It's all complicated, but it's as swift as an electric sparkle.

Bu Lian didn't even have time to speak, his mouth was half open, his breathing was stagnant, his eyes were pierced by the dagger and he burst into tears, and in his panic, he saw a bronze, thin finger against the blade, he was dazed for a long time, raised his head stiffly, and was drenched in cold sweat.

Mu Qingyun reached out and pinched the back of the unlucky Boss Bu's neck, dragged him back a few steps, and got out of the danger zone where Old Man Zhang might kill him if he breathed a breath, and then he relaxed, and was in the mood to observe Old Hero Zhang and this other 'madman' beside him.

This person looks to be in his thirties, with ordinary facial features, and looks a little wretched when he lowers his eyebrows, but his standing posture is very special, as if he can fly at any time.

Mu Qingyun had a move with him just now, and it seemed that it was not difficult to deal with him, and he would defeat the enemy with one move, but in fact, as soon as he came into contact, Mu Qingyun knew that he had profound skills, and without twenty years of hard work, he was not talented, so I am afraid that he would not have such skills.

Back then, Mu Qingyun fought with people, and the other party couldn't move for a long time, he was still a first-class disciple in the first-rate sect, and the one in front of him looked mediocre, hunched back, bent over, as if he could spit out kind words at any time, but he also had such a skill, and it was still in such an era of decline in martial arts.

Mu Qingyun himself didn't know where the hard work of martial arts was.

She opened the hanging, no matter how fierce she practiced the exercises, she would only feel joy when she sweated, lost her skin and flesh, but she saw the hardships of practicing martial arts with her own eyes.

When she cultivated new disciples in the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, she and her senior sisters had worked hard, I don't know how many times, she and her senior sisters gave the children bruise medicine, soaked in medicinal baths, and watched those children grind off a layer of skin, two layers of meat, and were exhausted every day.

These disciples can enter the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall, and they are also selected from countless teenagers who are eager to learn martial arts.

The best future they can get is to practice martial arts, but even so, there will always be one or two who can't stand this suffering, or can't bear the fear of the future, and choose to give up and choose to leave.

When the disciples left, the senior sister gave a rich coil, and she was diligent and never angry.

At that time, she didn't have time to go back to the martial arts hall, only to ask about the current situation of the master when the letters were exchanged, and when she heard the senior sister say this, she was still angry, but after a long time, she understood, for the senior sister, to send the disciples who worked hard and raised them to the battlefield, and let them fight with monsters, it is the most painful thing in the world, only this pain, I have to suffer.

Perhaps her senior sisters thought every day that it might be better for these disciples to leave the martial arts hall and become an ordinary person hiding behind a strong city wall, maybe it would be easier to get peace and joy.

Of course, it is self-deception, who is willing to blame the senior sister?

Mu Qingyun remembered a bunch of old things.

At this time, the school was already in chaos, and a group of student representatives stared at Mu Qingyun as if watching a big show, and they hadn't come back to their senses.

Principal Huang was already shouting at the top of his voice for security, and the teachers were in a mess.

Zhang Jingsong suddenly smiled, turned his head and said to Boss Bu Lianbu, who was full of panic: "Boss Bu, how do you think of this table, is it strong?" ”

The grandstand on the side of the playground of No. 3 Middle School is made of cement, which must be very strong.

Zhang Jingsong gently put his right hand on the table, and then raised it again, Bu Lian looked at it, and the whole person froze.

A deep palm print appeared on the platform, and even the palm print was delicate.

Blendeng swallowed.

At this time, there were already school security guards rushing over not far away, but I don't know what's going on, as soon as I got closer, I felt that my chest was stuffy, and the soles of my feet were weak, and I didn't fall down, but I didn't have much strength to always be true.

Mu Qingyun glanced at it, and couldn't help but show a little surprise in his eyes.

Zhang Jingsong's seniors, this hundred-year-old age is really not picked up in vain, and he can actually learn to 'overwhelm people with power' without a teacher.

Back then, the swordsmen of Hui Jianmen were the best at this move, and they often surrendered without a fight.

But at that time, there were very few people who could oppress others with momentum, and most of them were top masters from famous families.

Zhang Jingsong looked at Bu Lian, his wrinkled face with a cold, tired expression.

"I'm almost a hundred years old."

Bu Lian was silent.

Zhang Jingsong said again: "Your head, is there such a hard stone step?" ”

Cold sweat fell from Bu Lian's forehead, his whole body was trembling, tears burst out, and he made up a lot of things in his brain in a moment.

Of course he knew Zhang Jingsong.

Even if it is for him, a car accident and a dead person cannot be untouched, and no matter what, it will not be forgotten.

It's just that before that, Zhang Jingsong was a confused old man in his impression, he never took people to heart, and what he was worried about was just a small trouble in his reputation brought by this incident, he didn't feel that the revenge of the bitter master himself?

A lonely old man whose grandson has become a vegetative person, what can he do?

Who would have thought that this old man would be able to slap and put -

Bu Lian's gaze once again quietly fell on the stone steps of the stands, and his heart was about to jump out in fright.

That's an old man who is almost a hundred years old, how long will he live? I'm afraid that he would not take death seriously a long time ago, and if he killed himself, he would not be sentenced to death!

"It's my mistake, I'm drunk and driving indiscriminately, it's my fault, I'm willing to compensate, old man, you say the number, I'm willing to compensate."

Boss Bu is the most knowledgeable about current affairs, and tears are flowing out.

Zhang Jingsong sighed, and the man who had been silent beside him all the time, and the man who was holding a dagger suddenly roared angrily: "Compensation? What to pay? Master! ”

The man who spoke, his face hideous and painful.

"I have been learning martial arts with you for 20 years, and I have been listening to you, you said that practicing martial arts is only to strengthen the body, not to bully the weak, in the past 20 years, except for fighting with the master and junior brother, I have never fought with others."

"I also listen to your words, for more than 20 years, I have been kind to others, laughing first when I meet people, and bowing my head when I encounter problems, I am almost self-defeating, but what is the result!"

The man looked back at Bu Lian, his eyes were as red as blood, "Senior brother was knocked into the way he is now!" He gave the driver 30,000 yuan, and bought the driver to take the blame for him. ”

"I can't hate the passers-by on the street at that time, they don't tell the truth, because this matter has nothing to do with them, Master said, we can't force others to be morally noble, and I don't hate the pregnant woman rescued by my senior brother, she almost died, she was frightened, and she couldn't be the master at home, but I can't even hate someone surnamed Bu?"

"If you can't get this guy to accompany my junior brother, wouldn't my senior brother be in vain?"

The man said coldly, "Master, you don't need to persuade him, my junior brother is not in good health, in the early years, I boiled medicine for him every day, and every time he was sick, I stayed in front of the hospital bed, afraid that he would be cold, afraid that he would be hot, and he would not be able to sleep steadily. ”

(End of chapter)