Cloud of the Qing Dynasty

The heroic figure in white clothes and holding a sword on the stage immediately attracted everyone's attention. Some people speculated that he should be the third generation disciple of the Shangqing Palace, and some well-informed began to explain to the people around him that this is He once singled out the junior brother of the Seventh Son of Shangqing in Heilongzhai in Lingnan with one sword, and some people said that they saw Mu Liuyun chasing and killing Wei Fantian closely behind Qin Wuqi just now, and cut off his sleeve.

Yan Laosi, who was kicked off the ring, couldn't hold back his face, and some people who could see clearly were talking about him just now, but he refused to admit defeat, he was shameless, he deserved to be slapped and kicked down, etc. Yes, Yan Lao Si became even more angry from embarrassment. He spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and scolded unconvinced: "Shangqing Palace is really magnificent. How dare you send a grandpa to fight in the ring?"

This is obviously playing a scoundrel, Shangtian and the Taoist priest just smiled and shook their heads without saying anything, but Master Minghui from Shaolin Temple couldn't stand it any longer, and said loudly: "Amitabha, may I ask the Taoist priest Tianxuan to be honored this year?" ?”

Mu Liuyun replied lightly: "27."

Master Minghui asked again: "Then how dare you ask this benefactor Yan Guigeng?"

Yan Lao Si was stunned and speechless. He was over 30 years old, and his seniority belonged to his seniority. After all, his age is here, and he didn’t eat a few more rice and walk a few years more than others. It doesn’t matter what happens Do not bully the small with the big.

There was also booing in the audience: "Go down! Isn't it embarrassing enough?"

Yan Laosi had no choice but to leave the field angrily full of unwillingness, and the master of ceremonies immediately announced loudly that Mu Liuyun, the Qing Palace, won the competition.

Shangguan Ling also yelled loudly like many people around her, and excitedly tugged at Zhang Chi's sleeve: "Don't you think Uncle Grand Master is so handsome?"

Zhang Chi just smiled: "An opponent of this level, even if we fight again, it's not enough for Liuyun to draw."

From this start, people's attention finally returned to the arena.

Afterwards, there were more than a dozen competitions, each with their own level. Some of them beat the other in seconds, some of them were evenly matched, and some of them were evenly matched. Lose, the final decision by the referee wins or loses.

When it was almost dusk, today's martial arts competition was over, and people left the venue one after another amidst unfinished discussions.

***

After Zhang Chi bid farewell to Long Jiu, he took the two little girls back to the Dongyuan Guest Room in Jinghong Villa. Mu Liuyun left with the people from the master's school, so he should have come back earlier than him, but When Zhang Chi wanted to find him, he saw that the door was ajar, and there seemed to be no one inside.

Zhang Chi knocked on the door twice, but no one answered, so he opened the door and went in.

It seems that Mu Liuyun should have left not long ago, the sword was placed on the table, and the clothes were taken off and thrown on the bed.

Zhang Chi accidentally picked up the clothes, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath. He only felt an aura belonging to Mu Liuyun lingering on the tip of his nose. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was inexplicably intoxicating. longing.

Mu Liuyun's skill is very strong, even in the middle of summer, he has never been seen sweating, except for the little bit of Mu Liuyun's unique smell, there is also a faint smell of incense, maybe because of the past few days It's probably because Mu Liuyun stays with the people in the master's school. People in the Shangqing Palace always like to light incense or something.

Because Mu Liuyun's skill is very strong, his footsteps are also very light. Zhang Chi didn't hear the sound of Mu Liuyun approaching until Mu Liuyun pushed the half-closed door and made a slight "squeak" "Yeah", Zhang Chi suddenly turned around.

"Zhang Chi..." Mu Liuyun looked at him suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Chi's mind turned very quickly, and he said with a very natural expression: "There is no sweat smell on this clothes, and it is not dirty in any way. Why do you have to change every day?"

"I'm used to it." Mu Liuyun didn't get suspicious, but asked with his usual expression, "What do you want from me?"

Zhang Chi, who got away with it, put down his clothes and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I just want to ask you to have dinner together."

Mu Liuyun nodded: "I also happen to have something to look for you."

"what's up?"

"Can you sit next to me from tomorrow?"

Hearing such a request suddenly, Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he hesitated and did not answer, Mu Liuyun added: "There will be no competition with me tomorrow, and I always feel a bit boring sitting alone, and the disciples in the school are also taciturn. And it's not as well-informed as you... But I saw that you and Shangguanling and the others had a good conversation, if you don't want to, don't force it."

"Why would I not want to." Zhang Chi finally came to his senses, and immediately agreed, "Actually, I don't have so much to talk to those little girls who spend all day discussing whether other people look good or not, and whether their clothes are fashionable or not. You know people, you can find endless topics to chat with anyone.”

He smiled happily and patted his chest: "From today on, I will be your special commentator."

Mu Liuyun also smiled: "Just don't blame me for hindering your luck."

"What kind of luck do I need if you're here?" Zhang Chi said vaguely and then quickly changed the subject, "By the way, the day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, Wuling City will be very lively, let's go play together? "

Mu Liuyun didn't think it was any fun, but thinking that he seemed to have never seen how ordinary people at the bottom of the mountain celebrate festivals, he nodded in agreement.

***

At night, Fu Qinglei, the captain of the Iron Guard, walked into Qin Wuqi's room.

"Villa Master, the person who led the questioning has been caught. After torture, this person is indeed a spy sent by the Red Lotus Sect."

Qin Wuqi didn't raise his head, but concentrated on tuning the piano in his hand, and then plucked the strings with his fingers: "Does he have anything to say about the 'demon law' of the Red Lotus Sect?"

"This person knows very little. He only said that people in the Red Lotus Sect call this kind of thing that explodes when ignited a 'Thunderbolt'."

Qin Wuqi tried the piano sound again: "...Let the people below think of a way to see if they can get the secret recipe of this thunderbolt."

"Yes." Even though it was a difficult problem, Fu Qinglei answered without hesitation, and continued to report, "This person knows nothing about how Wei Fantian and the walking chariot came to the competition site. The subordinates have already asked the guards on duty one by one, and found nothing unusual."

Qin Wuqi sighed softly: "Before you find out about this matter, ask your subordinates to work harder. The daily on-duty time will be increased by two hours, and you must keep an eye on every corner of Jinghong Villa. At least in the During this time, I don't want to see any more emergencies."

"Yes." Fu Qinglei replied.