Mu Qingyun was startled.
Zhang Jingsong's eyes never turned red when he mentioned that his grandson was seriously injured and became a vegetative state.
He has gone through so many hardships and dangers, and so many close calls with death, and his old friends and relatives have probably all moved on.
At his age, he is either more afraid of death or has already figured out life and death.
Zhang Jingsong is obviously the latter.
Mu Qingyun has been in contact with this old man for a short time, but he can feel that he is somewhat longing for the upcoming eternal sleep.
He even waited for the day that would inevitably come with an extremely joyful attitude.
Mu Qingyun did not dare to say that he truly understood this emotion, but he also had some insights. One after another, his partners fell on the eve of dawn.
The moment he sets foot on the battlefield, no one knows whether he 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, those who survived should live well, and those who left could only look for the forerunners.
I remember that a senior sister coaxed the little ones who had just joined the army and told them that their senior brothers and sisters would prepare their favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake and glutinous rice wine under Jiuquan, so there was no need to be afraid.
After all, I am still afraid.
But as time passed, everyone suddenly felt that they had worked hard to live, and if one day they could really meet their old friends, Huangquan would be a beautiful scenery, whether it was cold or desolate.
Zhang Jingsong is just like those people she has met before, looking forward to that day.
At his age, the tears will dry up long ago.
At this moment, the furrowed face was full of tears. They say that when a beautiful woman sheds tears, it makes people feel distressed, but when an old man sheds tears, it only makes people hateful.
But Zhang Jingsong stood hunched over by the green bushes of the school. His whole body was dusty, like a shadow that might disappear at any time. The tears on his face made Mu Qingyun tremble slightly.
"The Baiyun Sect has gone through countless times. The sect leader led everyone to die, leaving the young disciples to guard the gate. He wandered on the edge of losing the inheritance several times, but everyone was able to fight hard and rescue him."
Zhang Jingsong looked at Mu Qingyun, "But back then the Baiyun Sect could survive with difficulty. No matter how difficult it was, there were still disciples who could pass on the inheritance and guard the mountain. What about now? I heard that the eldest disciple of Mu Changmen had no time to pass on the disciples, so he went crazy. All his internal organs were injured and he died on the top of Tianshan Mountain."
"Now, you are the only successor of Baiyun Sect. You are still so young, so you definitely have no disciples. If something happens to you, Baiyun Sect will become a legend in the pile of old papers. No, it has always lived in seclusion in the world, and you can't find it in the pile of old papers. There is no record.”
Zhang Jingsong's eyebrows twitched, he closed his eyes, and suddenly murmured to himself, "Actually, it's nothing. It doesn't matter whether those old and decayed things are passed on or not."
"I have no intention of passing on my own skills!"
At that time, many masters could not teach their sons well. There was no other way. Practicing martial arts was a hard job. It is not a lie to say that a strict teacher will produce a good disciple.
How can you be so cruel to your own flesh and blood and force him to practice Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer, practicing non-stop every day?
Even if it is severe enough, it is reluctant to hit too hard.
But unlike learning anything else, if you don’t practice martial arts, it won’t be successful at all.
Nowadays, it is extremely uneconomical for children to practice martial arts, and it is useless even if they practice it. How can you still fight with others every day?
If you lose, you will go to the hospital; if you win, you will go to the inspection department.
The same time and energy spent on studying will give children a bright future, but if they spend the same time and energy on martial arts training, they will not be of use even if they want to find a serious job in the future.
He had no way to teach his grandson. The child's physical condition was too bad. If he didn't practice martial arts, he probably wouldn't be able to raise him. However, he didn't even tell his grandson the name of his martial arts.
"If my grandson hadn't practiced martial arts, he might not be lying in the hospital now."
He wouldn't suffer in such despair.
It can be seen that practicing martial arts is really useless at the moment.
Mu Qingyun looked at Zhang Jingsong in silence. He was looking up at Boss Bu on the high platform, whose speech was so exciting that his eyes filled with tears.
When the students around him saw Zhang Jingsong, they probably didn't feel anything at all and just regarded him as an ordinary old man. However, Mu Qingyun's whole body tensed up, a thin layer of knots appeared on his arms, and his blood boiled.
She couldn't help but raise her eyelids to look at the sky, revealing a beautiful white eye.
If this place wasn't a school, if the people standing next to her weren't her classmates and teachers, if she didn't see Xiao Cai pouring tea for Bu Lian at the front desk, she definitely couldn't let the driver take the blame for this, as if nothing had happened and she was still in the mood to do it. The charitable beast had a fight with Zhang Jingsong.
But, what can she advise others?
Who is Zhang Jingsong? In the past, Maple Leaf Red would always repay kindness and revenge. Now she was shocked to encounter this difficulty. She asked him to be merciful and not to kill any living beings?
The wind blew tighter and tighter, which was somewhat like her mood at this moment.
Mu Qingyun made a choice, took off the bandage 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 the bandage."
The old man paused and sighed, "If you don't take action, you won't take action. Once you do, it should be thunderous and show no mercy. Those who are soft-minded will not live long."
Mu Qingyun was helpless: "This is school, No. 3 Middle School."
Zhang Jingsong nodded: "Yes."
He smiled again, "If you want to make some unspeakable noise here, you have to step on the red line."
The Ming Dynasty is now making great efforts to improve public security, not to mention in schools, but also outside. Once someone kills someone, there will be a dragnet and there will be no way to escape.
Zhang Jingsong said quietly: "I am ninety-eight years old. How old is Bu Lian?"
Boss Bu is thirty-eight this year.
"There's no way I can live for a few more decades. Bu Lian still has a few more decades to live."
Zhang Jingsong whispered.
Mu Qingyun raised his head, and Bu Lian came down from the stage, preparing to take everyone to visit the computer room. The student representatives in the school gathered around and shook hands with Bu Lian.
For a time, the main street of the school was boiling like boiled porridge, and it was extremely lively.
Mu Qingyun sighed instantly.
There was a sudden sound of wind and thunder in his ears, and Mu Qingyun turned his head in shock. Under the skin of Zhang Jingsong's face, there was a faint metallic color.
"Duanyun?"
Mu Qingyun was shocked and inexplicable.
In this era of decline and depression, there are still people practicing kung fu like 'Breaking Clouds'?
Thinking again, this person was almost a hundred years old, and she swallowed back her heart that was about to spit out.
But he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
In the past few years, she relied on her own talent to reward her hard work and learned everything quickly. No matter who she competed with or what she was comparing to, she always had the upper hand, and she never complained that she might not be inferior to others.
Today, you may have to experience the joy of hitting a wall.
(End of chapter)
