The words on the note are both upright and elegant, forming a whole of their own.
Mu Qingyun thought, there are so many benefits to practicing martial arts. Not to mention other things, except that at this age of nearly 100 years, he still has no eyesight, no deafness, and he can write such a powerful and powerful stroke with his hand. Words are the greatest benefit in the world.
On October 15th, the night of the full moon, please give me the divine pearl in exchange for ten years of peace for your younger brother and respected father.
Zhang stayed on October 9th.
Mu Qingyun was helpless, what is the divine bead?
Moreover, exchanging such a pair of troubles for her things, no matter what they are, is not cost-effective.
She remembered that not long ago, the researchers at the memorial tower said that although Zhang Jingsong was a master of the Demon Cult, he never liked killing people. Even his enemies were selectively killed.
Elderly people over fifty years old will not be killed, boys under nine years old will not be killed, girls under fifteen years old will not be killed, pregnant women will not be killed, only sons and daughters in the family will not be killed, and parents, wives and daughters who are sick and need care will not be killed. Miracle doctors don’t kill.
If the time is wrong, he will not kill anyone.
Don’t kill people when farming is busy, don’t kill people before recruiting troops, don’t kill people when raising pay for a declining army.
Mu Qingyun had no choice but to calculate, Jiang Si was less than fifty years old, and Jiang Guotai was over nine years old.
So, what are divine beads?
Mu Qingyun went through his mother's relics that he brought out from the Jiang family. There were twelve pairs of bracelets, six pieces of jade pendants, and a sandalwood box inlaid with gold outlines. It used an old mechanism from the past. It was a simple mechanism box. But there was nothing important inside, just a yellowed prescription.
It was a common bathing recipe they used back then.
When Mu Qingyun saw this recipe, he felt a little warm.
At that time, when everyone was practicing martial arts, the senior sisters built the bathroom in the indoor martial arts arena. Every time the time came, the senior sisters would pick up the new disciples and little babies one by one and throw them into the wooden basin. Go inside.
She sat on the railing, sipping tea and watching the howling cubs making noise there.
At that time, Mu Qingyun had already passed the time when he needed to use such basic prescriptions to regulate his body.
Time flies, and it can still be passed down to this day. It can be seen that the real classics are the most basic and simple things.
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"Oh my god, is this really human??"
Inspector Li stared in amazement as a skinny old man floated over rocks, iron barriers, lakes and high walls like a wisp of smoke, and disappeared in an instant.
The moon was above the treetops and the night was deep. Inspector Li shivered violently, almost suspecting that he had seen a ghost.
The destruction of the memorial tower caused a great sensation in Xiong County. A few days ago, Inspector Li had many people blocked in the office and almost broke his head. In short, all parties put pressure on them to solve the case as soon as possible.
He is not old, but he has been doing patrols for many years, so he has rich experience. He has released news in the past two days, saying that after receiving reports from the masses, suspicious persons were found in the west of the city, so all parties were mobilized to patrol and arrest them.
Secretly, Inspector Li and his men set up a dragnet at the memorial tower, waiting to catch this big fish.
Now the fish is in the net, but this is obviously a big shark!
It's simply scary!
Mu Qingyun saw Inspector Li and Inspector Zou who were supposed to be on the railway in the middle of the night, standing under the pine tree outside the door, like two big golden retrievers wandering at the door of the owner's house, so he had to get up and go to the kitchen to pick up the food. Give them two pots of noodles to eat.
Mrs. Bai is old, sleeps less, gets up early, at two or three o'clock, but she is hungry, so Mu Qingyun prepared some hand-made shrimp ball and tomato soup, plus some hand-rolled noodles, if she wants to eat now One handful will make you very satisfied.
Zou Ming had a look of helplessness on his face. He had been on the train for food and accommodation for the past two days. It was really hard work. He had just returned home today and before he could sleep, he received a call from his old comrade, as if he had taken his life.
He didn't even wash his face, so he was grabbed by Xiao Li and went to visit classmate Xiao Mu's house.
"Is there really such a thing in the world that can't be accomplished easily?"
Inspector Li sighed while eating noodles, "There are more than ten of us, but we haven't even caught up with him."
Mu Qingyun smiled and simply handed the note she received today to Li Xunchang and the others.
The two looked at each other, especially Inspector Li, who was horrified and asked: "What do you mean?"
In other words, this old man thought he could live for another ten years. If he couldn't get what he wanted, he would keep an eye on Jiang Si and Jiang Guotai every day for the past ten years.
Mu Qingyun smiled and thought to himself: Jiang Si is unlucky because he is too young.
People get married early at this time of year. The original person was already fifteen years old, while Jiang Si was only thirty-six. In later generations, there would be a lot of unmarried people at this age, and there would be no big problem in calling themselves babies.
When he reaches fifty, Zhang Jingsong and Mr. Zhang won't do anything to him.
However, Mu Qingyun was not in a hurry.
Nowadays, it is no longer an era when people in Jianghu show off their ferocity and the court does not care. If something happens, just ask for inspection.
But Senior Zhang was nearly a hundred years old and had made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty. Mu Qingyun still followed the old rules and hung a hospitality lamp outside the pavilion. There was an auspicious cloud symbol on the lamp, which was the symbol of Baiyun Gate.
If in the old days, friends from all walks of life would see such a sign from a distance, they would all know that Baiyunmen was hosting a banquet for distinguished guests. They were not allowed to cause trouble or cause trouble for ten miles around.
Mu Qingyun drank a cup of tea and saw the old man walking on the moon. Zhang Jingsong was a thief and never knew what the rules were. She thought that the old man was showing off another wonderful light skill and flew in directly from the wall, but she didn't expect him. The old man walked politely through the back door and cleaned the soles of his shoes outside the gate.
Zhang Jingsong slowly rubbed the black mud off the soles of his shoes and sighed inwardly.
After all, he is old.
When he was crossing the river just now, he accidentally got muddy. Not to mention decades ago, even ten years ago, it would not have happened.
Zhang Jingsong glanced at the woods outside the door, and entered the pavilion with a straight face. When he saw Mu Qingyun standing up and cupping his hands, he stepped aside and said, "I can't afford it."
In the woods not far away, Inspector Li carefully swatted the mosquitoes that came towards him one after another.
It's already October, and the mosquitoes are still not gone, which is really annoying.
"Why is this old man so polite to Mr. Mu?"
Before meeting him, Inspector Li thought he was an old man with an eccentric and unruly personality. Judging from his age, he might have recognized Old Hero Zhang, or maybe he was an enemy. Passing by Xiong County, he knew that Old Hero Zhang actually had a name on the tower. , suddenly felt resentful, and then destroyed the inscription in anger.
But at this moment, it was completely different.
The old man's clothes are very clean, but there are thick patches on his elbows and knees. The stitching is fine and the fabric is similar to the original one. You can't tell if you don't look carefully.
His shoes were a pair of fashionable sneakers, well polished, but not something he would wear at his age.
Is it possible that a master like him would choose the shoes of his children and grandchildren?
(End of chapter)
