"Senior Zhang, drink tea."
Zhang Jingsong froze and sighed: "I am so old, and I still act like a young person who can't recognize me. Also, among the Mu family of Baiyun Sect, which one is easy to get along with?"
His hair is snow-white, his stature is stooped, and he looks very old. There is no shadow of the red maple leaves of the past. However, he still has the air of a master when he only sits and lies down, exhales and makes sounds.
Zhang Jingsong was silent for a moment. When he saw Mu Qingyun pouring tea for him, he picked it up and tasted it, with a hint of strange cherishment in his eyes: "I really didn't expect it."
When he was a child, he regarded the heroes of the Baiyun Sect as guiding lights in his life. Every time he lost strength during practice, he would think about the masters of the Baiyun Sect he had met back then.
But later, by some strange combination of circumstances, he actually joined the Demon Cult, and he never dared to mention the words "Baiyun Sect" again.
When most of the body is about to be buried in the ground, they can actually have a little interaction with the clean place above the clouds, even if it is just with their younger generation. Maybe this younger generation doesn't know them as much as they do. Zhang Jingsong still felt an indescribable sense of relief, and also had a hint of sadness.
Time is the most terrible thing.
Zhang Jingsong stared at Mu Qingyun, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the picture of a flying lady in their ancestral hall, and suddenly smiled and said: "Little friend Mu, you look a bit like the fairy in my family's painting."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Even though Zhang Jingsong is poor, his ancestors were rich and distinguished, unlike other families. In addition to their ancestors, there is also a painting enshrined in their ancestral hall.
That painting is a treasure. Although paper is said to have a lifespan of a thousand years, only really good paper can have such a long life. Their paintings are truly thousands of years old. They have been through wars but have not been damaged at all, and are still as fresh as new.
There is a flying fairy in the painting.
Zhang Jingsong likes painting and is good at painting. Every time he worships his ancestors, he spends a long time looking at it. Although he only saw it when he was a boy, he still remembers it fresh.
The fairy's appearance seemed to be shrouded in mist and he couldn't see clearly, but when he saw Mu Qingyun today, he had such a confused idea in his mind that she looked like the fairy.
If it were decades ago, when he was still young, he would never care about such inexplicable thoughts and would never say them out loud. But now that he is almost a hundred years old, he speaks his mind freely and says whatever he wants. .
At his age, the time left is less than the amount of sand in the palm of his hand, and when it is too late to seize every day, there is no need to hide his thoughts.
Zhang Jingsong sighed: "My kung fu skills were not good before. I was only good at escaping and killing monsters, but running away was useless. So for the past ten years, I have been practicing stupid kung fu that I dismissed before."
"Open Mountain Palm, Wuji Staff, after practicing, I realized that those who said that I am only good at dexterity and not good at open and close kung fu are all nonsense. This person is pushing it to the head. As long as he is not a true martial arts idiot, there is nothing he can't practice." ?”
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows and suddenly pushed the stone table. The stone table, which was the size of a millstone, hit Zhang Jingsong's face.
Zhang Jingsong's words stopped abruptly, and he shrank back, just in time to get out of the way of the stone table. He was surprised to see the table grazing his cheek and flying out of the pavilion. He tapped his toes and chased him out in an instant. He chased for more than ten meters and fished it out. , without making a sound, the stone table was returned to its original position.
Not far away, Yi Qian squatted in a corner and inspected the woods, and his telescope almost fell to the ground.
Inspector Li's whispers suddenly disappeared.
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but feel suspicious. Could it be that someone could really make themselves look like a centenarian without revealing any flaws?
Zhang Jingsong pressed his hands on the table, his waist seemed to collapse a little more, and he stared at Mu Qingyun without saying a word.
"What is there in Grandma Bai's little white building that Old Hero Zhang should be afraid of?"
Mu Qingyun blinked and asked with a smile.
When Zhang Jingsong heard the word 'hero', his face twitched and he felt numb at all. He couldn't help lowering his voice and said angrily: "You little girl——"
Mu Qingyun laughed: "Just now you were saying that I look like a fairy."
At this moment, all the lanterns hanging on the pavilion fell down and scattered all over the floor. There was no trace of the confrontation between the masters of the martial arts in the old days.
Mu Qingyun looked at Zhang Jingsong: "I've always been a little strange. Old hero Zhang really liked to post Zhang Maple Leaf before stealing. At that time, people thought he was very elegant, but he was not so elegant when stealing. He did all kinds of fancy things. There are so many that the master of suffering never thinks of where you come from."
"Moreover, you old man has been fighting monsters for so long. If your heart is not ruthless and black enough, how can you continue to fight?"
"That day, when you stole my backpack at the overpass, you didn't even leave the notebook in my pocket, and you didn't even think of following the rules of the world and announcing your name first. Why did you do it at Xiaobailou? So polite?"
"I really thought that the old man would touch my place from head to toe while I was in school."
As long as the old lady was at home, Zhang Jingsong sat in the same room with her for three hours, and she didn't notice any problems.
Mu Qingyun suddenly laughed: "Is it possible that there is something here that the old hero is afraid of? Or is it a person? Or, the old hero has fallen in love with Grandma Bai?"
"..."
Zhang Jingsong's face turned pale green.
Mu Qingyun understood: "There is someone who is afraid. This person wants to protect Grandma Bai, so you don't even dare to make any noise."
In an instant, Mu Qingyun guessed that there was an old monster hiding in this big white building. After all, Zhang Jingsong, an old man of his age, did not even dare to mention him. After guessing it, he could just guess it.
Is it still possible to move?
Do you really think it’s so easy to meet lovely neighbors, a comfortable house, and cheap rent?
Zhang Jingsong lowered his head, closed his eyes, and whispered: "I am indeed a little scared, but you have been either at school or in the community these past few days, and I really can't wait any longer."
When he raised his head, he finally showed the panic that ordinary people would have.
"My grandson was in a car accident, and the doctor said he was in a cortical state, that is, a vegetative state."
Zhang Jingsong looked at a loss.
He was such a nice person. When he got up early and went out, he ate five large bowls of rice and was scolded a few times. As a result, in the evening, the traffic inspection department and the hospital called him one after another, saying that he was in the hospital and still alive, but that didn't count. alive.
Zhang Jingsong looked dull, and Mu Qingyun looked at him, feeling a little sad in his heart.
The death of a hero is inherently sad.
He was silent for a long time, stood up, and whispered: "There is a divine bead in Baiyun Gate, which has miraculous effects on those who practice martial arts. Taking it can strengthen the body and warm the soul. I think it can definitely save my son."
Mu Qingyun was not secretive and said directly: "I have never been to Baiyun Gate and don't know anything. If I have it and the old hero wants it, I will give it to you immediately with both hands."
Zhang Jingsong was stunned.
(End of chapter)
