The head teacher of Grade 1, Grade 1, Canghai No. 1 Middle School was going crazy.
It's almost the college entrance examination, and Mu Qingyun actually asked for leave! !
If other students ask for leave, it will be summer soon. If they ask for leave, they will ask for leave. The class teacher will not take it too seriously. But Mu Qingyun is different. Mu Qingyun will take the college entrance examination this year.
Yanzhou University has been keeping a very close eye on her and has long wanted to take her away. The school has done a lot of work and resisted the pressure to keep the little girl to take the college entrance examination. If she fails the exam this time, the university will definitely I don't have the patience to wait another year.
The head teacher, Teacher Gu, pitifully held Mu Qingyun's hand and took her to the car sent by the inspection department. He reluctantly let go and still stood at the school gate, refusing to leave.
The driver over there simply didn't dare to breathe harder.
The young man responsible for picking up Mu Qingyun for inspection glanced behind him and felt his heart pounding: "Oh my god, with this posture, I almost thought I was a bad guy kidnapping other students. It's really scary."
After taking a breath for a while, the little inspector briefly explained the situation to Mu Qingyun.
"Now Zhang Delin lives at the east end of the shanty town, only a block away from the railway line."
The little inspector took out the photo and showed it to Mu Qingyun. Mu Qingyun knew immediately that Delin was indeed an expert in this photo. No wonder he was able to escape smoothly for so long.
He was at the highest point of the shanty town, a tube building. Apparently, the dozen residents upstairs and two elderly people with limited mobility were all his hostages now, not just Jiang Minhua.
There were his younger brothers watching downstairs. When he climbed up and looked far away, he could see all the patrols' arrangements, and the snipers couldn't find a suitable sniping point.
With his skill, he can jump directly from the roof to the opposite building without going downstairs, and he can completely escape from the roof.
As soon as Mu Qingyun passed by, he saw that some of the inspectors looked familiar and some looked unfamiliar. A familiar inspector called her over as soon as he saw her.
"Chief Commander, let our experts come and tell us. With that gangster's skills, he can really run away from the roof easily. Moreover, his hearing and eyesight are amazing. It will be difficult for our commandos to escape." Get closer without disturbing him."
The chief criminal was probably in his thirties, with a majestic face and a hint of hesitation in his expression. He turned to look at Mu Qingyun and said in a low voice: "You are Mu Qingyun, classmate Mu. I have seen your information. I don't know." Can you help us determine how high Zhang Delin’s martial arts is?"
Mu Qingyun pondered for a moment and suddenly understood the meaning of these inspections. He pointed to a six-story building next to him and said, "I'll show you."
As she spoke, she raised her breath, jumped lightly, grabbed the cracks in the bricks of the outer wall, and rubbed a few times. In the blink of an eye at most, she was on the roof, and then climbed down from the roof easily. , got on the roof of the small shop next to the street, and slid down.
Chief Xing: "...Is Zhang Delin's martial arts higher than that of Mr. Mu?"
When he thought about the other person's age and looked at Mu Qingyun's young and cute face, he suddenly felt frightened.
Mu Qingyun said solemnly: "His martial arts will not be higher than mine, but what I just did is just ordinary, and it really doesn't require high martial arts."
Inspections: "..."
"I can tell that Zhang Delin must have been carefully taught by masters when practicing martial arts. His basic skills are very solid. Although he doesn't express himself too much, there is nothing frivolous about his martial arts."
"If you follow what my master said, this is the thought that master puts into cultivating a direct disciple who has established himself in the family. Cultivating such a disciple consumes enough resources to start a hundred ordinary disciples, and he is now He is in his prime, so we allowed him to break into such a complicated place without trapping him on the mountain. It will indeed take a lot of effort to deal with him."
Mu Qingyun thought that what he said was to the point, and he immediately became nervous during the inspection.
It was already getting late at this time, the sun was setting, and it would soon be dark.
There were faint sounds of crying on the roof.
The negotiator over there was holding a loudspeaker. He was frothing and his mouth was dry. He only heard a chuckle and a click from above.
"Ah!"
One of the people screamed.
Everyone looked solemn.
"It's my grandpa, grandpa!"
The family members downstairs were crying and the scene was chaotic.
Zhang Delin was sitting on the edge of the building, as if he was not afraid of so many patrols coming downstairs: "Don't worry, I just broke an old man's arm. His eyes were wandering and dishonest. Negotiators downstairs, don't use your clichés." Tell me, if I want to say something that is a hundred times better than what you said, you can ask Mu Qingyun over there, how is my practice of summoning gods, is it authentic or not?"
The chief criminal and the inspection team couldn't help but look a little ugly, and they all looked at Mu Qingyun.
Mu Qingyun: "...The art of summoning gods is a forbidden art for masters. We never learn it."
She suddenly raised her voice a little higher: "However, Zhang Delin must have only learned a little bit, and his path has gone astray. The real magic of summoning gods is used to cure diseases and save people. It can bring the possessed master back from the edge of collapse. Now he is If you use it as something to deceive people, it’s really worth it.”
The sound on the roof suddenly fell silent.
Several inspectors looked at each other in surprise.
They didn't think what Mu Qingyun said was serious, it sounded like just a few casual words, but for some reason, they always felt that Zhang Delin was particularly concerned about it.
After a long while, when Zhang Delin spoke again, all the smile in his voice was gone, leaving nothing but ice.
"Let Xiaolou come over. I want to see him. If you let me see him, I will let Jiang Minhua go."
Mu Qingyun said softly: "Although I don't care about Jiang Minhua's life or death, I still sent an email to my senior brother. He will definitely come over when he sees it. But I'm afraid you have to wait. There is nothing you can do if you don't wait. He is here As for our Baiyun Sect, no matter how good our Qinggong is, we can't fly there in just one second."
With that said, Mu Qingyun found a place to sit down, and asked someone to bring a teapot and teacup, and then went to buy some solid meals.
Not far away, Li Congle, who was being held down by several patrolmen, saw Mu Qingyun's appearance and burst into tears: "How could she do this? How could she do this? She is scaring the other party like this. What if someone takes it out on Minhua!"
Li Congle couldn't stand still and cried so hard that his whole body became weak.
Jiang Si's hands were full of cold sweat. He supported Li Congle and pushed the inspectors away and squeezed in. However, he pressed his wife hard and prevented her from shouting loudly: "At times like this, you have to be calmer and quieter. Don't let it happen." We Minhua heard it."
He was worried that if Minhua heard her parents' voices and started crying in a fit of excitement, she would offend the man named Zhang and suffer hardship.
(End of chapter)
