fell, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, and he calmed down.

These people are not emperors and generals, and their lives are just like this. Isn't it enough to suffer for decades?What is immortality and not immortality, after living so long, are you tired?

However, if this is what the liar said, it seems logical why Huang Siping insisted on helping her.

Mu Qingyun sighed softly.

What can make a smart and capable man crazy is only the strongest desire deep in his heart.

What Huang Siping wants most is definitely his relatives.

Indeed, as soon as the news of the scammer's arrest came back, Huang Siping burst into tears until his tears dried up.

The Yamen will naturally take over the rest, so Mu Qingyun packed his bags, bid farewell to Yun Duoer and Situ Qingshuang, and went home by car.

In March, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

The train was speeding all the way, and Mu Qingyun was really homesick.

After more than half a month of "fighting", he won two gold medals, which is considered to have completed the task properly. The ranking of his own martial arts school has climbed to 380th place, a full rise of more than 100 places.

Obviously not only my own side is going well, but other brothers are also making good progress.

Yesterday, Mu Qingyun also received news from Chen Yi, saying that he cleared the missions of three prefectures in one go, and took more than 1000 taels of bonuses alone.

They must be very happy to teach Wang Xi.

Not only was she happy, as soon as Mu Qingyun returned to Yuncheng, she saw Wang Jiaoxi and the martial arts brothers turned her dormitory in the martial arts hall into a large sea of ​​flowers composed of colorful gifts.

She hurried to take a bath, sat comfortably next to the oven, and roasted peanuts while roasting her hair.

Chen Yi hurriedly helped her apply a light osmanthus oil on her head. As soon as Mu Qingyun moved, she held her down and coaxed her softly: "This ointment is not very greasy. It is a formula specially bought by my uncle. It is very good." I’m really not used to it, so I’ll wash it later.”

People who practice martial arts are full of energy and blood, and the external performance is that almost everyone has a very beautiful body.

Anyway, most of those who practice serious martial arts are like this.

The word "beautiful" doesn't just refer to appearance, body shape, skin, everything is in line with nature, which is called beautiful.

But speaking of it, it seems that the masters are all good-looking, at least handsome.

After all, it is impossible for masters to recruit disciples. It is impossible to have all kinds of crooked melons and dates. At first glance, they always look at the appearance first.

Good looks are always more likable.

Qingqing is very beautiful, and what Chen Yi likes most is her hair, which is countless times smoother than a hundred taels of gold satin.

"By the way, the Zhang family has been very lively recently."

Chen Yi's expression was indescribable.

Mu Qingyun nodded.

She knows it.

There has been a trouble before, and it seems that this time it is much more serious.

Not long after the new year, Zhang Rongrong and Sun Yuzhi decided to formally get engaged. This was not like a child's play, nor was it the sweet talk he used to say when he and Zhang Xiuxiu were in love. Both parties informed their relatives and friends at home.

As a result, at the serious engagement banquet, Zhang Xiuxiu suddenly fainted, and Sun Yuzhi turned pale with fright, and carried her away regardless.

There are rumors behind it.

Zhang Xiuxiu is pregnant.

Zhang Rongrong was left at the scene. I heard that there were several guests at that time, and Sun Yuzhi's parents were so angry that they almost fainted.

No one can figure out what is going on with this matter now, all they know is that Sun Yuzhi and Zhang Rongrong's engagement can only be passed in black and white, and can no longer be counted.

Mu Qingyun was also a little surprised when he heard the news, but suddenly he felt lingering fear.

I think she just read a lot of similar romance novels at the beginning, but she couldn't get enough of them, so she conceived them herself.

The story she imagined was really a tragedy in troubled times. Facing the collapse of the sky and the earth, the love in the world is so small and so warm.

As a result, it was distorted into such an unreadable appearance.

Mu Qingyun felt that his psychological shadow would become heavier and heavier, and he would not dare to write stories casually in the future.

The next day, when Mu Qingyun returned home, Yue Ling and Guo Ying were rehearsing for a play. Besides the two of them, there were more than a dozen actors, men, women and children.

The weather in spring was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, and a group of people sat in the gazebo by the pond in the backyard. After rehearsing the play, drinking tea and eating snacks, gossiping, it was quite lively.

Yu's mother seems to be more than ten years younger. She is busy with work, and she doesn't feel tired at all. Even the wrinkles on her face are fine and few.

When Mu Qingyun returns home, don't say it's the same as before, Yue Ling, Yu's mother and others will chase after her, cut out new clothes, and don't even bother to talk to her, but pull people up to make cameo appearances several times Back to Wusheng.

Well, quite useful.

Not only is it very relaxing, but there is also a 'Beijing Opera' skill on the system interface.Mu Qingyun suddenly became able to appreciate the art that Yue Ling and the others appreciated.

In such an era without TV, movies, and reading online novels, she felt that this was more gratifying than anything else.

After all, practicing martial arts is a beautiful thing, but if there are almost no recreational activities other than martial arts from day to night, it will be a bit exhausting.

Wang Jiaoxi saw her enter Qiuzhen, and said he wanted her to study, play the piano, draw and arrange flowers, or go hunting on horseback.

Even if she wants to go to the restaurant dance hall, that's fine.

"Seeking truth, my good boy, it's time for you to see the world."

Wang Jiaoxi was so beautiful at the time, he was a big man, and his speech became a clip.

He even encouraged himself to go to the casino to learn more.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Forget about the casino, but playing the piano and painting, riding a horse to hunt, or going shopping with Senior Sister Chen Yi, she thinks these things are very good.