My imagination has come true

Chapter 221
May is approaching and the weather is getting warmer.

The outdoor martial arts arena in Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, which had been idle for a long time, finally regained its excitement.

Early in the morning, Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi took a broom and slowly cleaned up the martial arts arena.

Mu Qingyun was sweeping the floor when a sword wind suddenly came over her head. She raised her hand and swiped the broom, and the pressure on her hand suddenly became heavy.

Her good senior sister has turned into a cat again.

Both of them have been very busy recently, with one game after another and tasks popping up from time to time, there is no leisure at all, and they have neglected their favorite training on weekdays.

It stands to reason that kittens are very arrogant and ignorant of people, but if they don't play with them for a long time, they will also scratch people.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, and quickly used the broom as a sword to walk Chen Yi.

Of course, from Chen Yi's point of view, he accompanied his junior sister to practice martial arts, familiarized himself with swordsmanship, and relaxed his mood by the way.

But after fighting for about twenty minutes, Chen Yi hurriedly called a stop, pulled Mu Qingyun to sit down and stared at the other young disciples cleaning up the martial arts arena.

Mu Qingyun's strikes are quite measured, it can be said that it is gentle and gentle, but she didn't suffer much in beating Chen Yi when she was not in the slightest, but now, she is almost playing with her.

"Yesterday, the sect master wrote us a letter, saying that he made money back and changed our martial arts hall into new clothes. He bought the surrounding land and built it into a garden, which includes all the beautiful scenery of the world."

"Tch, the sect master thinks that our small martial arts gym can compare with the first emperor's Efang Palace?"

"Also, the door master said that he also heard people talking about you, Qingqing, in the restricted area, and he also said that there is no need to wait later. Now, when others call him, they just call him the master of Yue Nvxia."

Mu Qingyun let Chen Yi sit on a chair outside the arena, and took out all the stationery and notebooks to write letters to the group of people in Yaowu City.

"Xu Gong, seeing a letter is like meeting you."

"At the end of March, Yu Hongguang won the championship again. The contestants are all young and old, so Qing must be suspected of being a little deceptive..."

Chen Yi turned her face to look at her, seeing that she was not shy, she became more mischievous and troublesome: "What is bullying, my Qingqing is also a young and beautiful girl, younger than them, who are you bullying!"

Mu Qingyun was disturbed by her and ruined two pieces of paper, so he simply asked someone to move the box from Yaowu City.

Inside the box is a mockup of the library's main body.

"Senior Sister, look, this is the Yaowu Library."

Mu Qingyun participated in the design of the entire library, and it is currently under urgent construction.

Tang Jingping has always been a prudent person, so he asked the craftsmen around him for help in advance, scaled down the model of the library, and entrusted someone to send it to Mu Qingyun.

The texture of the model is very good, the doors and windows can be opened, and all the tables, chairs, bookshelves, etc. inside are movable. If you play with it, this set can be played for several days without getting tired.

Mu Qingyun liked it very much. It happened that a carpenter came to work recently, so she drew blueprints and asked a few masters to help polish out various loose parts and put them together by herself.

It has to be said that the master carpenters are now fast with their hands and their work is good. The polished parts have no burrs, and the hands are smooth and fit perfectly.

At this time, all of them were brought to Chen Yi, which immediately attracted her attention. Finally, Mu Qingyun could feel at ease and write letters down-to-earth.

Telecommuting is really troublesome nowadays, and it hurts to write a letter.

Even writing countless letters, the only advantage is that Mu Qingyun thinks that he may develop the habit of speaking with a little bit of meaning in the future.

Hey, Mr. Xu, although Tang Jingping and the others are very accepting of today's vernacular, they still use a more solemn writing style in their letters.

When interacting with people, do as the Romans do. Mu Qingyun also felt that when writing letters, he followed other people's habits and respected his predecessors. Writing more than a dozen letters at once would make himself feel bad.

At present, the progress of the library is going smoothly. Mu Qingyun has a little anxiety in her heart, but she doesn't show it at all on the surface. She is very calm and relaxed. The first draft of her first volume has been written.

"Hey, let me see who wrote this letter. It was written so murderously that the letter paper was about to be torn."

Chen Yi folded the letter and put it next to the model at the first sight, glanced at it, and immediately laughed, "Hahaha, it's that Tang Jingping, I remember our sect master said that he had repaired a dead tree in 300 years, so it's meaningless. It's boring, look at this handwriting, how interesting it is, hahahaha."

She glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help laughing.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile too.

She had proofread her notes and manuscript a while ago, and wrote a letter to Tang Jingping, telling her to revise and correct it, and it would be mailed in two days.

Not long after the letter was written, Senior Tang rushed to deliver the letter to her by taking the train overnight.

This is the letter right now, the letter is full of urgency, urging, coaxing and persuading, so that you must not just mail your manuscript out casually.

The ones who delivered the letter were 42 disciples under his sect, all of them were above the Sublime Realm and were led by Disciples of Powang.

When Mu Qingyun saw this battle, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Her book was to be printed for people to read.

Although there are regulations and requirements, the law should not be passed on lightly, for fear that it will not be entrusted to people, but generally speaking, it is still hoped that thousands of young people in the Ming Dynasty who want to learn martial arts can read it and learn it well.

Just such a book, worthy of such attention, so much effort?
Seeing those forty or so masters coming in a hurry, Mu Qingyun couldn't help sighing, Senior Tang was also very pitiful.

As soon as she left, the matter was left to Elder Xu and Senior Tang. The affairs of the library seemed simple to say, but in reality it was complicated.

But this matter is very important, at least in the hearts of those of the older generation, it is related to martial arts for thousands of years, and only a few of their respected old men can sit in charge in person to be at ease.

Elder Xu is old and has a childish temper. If he is really asked to work, Tang Jingping has to ask three or five serious senior brothers who can control him to take care of him.

So this Mr. Xu is just a big showpiece, and he dare not let him do the work, after all the calculations, there are too many tasks with fewer people, and there is not enough talent at all.

Probably in Tang Jingping's heart, she, Mu Qingyun, was able to say what she said about posting books, which was almost the same as fooling around blindly, and it must be very annoying.

The construction of the library is changing with each passing day.

In the follow-up letters sent by Tang Jingping and others, there is a progress table attached. It depends on the progress. Naturally, it is incomparable with the infrastructure of later generations. But at present, the foundation of the library has been laid and completed within a month. The first two-story building.

Some of the collections of the Tang family and the Xu family have also moved into the building.

"It's too curly."

After Mu Qingyun read the letter, he quickly ate the fresh and sweet boiled shrimp to suppress his shock.

With the Heavenly Rewards System, Mu Qingyun is uniquely endowed with the word "juan", and the suffering of others is an enjoyable enjoyment for her. Even so, she still deeply admires Tang Jingping's "juan".

(End of this chapter)