Mu Qingyun was taken aback.

mentioned that his grandson was seriously injured and became a vegetative person, but Zhang Jingsong's eyes never turned red.

How many hardships and dangers he has experienced, how many times he has narrowly escaped his life, and his relatives and friends have almost left.

At his age, he either fears death more and more, or he has already solved life and death.

Zhang Jingsong is clearly the latter.

Mu Qingyun had not been in contact with this old man for a long time, but he could feel that he had a little longing for the upcoming eternal sleep.

He even waited for the day that would inevitably come with great joy.

Mu Qingyun didn't dare to say that he really understood this emotion, but he also had some feelings, and one partner after another fell on the eve of dawn.

At the moment of stepping on the battlefield, no one knows if they will be able to get off the battlefield.

At that time, many people showed a relaxed and optimistic attitude, in the face of loss and death, they all survived and lived well, and those who left, only to find those pioneers.

I remember that some senior sisters coaxed the little dolls who had just entered the declining army, telling them that their senior brothers and sisters would prepare their favorite osmanthus cake and glutinous rice wine under Jiuquan, so there was no need to be afraid.

After all, I'm afraid or I'm afraid.

But after a long time, everyone suddenly felt that they had worked hard to live, and when that day came, if they could really meet the old people, the Yellow Spring would be a good scenery whether it was cold or desolate.

Zhang Jingsong, like the people she had met, was looking forward to that day.

At his age, tears withered early.

At this moment, the face of the ravines is full of tears, and it is said that the beauty is crying, which makes people feel distressed, and the old man is crying, which is only annoying.

But Zhang Jingsong bowed and stood next to the green bushes of the school, the whole person was dusty, like a shadow that could dissipate at any time, but the tears on his face made Mu Qingyun's heart and liver tremble slightly.

"Baiyunmen has experienced countless times, the master of the gate led the crowd to die, left the little disciples to watch the mountain gate, and wandered on the edge of the extinct inheritance several times, all relying on everyone to grit their teeth and resist and rescue them back."

Zhang Jingsong looked at Mu Qingyun, "But back then, Baiyunmen was able to survive with great difficulty, no matter how difficult it was, there were still disciples to inherit and have disciples to guard the mountain, but now?" Hearing that Mu Changmen's eldest disciple didn't have time to pass on his disciples, he went mad, injured all his internal organs, and died on the top of the Tianshan Mountain. ”

"Now the heirs of Baiyunmen, you are the only one left. You are still so young, there must be no disciples, if something happens to you, Baiyunmen will really become a legend in the pile of old papers, no, it has been living in seclusion since it was secluded, so there is no record in the pile of papers. ”

Zhang Jing's eyebrows were beating, she closed her eyes, and suddenly muttered to herself, "Actually, it's nothing, those old and old things, it doesn't matter if they are passed on or not." ”

"I don't plan to pass on my own kung fu!"

At that time, many masters couldn't teach their sons well, there was no way, practicing was a chore, and it was not a lie to be a strict master and a high apprentice.

For his own flesh and blood, can he be ruthless and force him to practice Sanjiu in winter, practice Sanfu in summer, and practice non-stop every day?

Even if it's harsh enough, it's reluctant to fight too hard.

But unlike other studies, if you don't practice the exercises, you won't be able to achieve the climate at all.

Nowadays, it is extremely cost-effective to let children practice martial arts, and it is useless to practice it, can you still fight with others twice in three days?

If you lose the battle, you will enter the hospital, and you will win the inspection department.

With the same time and energy, focusing on studying, children can have a bright future, and if they want to find a serious job in the future, it will not come in handy.

There is no way for him to teach his grandson, the child's physical condition is too bad, if he doesn't practice martial arts, the child will not be able to raise much, but he didn't even tell his grandson what the name of his martial arts is.

"If my grandson hadn't practiced martial arts, he might not be lying in the hospital now."

He wouldn't be so desperate and tormented.

It can be seen that at the moment, practicing martial arts is really useless.

Mu Qingyun looked at Zhang Jingsong silently, he was looking up at the high platform, and the big boss Bu was in tears when he was excited.

When the students on the left and right saw Zhang Jingsong, they probably didn't feel anything, just that he was an ordinary old man, but Mu Qingyun's whole body was stiffened, and a thin pimple appeared on his arm, and his blood was boiling.

She couldn't help but lift her eyelids a little to look at the sky, revealing a beautiful white eye.

If this place is not a school, if it is not her classmates and teachers standing next to her, if she doesn't see Xiao Cai pouring tea for Bu Lian at the front desk, she definitely can't let the driver carry the black pot for such a one, as if nothing has happened, and the beast who is in the mood to be charitable, and 'fight' with Zhang Jingsong.

It's just, what can she persuade others?

Who is Zhang Jingsong? Maple Yehong had kindness in the past, and revenge was not overnight, but now he is shocked by this difficulty, and when he touches his mouth, he wants his old man to be merciful, don't kill?

The wind was blowing tighter and tighter, but it was a bit like her mood at this moment.

Mu Qingyun chosen, took off the bandage tied on his arm and held it in his hand, Zhang Jingsong looked at her, and said softly: "The pen in your pocket is better than a bandage." ”

The old man paused and sighed, "If you don't do it, you don't do it, if you do it, you should be thunderous, ruthless, and those who are soft-minded will not live long." ”

Mu Qingyun was helpless: "This is the school, it's the third middle school." ”

Zhang Jingsong bowed: "Yes." ”

He smiled again, "If you want to make any unspeakable disturbances here, you have to step on the red line." ”

Ming Guo has now made great efforts to pay close attention to public security, not to mention at school, even outside, once he kills people, it will be a net of heaven and earth, and he will definitely not be able to escape.

Zhang Jingsong said quietly: "I am ninety-eight years old. How old is Bulian? ”

Boss Bu Chinese New Year's Eve eight today.

"I will never live another few decades, and there are still decades to live."

Zhang Jingsong muttered.

Mu Qingyun raised his head, Bu Lian came down from the stage, ready to take everyone to visit the computer room, and the student representatives in the school all gathered around and shook hands with Bu Lian.

For a while, the main road of the school was boiling like boiled porridge, and it was so lively.

Mu Qingyun instantly sighed.

There was a sudden sound of wind and thunder in his ears, Mu Qingyun turned his head in shock, and there was a faint metallic color under the flesh and skin on Zhang Jingsong's face.

"Broken Clouds?"

Mu Qingyun was shocked inexplicably.

In the current era of decline and depression, there are still people practicing kung fu like 'breaking clouds'?

Thinking about it again, this person was almost a hundred years old, and she finally swallowed back the heart that was about to spit out to her mouth.

But he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the past few years, she relied on her own heaven to reward her diligence, she learned everything quickly, no matter who she competed with, what she compared, she was the one who had the upper hand, and she would never sigh that she was inferior to others.

Today, however, it is likely that you will have to feel the fun of hitting a wall.

(End of chapter)