December 24, 2017

By the end of the year, with a heavy snow falling, the temperature in Qingyun City dropped to the lowest point of the year. If ordinary people who go out do not wear cotton coats, even locals who live in Qingyun all year round will inevitably be frostbite.

However, the mere coldness can ultimately resist the hot atmosphere brought to the whole city by the Qingyun Competition. The city covered with silver is filled with noise and passion, and the city is even covered by spells, and the lushness of midsummer is maintained within a radius of several miles.

The Qingyun Competition is finally coming.

The highly anticipated opening ceremony and opening match will officially begin tonight.

In the early morning, before the sun shines brightly, the whole city is already restless, and the Qingkong Martial Arts Arena in the middle of the city is bustling with spectators from all walks of life.

Around these immortals or ordinary people, Qingyun City's highly developed business has brought a large number of service personnel, from the simplest breakfast snacks to the fluorescent candles and telescopes needed to watch the Qingyun Competition, they will be delivered to people thoughtfully at the usual price several times.

A man wearing black and white light armor and looking like a samurai hesitantly looked at the old man who was pushing a cart in front of him selling wontons, and he struggled to spit out a few awkward syllables from his mouth.

"I, money, no."

But the old man nodded in accustomed to it: "Come from Fuji Country in the east? Oh!"

The black and white light armored warrior opened his eyes wide in surprise. It was the language used by the Fuji Country where he was located, which means hello. I didn't expect that in Qingyun City, there would be someone who would speak their language!?

The old man smiled and said, "I can say one or two words, oh, oh Kumida, Kombrashi?"

The warrior smiled. Although the old man's tone was a bit strange, the meaning was very simple and clear: Hello, do you want to buy food?

"Every time in the Qingyun Competition, there will be a lot of warriors and masters from your Fuji Country. Look, there is one of your grandmasters there."

The old man stretched out his finger to point to the other side of the crowd. The warrior looked at him and saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, wearing a black and white close-fitting shirt floating in the air, peeling fresh lychees with skillful techniques. The bright red fruit shells were crushed by him and turned into pure black and white colors, and included in the shirt.

The warrior immediately showed a respectful expression and bowed to the distance.

The old man laughed and said, "It looks like a big man? This season, eating fresh lychees in this place is like chewing raw gold and silver. Although your country of fungus is far away from a big city, every time you come, people are very generous."

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

"It's okay, this bowl is for you, let's eat it." The old man said, and took the initiative to hand over a bowl of steaming wontons, accompanied by a plate of exquisite pickled vegetables and a braised egg. After finishing, a few more fruits were added.

"I don't have lychees that are off-season things. There are two winter berry. Don't worry, eat them all for you." The old man said with a smile, "I'm doing a good business today. I've made enough money long ago. I just think it's a good thing. Don't forget to promote the wontons of Lao Liu in Qingyun City when I go back in the future."

The warrior nodded gratefully. The steaming wontons were not a delicious food in the world, but they warmed the stomach that was somewhat tight due to the severe cold.

As a great samurai from Fujino Country, he came to Qingyun to watch the showdown between top masters of the same age, hoping to break through his bottleneck. After buying medium tickets, his funds were short of money. After arriving at Qingyun, he was even scared by the double price increase here during the competition. He had to calculate carefully enough that he only had one meal a day.

This bowl of wontons really touched him.

The samurai was very fast and ate wontons and side dishes in less than a few minutes. This is a basic respect for others in the country of Fuji. When the old man was about to take back the dishes, the samurai placed a shell-like thing on the tray.

"Thank you, gift."

The warrior said a few simple words, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

I was busy until the sun was bright in the morning. Lao Liu of Wonton took the stall and was about to go home. On the way, he met a few colleagues who were pushing a food truck for business, so he talked about the harvest all morning.

At this time, anyone who can do business around the Qingkong Martial Arts Field has gained a lot. Although he has to pay a high entrance fee, he still makes a fortune overall.

An old man selling fruits smiled and said hello.

"Haha, Lao Liu, how did you get when you saw you do business in Fuji Country before?"

Old Liu smiled and threw a few pieces of silver to him: "It's not as good as you, the old guy who sells lychees in the winter. But you're right. People in the Fuji Country are the most loyal and have good face. If you give them a gift, you might get a 100% reward. If you exchange a bowl of wontons for a piece of colored shells, I've made a fortune today."

"Damn Caibei. I saw that the warrior looked poor and thought he had no business to do! Oh, hey, the geese were pecked by the geese all day long. I, an expert of the Vine Country, can't even brag about you in the future."

"Hahaha, luck, this is luck. Actually, I really wanted to give him a bowl of wontons at that time. Who would have thought that the boy had no penny, but he had a colorful shell from the Kingdom of Vine!"

"Tsk tsk, if this colorful shell is sold to the Qian family's men, you can buy a small courtyard in the suburbs of the city."

"Hehe, I won't sell it. I want to keep this colorful bean as a family heirloom."

"family heirloom?!"

"Yes, that guy in black and white armor is in a middle-class team, which means he is at least a monk, right?"

Lao Zhang, who was selling fruits, nodded.

"I think he is not old and has no money. He can be a monk. In the Fuji Country, he can rely on his ability. If such a capable boy becomes a big shot in the future, my colored shell will not be worth a small courtyard."

"Damn, you old guy really can think about it!"

"Haha, just think about it, Lao Zhang is not as good as the other person. He made a bowl of rice with rice that tasted unknown. He inexplicably won the favor of noble people. He 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 be at least dozens of times. Not to mention the small courtyards in the suburbs, the one-bedroom in the middle of the city can be bought!"

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

Similar scenes happened in every corner of Qingyun City in the days before the Qingyun Competition.

Unlike those monks who hold the Qingyun List in their hands and have a meticulous analysis of the above words, ordinary people have their own concerns.

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

Then, compared with the mortals who are focusing on one stitch after another, the monks who are now gathering in Qingyun City also have unique concerns.

Outside the Qingkong martial arts competition, a group of young monks of seventeen or eighteen years old were making noises early in the morning, or they were talking about the incident in Qingyun City a few days ago. Some monks discussed privately, or discussed the scandals of some celebrity contestants.

For these monks who live in the mountains hundreds of miles north of Qingyun City, everything in this big city seems so fresh.

After a moment, a tall boy ran over with excitement, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

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

The tall boy nodded repeatedly: "I have it! A few days ago, Huo Lanting from Huotian Sword Sect was clamoring for a quota for the main competition, and she said she was suppressed by the Lu family. It caused a lot of controversy, and it seemed that she was related to someone from the Li family. So Teacher Li Jinglun personally wrote an analysis of the martial arts of Huotian Sword Sect. Although it was mainly to mock Huotian Sword Sect, it mentioned several very imaginative sword practice methods. I think we can all refer to it."

While speaking, the boy spread out the newspaper and watched with his companions.

After a while, a slightly plump girl raised her head and sighed with obsession: "I am worthy of being Teacher Li Jinglun. A few strokes are very inspiring."

"That's right, after all, he is a real theoretical master, and it's even more rare that his cultivation is not weak. It is said that I read some tabloid news that Teacher Li Jinglun's practical ability is comparable to the head of the Li family's courtyard! That mistress is both the daughter of the Lu family and the wife of the head of the Li family. It is said that he has the cultivation level of the Fuyu Realm at the age of 30, which is absolutely unfathomable. Teacher Li Jinglun can tie her with her, and is probably a genius of the world." This time, he was a young man who was intoxicated and moved.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're normal. Teacher Li Jinglun never has intimate relationships with fans."

"So what, we just like Teacher Jinglun."

"Yes, especially when someone poured dirty water on him recently, we book fans should be united. Isn't it just that we didn't write the full version when we first started Qingyun List, and it was also disturbed by external forces and had to do it. Later, he released the full version, included the dark horse in the qualifiers, and commented on the foreign list, commenting on the many strange people in this competition. Then this full version is only 20% more expensive than the simple version released before, full of practical information and sincereness. I really don't know how thick the faces of those brainless black people are."

Several young men criticized the air and then turned around.

"Speaking of this Qingyun Competition, there seems to be a super exciting opening performance. I bought all the video marks of the opening ceremony of the previous competitions, which is really impressive. I was lucky enough to be there in person this time, and I don't know what kind of grand occasion it will be."

"I am still looking forward to the opening match. It is said that the opening match of Qingyun Competition has a metaphysical law. Although the two sides of the battle will be drawn by the chairman of the organizing committee themselves, which is completely random, there will be a magical duel and a magical result every time."

"It must be the program effect arranged in advance, so there is no such a lot of metaphysics..."

"Hmph, let's take a look."

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