The man's anger was beyond words, he cried blood, and his eyes pierced Boss Bu's cheek, as cold as a knife, murderous and making people tremble.
Boss Bu almost felt as if he had been torn to pieces by this man, and he was too frightened to say a word.
Zhang Jingsong looked at his child and did not stop him from calling him master for the first time, his expression couldn't help but feel a little sad.
The guy in front of me, who is in his thirties and is immature and looks like a child, has the same surname as Zhang Qiao. In fact, he is not really his serious disciple.
This child's parents are gone and he grew up in an orphanage.
The life in the orphanage is passable, and the allocation from the state is quite sufficient. After all, the Ming Dynasty is very particular about not suffering the children no matter how hard it is. Even a few years ago, the people did not have enough to eat. The children in the orphanage On the contrary, they can afford two meals a day, which is better than the children who grew up outside.
But the old dean is not too young, and it is very difficult to take care of so many children. Moreover, the children here are not saying that they can live happily if they have enough to eat and drink.
Zhang Qiao didn't like staying in the orphanage and always ran to the streets. When he was eight years old, he accidentally bumped into Zhang Jingsong practicing Qinggong and became obsessed with him.
Zhang Jingsong had already made up his mind that he would never accept any more disciples except for the sake of his son's health.
He really doesn't want to pass on his martial arts skills.
After all, martial arts is really useless nowadays. Besides, the kung fu he practices is very different from the orthodox kung fu. It is not very orthodox in the first place. In this era, there is no need for it.
But Zhang Qiao, this child, really has a heart-breaking stubbornness. When Zhang Jingsong looked at him, he thought of himself. So, he was so soft-hearted that he just taught him casually. He only wanted to coax the children to play and keep fit by the way. The fancy martial arts all over the streets are the same.
Unexpectedly, the child's talent is not bad, but his effort is 200%.
Occasionally, he revealed one or two words of true knowledge, and with this little bit of true knowledge, he was able to practice quite well, better than when he was young.
Zhang Jingsong thought, maybe this is fate.
After getting along for a long time, they are like a family. They refuse to recognize their disciples, 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, namely Zhang Qiao and his grandson.
The old man turned his attention to Mu Qingyun.
Mu Qingyun stood easily beside Boss Bu, his limbs were relaxed and his posture was graceful, showing absolutely no sign of alertness.
But this is the scariest thing.
At Zhang Jingsong's age, he can actually see the details of the young warriors he has met over the years, whether they are just fooling around with passion or outstanding talents.
He could tell whether the basic skills of these children were solid or not, and how well they practiced martial arts.
But now when facing the little girl of the Mu family, he made frequent mistakes.
Every time he sees her, the threat this girl brings to him increases a lot. This increase is usually measured in years, not days.
That is to say, he has seen geniuses whose abilities surpass those of countless eras, and he can barely remain calm about this.
If his old buddies could live to this day, they would probably suspect that their old age was spent on dogs when they saw this little girl from the Mu family.
Even he couldn't help but feel this way.
"Zhang Qiao, do you think your martial arts is amazing?"
Zhang Qiao stared and said nothing.
Zhang Jingsong sneered, stepped aside suddenly, and threw the dagger in his hand back to Zhang Qiao with a whoosh: "Okay, then you do it."
Mu Qingyun: "!!"
Zhang Qiao's Qinggong was extremely good. Before his master finished speaking, he pointed his toes, like an enraged bird that had lost its chick, and stabbed Bulian in the face.
All the security guards not far away didn't care about the changes in their bodies. They all exclaimed and rushed forward.
Mu Qingyun sighed, leaned slightly, and in an instant moved from the side to the front of Bu Lian. He quickly turned his palms into fingers, pointed the dagger at Zhang Qiao with one finger, and hit him right between the eyebrows with the other finger.
Zhang Qiao suddenly lost his breath, and his whole body was like a kite with broken strings. It hit the ground with a pop, and then he managed to lift it up and half-knelt on the ground, panting.
He looked at Mu Qingyun's young face in disbelief.
Mu Qingyun also stared at Zhang Jingsong with a grimace, sighed, cupped his fists and saluted: "Senior Zhang is indeed compassionate!"
Zhang Jingsong's face was expressionless: "When I was young, I would probably have to call myself a coward."
He is so cowardly that he doesn't even dare to kill his enemies!
Mu Qingyun smiled bitterly: "Old senior, all this is for the children of the younger generation."
Zhang Qiao stood up slowly, tears finally falling. His master refused to let him be his apprentice, but he recognized his master. Once he was a master, he was always a father. Ever since his junior brother's accident, he had not shed a single tear and became a little angry. Accumulated in his heart, he vowed to kill for revenge.
But he can't kill him!
It turns out that just as the master said, martial arts is useless now, and he is very talented and cannot practice well at all. Sure enough, he can't even beat a young girl.
Zhang Jingsong's tone was much calmer, and he did not go to see Zhang Qiao: "He is still lying in the hospital, not dead. Any expenses that exceed the medical insurance will be paid by Bu. If you kill Bu, your junior brother will use it." What should I do with the medical expenses and the nursing expenses?”
"You are still killing him in public, and you are afraid that you will follow suit. Who will serve your junior brother?"
Zhang Qiao was silent.
He had been hoping that his master would recognize him for twenty years, but now he seemed to have gotten what he wanted, but he was not happy at all.
He wanted to say that with his current appearance, the chance of his junior brother waking up in the hospital was very small.
Doctors said that there was almost no possibility of recovery. Even if he regained consciousness in the future, the sequelae would be extremely serious. He would lose his healthy body and his brain would be severely damaged. He would be unable to walk or speak, and would look like a disabled person.
It's not that Zhang Qiao hasn't thought about what his master said, but he still thinks that Bulian deserves to die!
But now that Master is talking about this, what else can he do?
Bu Lian quickly said: "I will definitely find the best expert for... consultation!"
He didn't even remember the name of the person he injured.
Mu Qingyun quickly glanced outside the school gate.
Speaking of this 'assassination' and conversation, it seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact everything happened in a flash of lightning, and from the beginning to the end, it took no more than ten minutes.
The inspectors arrived and briefly asked about the situation. After listening to the students and teachers describing the incident, they suddenly looked solemn and quickly took Bu Lian, Zhang Qiao and Zhang Jingsong into the car.
Mu Qingyun should be involved to some extent, but she was a student and only fifteen years old, so the inspectors hesitated.
During this moment of hesitation, their class teacher, Teacher Wang, ran over panting, firmly protecting his students, and staring at the patrollers.
The inspectors had no choice but to give up.
(End of chapter)
