December 24, 2017

At the end of the year, with a heavy snowfall, the temperature in Qingyun City dropped to the lowest point of the year. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info If ordinary people who go out do not wear cotton clothes, even locals who live in Qingyun all year round will inevitably suffer frostbite.

However, the chill could not withstand the fiery atmosphere brought by Qingyun Dabi to the whole city, the city covered in silver was full of hustle and bustle, and the city district was shrouded in magic, and the lush greenery of midsummer was maintained within a radius of several miles.

Qingyun Dabi is finally coming.

The much-anticipated opening ceremony and opening match will also officially begin tonight.

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In the early morning, before the sun shines, the whole city is already agitated, and the area around the Qingkong martial arts arena in the central district of the city is even more bustling with spectators from all walks of life.

Around these immortals or mortals, the highly developed business of Qingyun City has brought a large number of service personnel, from the simplest breakfast snacks to the fluorescent candles and binoculars needed to watch the Qingyun Dabi, which will be intimately delivered to people at several times the usual price.

A samurai-looking man in black and white light armor looked at the old man in front of him with a cart selling wontons with some hesitation, and struggled to spit out a few jerky syllables from his mouth.

"I, money, no."

The old man nodded habitually: "From the country of vines in the east, right?" Oh! ”

The samurai in black and white light armor widened his eyes in surprise, that was the language spoken in the country of Fuji where he was located, which means hello, I can't imagine that in Qingyun City, there are still people who can speak their language!?

The old man smiled: "It's going to be a sentence or two, oh ah, oh Kumida, Kombrashi?" ”

The samurai smiled, and although the old man's tone was a little strange, the meaning was simple and clear: Hello, do you want to buy food?

"Every time there is a big competition in Qingyun, there will be a lot of martial artists and grandmasters from your vine country, and you see that there is one of your great grandmasters over there."

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the other side of the crowd, and the samurai's eyes followed, and he saw a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty or fifty years old, wearing a black and white close-fitting shirt, floating in the air, peeling fresh lychees with skillful hands, and the bright red husks were turned into pure black and white by him, and incorporated into the short shirt.

The samurai immediately showed a respectful look and bowed his head into the distance.

The old man laughed: "Looks like a big shot?" This season, this place, eating fresh lychees, is really similar to chewing gold and silver raw. Although you Fuji no Kuni is far away from the big cities, every time you come to win people, you are very generous. ”

The samurai was even more embarrassed: "I, that ......"

"It's okay, this bowl is for you, eat it." As he spoke, the old man took the initiative to hand over a bowl of steaming wontons, a plate of delicate pickles and a braised egg, and at the end, a few more fruits were added.

"I don't have such an out-of-season thing as lychee, there are two winter berries, don't worry, eat them, they're all for you." The old man smiled and said, "Today, my business is good enough, and I have already made enough money, so I will treat it as a good deed, and don't forget to promote Lao Liu's wontons in Qingyun City when I go back in the future." ”

The samurai nodded gratefully, the steaming wonton was not a delicacy in the world, but it warmed his stomach that was a little tightened by the bitter cold.

As a great samurai from a mediocre background in Fuji no Kuni, he came to Qingyun to watch the duel of the top masters of the same age, hoping to break through his own bottleneck. After buying a medium ticket, his funds were stretched, and after Qingyun, he was even more frightened by the price of goods that doubled here during the big competition, and he had to calculate carefully to the point of only eating one meal a day.

This bowl of wontons really moved him.

The samurai ate extremely quickly, eating the wontons and side dishes in less than a few minutes - a basic respect for the people of Fuji no Kuni. While the old man was about to take back the chopsticks, the samurai placed a shell-like object on the tray.

"Thank you, gift."

The samurai simply said a few words, then closed his eyes and said no more.

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It was busy until the morning when the sun was bright, and the old Liu of the wonton collected the stall and prepared to go home.

At this time, those who can do business around the Qingkong Martial Arts Arena have gained a lot of money, and although they have to pay a high entrance fee, they still make a small fortune overall.

An old man selling fruit greeted with a smile.

"Haha, Lao Liu, I saw you do a business in the country of vines before, how was the harvest?"

Lao Liu smiled and threw a few pieces of broken silver to him: "It's not as good as your old guy who sells lychees in winter." But you're right, the people of Fuji no Country are the most righteous and have a good face, give them a gift, maybe there will be a very reward, a bowl of wontons for a piece of colored shellfish, I am considered to have made a fortune today. ”

"I rely on Caibei, I see that the samurai has a poor face, and I think there is no business to do! Oops, hey, I was pecked by geese all day long, I, an expert in the country of vines, can't brag in front of you in the future. ”

"Hahaha, luck, that's luck. In fact, I really wanted to give him a bowl of wontons, who would have thought that kid didn't have a penny, but he had a colorful shellfish from the country of vines! ”

"Tsk, this colored shell, if you sell it to the old men of the Qian family, you can buy a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city."

"Hehe, I won't sell it, I want to keep this colorful shell as an heirloom."

"Heirloom?!"

"Yes, that kid in black and white armor is in a medium line, which means that he is at least a monk, right?"

Lao Zhang, a fruit seller, nodded.

"I don't think he's very old, and he doesn't have much money, so he can be a monk, and in that place in the country of vines, he relies on his ability. This kind of capable kid, if he becomes a big man in the future, my colored shell, I don't know how much it is worth a small courtyard. ”

"Damn, you old thing can really think!"

"Haha, that is, think about it, I can't compare to other people's old heads, and I made a bowl of rice bowls that I don't know what the ghost tastes like, and I inexplicably won the favor of the nobles, and I actually sold the Qian family's financial management to him at the original price. Damn, when the eldest son of the Qian family wins the championship, it will at least multiply dozens of times, not to mention the small courtyard on the outskirts of the city, a one-bedroom apartment in the middle of the city can also be bought! ”

Several vendors around also laughed and scolded, a little jealous, but more admiring. The bumper harvest these days has made them not care about spending too much energy to be jealous of their peers.

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Similar scenes, a few days before the Qingyun Competition, happened in every corner of Qingyun City all the time.

Unlike the monks who hold the Complete Version of the Blue Cloud List in their hands and worship the nuanced analysis of the text on it, mortals have mortal concerns.

The champion and runner-up of the Qingyun Competition, the magical dark horse of the qualifiers, is good as an after-dinner conversation, but if you spend too much energy on these things, you can't even make a basic living, and you are putting the cart before the horse.

Then, compared to the mortals who focus on a stitch and a thread, the monks who are now gathered in Qingyun City also have a unique focus.

Also outside the Qingkong martial arts arena, a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old young monks were enthusiastically noisy early in the morning, or talking about the private discussions of some monks that happened in Qingyun City a few days ago, or discussing the scandals and gossip of some star players.

For these monks, who lived in the mountains hundreds of miles north of Qingyun City, everything in this big city seemed so new.

A moment later, a tall teenager came running with an excited face, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"How is it, have you gotten the new issue of Qingyun Daily, is there any news?"

The tall boy nodded again and again: "There you have, there is!" A few days ago, didn't that Huo Lanting of the Heavenly Sword Sect have to be noisy for a place in the main competition, and said that she was suppressed by the Lu family, and it was a lot of trouble, as if she had something to do with someone from the Li family. Therefore, Mr. Li Jinglun personally wrote an analysis of the exercises of the Heavenly Sword Sect, although it was mainly to ridicule the Heavenly Sword Sect, but it mentioned several very imaginative sword cultivation methods, I think we can all refer to it. ”

As he spoke, the boy spread out the newspaper and watched it with his companions.

After a while, a slightly plump girl raised her head and sighed obsessively: "It is worthy of Teacher Li Jinglun, a few strokes in your hand give people a lot of inspiration." ”

"That's right, after all, it's a real theoretical master, and it's even more rare that my cultivation is not weak, it is said that ah, I read some tabloid news, Li Jinglun's practical ability, and the head of the Li family's compound is on par with the housewife! That housemother, who is not only the daughter of the Lu family, but also the wife of the head of the Li family, is said to have cultivated in the rain realm at the age of 30, which is absolutely unfathomable. Teacher Li Jinglun can tie with her, and I am afraid that he is also a first-class figure in the world. This time, it was a young man who was intoxicated and sighed.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're normal, Mr. Li Jinglun never has an intimate relationship with fans."

"So what, we just like Mr. Jinglun."

"Yes, especially when someone has poured dirty water on him recently, we book lovers should unite even more. Isn't it that I didn't write it completely when I was on the Qingyun List for the first time, and it was also interfered with by external forces, so I had to do it. Later, he released the complete version, including the dark horse of the qualifiers, and by the way, he released the list of outsiders, commenting on many strange people in this competition, and then the price of this complete version is only two percent more expensive than the simplified version on sale before, full of dry goods, full of sincerity, I really don't know how thick the skin of those brainless blacks is. ”

A few young men scolded the air, and then changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, before the opening game of this Qingyun Competition, it seems that there will be a super wonderful opening performance, and I bought all the image sigils of the opening ceremony of the previous competitions, which is really impressive. This time, I was fortunate enough to be there in person, and I don't know what kind of grand occasion it will be. ”

"I'm still looking forward to the opening game, it is said that the opening match of Qingyun Dabi has a metaphysical law, although the two sides of the battle will be drawn by the chairman of the organizing committee himself, completely random, but every time there is a magical duel, a magical result."

"It must be a pre-arranged program effect, how can there be so many metaphysical ......"

"Hmph, let's see."

"Ah, I can't wait for the opening ceremony!"