Chapter 162 Years Ago

Author: Nongxue Tianzi

Chapter 162 Years Ago

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there are snowflakes everywhere.

Mu Chengfei cried while holding on to the stone lion in front of the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.

"What an injustice! I'm going to die unjustly!"

At Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, he was pointed at his nose and scolded bloody.

It is simply a shame for the martial arts world to say that as an inspector, he does not know what he really believes and makes nonsense!

He admitted that he was just anxious, so he deliberately talked nonsense and made random excuses, but he really didn't have any bad intentions, he just wanted to get Xing Zheng out first.

"Hmm."

Mu Chengfei glanced at Xing Zheng, who looked pretty good, and said, "This is all for you."

Do you really think that nothing will happen if he just talks nonsense?

He made a few nonsense remarks, as if he was very relaxed. He had to write a lot of materials after he returned, especially since he had gone to the stage of personally looking for Yue Nvxia. Afterwards, it was found that Yue Nvxia was innocent, and the report he wanted to write also required

Add three or four times.

Do you really think he wants to offend Yuncheng Martial Arts School? Offend Zhuo Yanfei?

"It's not just because you wrote the letter randomly, you wrote it in such a dangerous way, as if if I were slow, you would die. No, what you meant is that I could only collect your body in time, if I was slow, the body would be gone."

Agent Li quickly completed the formalities and handed the shackled Xing Zheng to Mu Chengfei.

Mu Chengfei refused to untie him, and lowered his voice and whispered angrily: "You'd better hope that no other cases come to you. If some evidence comes out, I will have to ask you to go to jail for ten days."

Anyway, if Xing Zheng's sneaky stuff comes out, he will be locked up for ten and a half days. No matter how much he can do, he doesn't have it.

Even so, neither Mu Chengfei nor Xing Zheng can have an easy time during the Chinese New Year this year.

The two of them, by the way, implicated all the police officers in the government office. In addition to tracking down the murderer of Mishima Country, they also had to work overtime to investigate the suspicions on them.

Even Mu Chengfei was smelly.

Although he confessed his feelings and hinted that he was really only doing it for Wang Mingzhu's case and the safety of his friends, and he definitely did not get involved in the conspiracy of the Three Islands.

But it was such a coincidence that when he came to cause trouble, he happened to hit the Qi family and explode.

"..."

Mu Chengfei felt that he would be sorry for such a coincidence if he was not stared at by all kinds of suspicious eyes for several days.

On the twenty-ninth day of the year, the heavy snow in Yuncheng had just stopped, and a warm wind actually blew, causing the temperature to rise a few degrees.

Mu Qingyun opened the window and saw a few boys clearing the snow from the plum trees in the yard. He suddenly remembered that his martial arts studio didn't even post spring couplets or the word "Fu" on them.

"The kitchen must have bought new year's goods?"

A few days ago, there were complicated things in the martial arts gym, which delayed the practice. Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi pressed everyone to make up for their homework, practicing every day before dawn until dusk.

I am so tired every day that even the tonic soup tastes bitter in my mouth. How can I still remember to celebrate the New Year?

Mu Qingyun sneezed slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Chen Yi flying to the eaves of Wusheng Hall and entangled with a large ball of red silk. Her whole body was wrapped in red silk, and two senior sisters were dragging her out.

A group of people downstairs stood around watching with their feet on the ground, laughing loudly.

Seeing that Chen Yi was so angry that he was about to unleash his sword energy wildly, Mu Qingyun was really afraid that the two martial saints enshrined in the Five Saints Hall would be smashed by tiles falling from the roof, so he flew out of the window and stepped on them.

He climbed up to the eaves, gently grabbed a corner of the red silk, and jumped out.

Red silk flutters and gold tassels hang down.

A senior sister who was standing in the yard and watching without action quickly grabbed the camera of the photographer who had just been called to the door and started taking photos frantically.

The photographer was so anxious that he was sweating. He was so distressed that he looked up and saw Mu Qingyun's "flying dance".

Against the backdrop of the golden red, the woman's cold and compassionate look really seemed to possess divinity.

The photographer also felt that the film he had was not a waste.

After hurriedly cleaning the house with the servants and maids, decorating it, and letting the photographer come over to take a group photo, Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sent out people to contact various delivery companies.

It is the New Year in the Ming Dynasty. At the end of the year, most shops on the streets will be closed.

Fortunately, the intimidation power of Yuncheng Martial Arts School was strong enough. As soon as the letter was delivered, several butcher shops quickly called the masters back to work overtime. They killed a pig and two sheep, cut them up, packed them neatly, and hurriedly delivered them.

Before sending it, Chen Yi was ready for them to kill the pig themselves.

There were several families raising pigs nearby, but it was hard to hire a pig-killing master. Chen Yi and her senior sisters at home discussed how to buy a few live pigs and kill them.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

"We have two senior sisters who have experience in killing people. Killing pigs shouldn't be a problem, right?"

The senior sister didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She thought about it and said, "Thank you very much."

Mu Qingyun thought about the current composition of the personnel left in the martial arts school. Well, there are more senior sisters, the majority of whom are daughters of wealthy families, and most of the senior brothers and junior brothers are from young masters.

There are only a few people who have experience of living in the countryside. They also studied martial arts under a master at the age of five or six. Let alone killing pigs, they have never seen what a pig looks like.

The pig in their impression is what is placed on the plate, and the pig head is offered to the ancestors.

As for the remaining people who come from poor backgrounds, their families cannot even afford to raise pigs, and they have no chance to kill themselves.

Mu Qingyun smiled, grabbed a large handful of copper coins strung with a red rope, and stuffed them into the delivery man.

Amitabha, very lucky!

After a busy day, everyone had a quick meal in the evening and then went to the big bathroom to take a shower.

The large bathroom designed by Mu Qingyun himself is now the most popular place in the entire Yuncheng martial arts gym.

Many disciples say to others that the Xiangtang Pavilion is the highest building of their martial arts school.

A martial arts school without a fragrant soup hall would definitely have no soul.

Mu Qingyun took a medicinal bath for a while. The medicine package was filled with prescriptions prescribed by Divine Doctor Liu. It is said that one of his elder brothers went to the Yao people and brought out this medicine from the Yao people. Later, he improved it based on the local herbs and finally became the ultimate medicine.

A good medicinal bath recipe that can be handed down from generation to generation.

The senior brother of Divine Doctor Liu spread his family's prescription to the Prince's family.

Now they are using this recipe to defeat the army.

Mu Qingyun didn't know whether he was bragging, but after using it, the effects of relaxing the muscles, strengthening the body, and beautifying the skin were still obvious.

After taking a bath, Chen Yi and I helped brush our backs, put on some very comfortable cotton home clothes, and went to the lounge to warm up by the fire and discuss the menu for the New Year's Eve banquet.

Not long after, the spacious lounge was filled with people. Disciples from all martial arts schools found a place to sit down in twos and threes, drinking tea and chatting.

As soon as Mu Qingyun raised his head, he saw that his hair accidentally fell to the stove. The senior sister naturally stretched out her hands to close it. By the light of the stove, the senior sister's fingers were slender.

"Sister."

Mu Qingyun said softly, "Let's participate in the big competition together."

Chen Yi: “??”

Wow, my junior sister loves me so much that she actually thinks that I can participate in the big competition. How can I make my lovely junior sister sober up?
Chapter completed!