The man's anger was overflowing, his voice was bloody, and his eyes pierced Boss Bu's cheek, cold as a knife, murderous, and terrifying.

Boss Bu almost felt as if he had been torn apart by this person, and he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word.

Zhang Jingsong looked at his child, and for the first time did not stop him from calling Master, his expression couldn't help but be a little sad.

The guy in front of him, who is still in his thirties and immature, is just like a child, with his surname, called Zhang Qiao, in fact, he is really not a serious disciple of his true lineage.

The child's parents are long gone, and he grew up in an orphanage.

The life of the orphanage can be passed, and the funds given by the state are quite sufficient, after all, the Ming Kingdom is now exquisite, and it has always been that no matter how bitter it is, the children cannot be bitter, even if the people are not enough to eat a few years ago, the children in the orphanage can leave two dry meals a day, which is a little better than the children who grew up outside.

But the old dean is not young, and it is very difficult to take care of so many children, and the dolls here do not say that they can live happily with food and drink.

Zhang Qiao didn't like to stay in the orphanage, he always ran on the street, when he was eight years old, he accidentally bumped into Zhang Jingsong practicing light exercises, so he was entangled with all his thoughts.

Zhang Jingsong had already made up his mind that he would not accept apprentices except for the sake of his son's health and had to pass on him.

He really doesn't want to pass on his martial arts.

After all, martial arts is really useless now, and the kung fu he practices is very different from orthodox kung fu, which is not very decent in the first place, and in this era, it is not even needed.

But Zhang Qiao, this child, really has a distressing stubbornness, Zhang Jingsong looked at him, and thought of himself, so, soft-hearted, he taught casually, he just coaxed the child to play, and by the way, he strengthened his body, just like those bells and whistles martial arts on the street.

Unexpectedly, the child's talent is okay, but the effort is 200%.

He occasionally revealed a sentence or two of true biography, and he actually let him use this little bit of real stuff to practice quite well, stronger than when he was younger.

Zhang Jingsong thought, probably this is fate.

After getting along for a long time, they are like a family, refusing to recognize apprentices, but they are no different from their children and grandchildren.

Up to now, Zhang Jingsong has sent away his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and only two relatives, that is, Zhang Qiao and his own grandson

The old man turned his gaze to Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun stood easily beside Boss Bu, his limbs were relaxed, and he stood gracefully, never showing the slightest vigilance.

But that's the scariest thing.

Zhang Jingsong is so old, the young martial artists he has seen over the years, whether they are just messing around with enthusiasm or talented, in fact, he can see the details of the other party at a glance.

Whether the basic skills of these children are solid or not, and how well they practice martial arts, he can see them all.

But now he has made frequent mistakes against the little girl of the Mu family.

Every time he sees it, the sense of threat that this girl brings him will rise a lot, and this kind of improvement is usually calculated by years, not days.

That is, he has seen geniuses who have the ability to suppress countless eras, and he can barely maintain his composure about this.

If his old guys can survive until now, when they see this little girl of the Mu family, they will probably suspect that they have been fed to the dog at a great age.

Even he can't help but feel like this.

"Zhang Qiao, do you think that your martial arts are amazing?"

Zhang Qiao stared silently.

Zhang Jingsong sneered, suddenly took two steps out of the way, and threw the dagger in his hand back to Zhang Qiao with a whoosh: "Okay, then you can do it." ”

Mu Qingyun: "!! ”

Zhang Qiao's light skills were superb, his master's voice did not fall, he was on tiptoe, like a bird that lost its chick and was angry, and stabbed at Bu Lian's face in the air.

All the security guards not far away didn't care about the changes in their bodies, and they all exclaimed in surprise and pounced.

Mu Qingyun sighed, leaned slightly, moved from Bu Lian's side to the front in an instant, quickly turned his palm into a finger, pointed at the dagger flying Zhang Qiao, and hit his eyebrows with the second finger.

Zhang Qiao's breath was suddenly broken, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken line, poof, and smashed to the ground before he barely lifted it, half-kneeling on the ground, panting.

He looked at Mu Qingyun's young face in disbelief.

Mu Qingyun also stared at Zhang Jingsong with a bitter face, sighed, and saluted with fists: "Senior Zhang is really merciful!" ”

Zhang Jingsong was expressionless: "When I was young, I am afraid that I would have to scold myself twice." ”

He has so many pockets that he doesn't even dare to kill his enemies!

Mu Qingyun smiled bitterly: "The old-timers, all this is for the children of the younger generation. ”

Zhang Qiao stood up slowly, tears finally fell, his master refused to let him be an apprentice, but he recognized the master, one day as a master and a lifelong father, since the accident of his junior brother, he did not shed a single tear, anger accumulated in his heart little by little, and vowed to kill and take revenge.

But he can't kill it!

It turns out that as the master said, martial arts is useless now, and his talent is very poor, and he can't practice at all, and sure enough, he can't even beat a young girl.

Zhang Jingsong's tone was much calmer, and he didn't look at Zhang Qiao: "He is still lying in the hospital, not dead." The cost of the need, the part that exceeds the medical insurance, the surname Bu must be out, you kill the surname Bu, the cost of medicine used by your junior brother, the cost of care, what should you do? ”

"You are still killing him in public, and you are afraid that you will follow, who will serve your junior brother?"

Zhang Qiao was silent.

He hoped that Master would recognize him, and after twenty years of longing, he seemed to be getting what he wanted, but he was not happy at all.

He wanted to say that the junior brother was like this, and the chances of waking up in the hospital were very small.

Doctors said that the possibility of recovery is almost none, even if he wakes up in the future, the sequelae must be very large, he will lose his health, his brain will be seriously damaged, he will not be able to walk, he can not speak, just like a waste person.

It's not that Zhang Qiao didn't think about what Master said, but he still thinks that Bu Lian deserves to die!

But now that the master has said this, what else can he do?

Bu Lian said quickly: "I must find the best expert to give, give ...... Consultation! ”

He couldn't even remember the name of the person he had injured.

Mu Qingyun glanced quickly outside the school gate.

Speaking of this 'assassination' and conversation, it seems that a long time has passed, but in fact, everything happened in the flash of lightning, and it took no more than ten minutes to finish.

The inspectors arrived, briefly inquired about the situation, and listened to the students and teachers describe the incident in a gossipy manner, and immediately looked solemn, and hurriedly took Bu Lian, Zhang Qiao and Zhang Jingsong into the car.

Mu Qingyun should have been involved more or less, but she was a student and only fifteen years old, so the inspectors didn't hesitate.

In this hesitation, their homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang, ran over out of breath, firmly protecting his students, and staring at the group of inspectors.

The inspectors had no choice but to stop there.

(End of chapter)