"Senior Zhang, drink tea."

Zhang Jingsong's figure froze, and he sighed: "I'm so old, and I can't recognize it when young people can't recognize it, too, the Mu family of Baiyunmen, which one is good to match?" ”

His hair is snow-white, his body is rickety, and he is old, where there is the shadow of the maple leaf red in the past, but this line of sitting and lying, exhaling and making a sound, still has some grandmaster atmosphere.

Zhang Jingsong was silent for a moment, and when he saw Mu Qingyun pouring tea for him, he picked it up and tasted it, with a faint hint of strange cherishment in his eyes: "I really didn't expect it." ”

When he was a child, he regarded the heroes of Baiyunmen as the guiding light of his life, and every time he ran out of strength in practice, he thought about the masters of Baiyunmen he saw back then.

It's just that later, by mistake, he actually entered the Demon Sect, and he didn't dare to mention the word 'Baiyunmen' again.

When most of the body is about to enter the ground, it can have a little bit of intersection with the clean place above the clouds, even if it is just with their little descendants, maybe this little descendant understands them as much as himself, Zhang Jingsong still has an indescribable relief, and it also faintly brings out a little melancholy.

Time is the scariest thing.

Zhang Jingsong stared at Mu Qingyun, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the picture of the flying lady in their ancestral hall, and suddenly smiled: "Mu Xiaoyou, you are a bit like the fairy on my painting." ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

Don't look at Zhang Jingsong is very poor, but his ancestors have been rich and noble, unlike other people's families, in addition to the ancestors of the past dynasties, there is also a painting enshrined in their ancestral hall.

That painting is a treasure, although the paper has a thousand years of life, but only really good paper has such a long lifespan, but their paintings are really a thousand years old, and they have not been damaged in the slightest bit by war, and they are still as bright as new.

There is a fairy flying in the sky.

Zhang Jingsong likes to paint, and is also good at painting, every time he worships his ancestors, he has to look at it for a long time, although he only saw it when he was a teenager, but he still remembers it vividly.

The fairy's appearance seemed to be shrouded in mist, and he couldn't see it clearly, but when he saw Mu Qingyun today, such a confused thought popped up in his mind inexplicably, thinking that she looked like the fairy.

If it was a few decades ago, when he was still young, he would never care about such an inexplicable thought, and he would never say it, but now that he is almost a hundred years old, he can express his heart and say whatever he wants.

At his age, there is less time left than the sand in the palm of his hand, and when it comes to the time when he wants to seize the day, there is no need to hide his thoughts.

Zhang Jingsong sighed: "The kung fu in my hand was not good before, I was only good at escaping, but I could kill monsters, and it was useless to run away, so for ten years, I practiced the stupid kung fu that I used to disdain." ”

"Kaishan palm, Wuji stick, I only know this practice, those who say that I am only good at dexterity, not good at opening and closing kung fu, are all nonsense, this person is forced to the head, as long as he is not a real martial arts idiot, what can't he practice?"

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and suddenly pushed the stone table, and the stone table the size of a grinding plate slammed into Zhang Jingsong's front door.

Zhang Jingsong's voice stopped abruptly, shrunk back, just let go of the stone table, and was surprised to see the table grazing his cheeks and flying out of the pavilion, with a light tiptoe, he chased out in an instant, and chased it out for more than ten meters, without making a sound, and sent the stone table back to its original position.

Not far away, squatting in the corner of the wall and in the woods, the telescope almost hit the ground.

Inspector Li's whispering dissipated at once.

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but wonder, could anyone really make up himself as a centenarian without revealing any flaws?

Zhang Jingsong pressed the table, his waist seemed to collapse a little, and he stared at Mu Qingyun silently.

"In Grandma Bai's little white building, what is there to be afraid of Old Hero Zhang?"

Mu Qingyun blinked and asked with a smile.

When Zhang Jingsong heard the word 'hero', his face twitched, and he was numb at all, and he couldn't help but lower his voice and said angrily: "You hairy girl-"

Mu Qingyun smiled: "Just now you always said that I was like a fairy." ”

At this moment, the lanterns hanging on the pavilion all fell down and scattered all over the place, and there was nothing left of the confrontation between the masters of the rivers and lakes in the old era just now.

Mu Qingyun looked at Zhang Jingsong: "I've always been a little strange, Zhang Lao Hero did like to cast Zhang Maple Leaf Sticker before stealing, people thought it was very elegant at that time, but when stealing, it was not so polite, all kinds of flower work was too much, and the bitter master couldn't think of where you came from." ”

"Besides, your old man has been fighting with monsters for so long, if this heart is not ruthless and black enough, how can he continue fighting?"

"That day, when you stole my backpack at the overpass, you didn't even leave the notebook in my clothes pocket, and you didn't think about reporting your name according to the rules of the rivers and lakes first, why were you so polite in Xiaobailou?"

"I really thought that the old-timers would take advantage of my school time to touch my residence from head to toe."

Only the old lady Bai was at home, and Zhang Jingsong sat in the same room with her for three hours, and she didn't notice any problems.

Mu Qingyun laughed suddenly: "Could it be that there is something here that the old hero is afraid of?" Or people? Or, the old hero has taken a fancy to the white grandmother? ”

“……”

Zhang Jingsong's face brushed a miserable green.

Mu Qingyun understood: "There is a person who is afraid, this person wants to protect Grandma Bai, so you don't even dare to make a little noise." ”

In an instant, Mu Qingyun guessed that there was an old monster hidden in this huge little white building, after all, Zhang Jingsong, an old man, didn't even dare to mention him, and after guessing it, then guess it.

Is it still possible to move?

Do you really think that the lovely good neighbors, comfortable houses, and cheap rents are so easy to meet?

Zhang Jingsong lowered his head, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I am indeed a little scared, but you are either at school or in the community these days, and I really can't wait." ”

As soon as he looked up, he finally showed the panic that only ordinary people have.

"My grandson was in a car accident, and the doctor said, what a cortical state, that is, a vegetative state."

Zhang Jingsong was at a loss for what to do.

A good big living person, when he got up early and went out, he ate five big bowls of rice, and was scolded for two rice buckets, and as a result, the traffic inspection department and the hospital called successively in the evening, saying that he was in the hospital and was still alive, but he was not alive.

Zhang Jingsong's expression was blank, and Mu Qingyun looked at him, and his heart was also a little sour.

The twilight of the hero is already sad.

He was silent for a long time, then stood up and said in a low voice: "There is a divine pearl in Baiyun Gate, which has a miraculous effect on people who practice martial arts. ”

Mu Qingyun didn't hide it, and said directly: "I haven't been to Baiyunmen, I don't know anything, if I have it, the old hero wants it, and he will give it with both hands immediately." ”

Zhang Jingsong was stunned.

(End of chapter)