Who will lose and who will win?
Mu Qingyun pondered for a long time. With her eyesight, she was not sure for a moment. She just comforted: "After all, Zhang Delin can't escape."
Inspector Li was a little frightened: "Hiss!"
He also knew that this man couldn't escape.
It has reached this point, and there are hundreds of brothers from all walks of life who have come to support him. With such a huge consumption of manpower and material resources, how could he be allowed to escape.
But Ping An An, he got this guy in smoothly, but if he accidentally performed a few first-class merits and got this guy in, everyone still really wanted to choose Ping An An.
"I don't want first-class merit, not at all!"
Mu Qingyun looked solemn.
Zhang Delin was indeed unexpected.
It was also Taibai's swordsmanship. Her senior brother Xiaolou's swordsmanship was as powerful as the Yangtze River rushing down the river, while Zhang Delin's was like a cold pool in the forest, bone-chilling, with an indescribable depth of meaning.
If you weren't particularly familiar with Baiyun Sect and its swordsmanship, you wouldn't be able to recognize that the two of them came from the same sect.
But I have to admit that Senior Brother Xiaolou is very powerful.
Zhang Delin is no less impressive.
But after looking at it for a long time, she could tell that Brother Xiaolou's sword did not have murderous intent, but was rather sad. Zhang Delin was much more ruthless and vicious, but there was also a kind of anger in this ruthless and vicious sword.
Mu Qingyun thought about it carefully and remembered that one year, a senior fellow from the Divine Sword Sect was betrayed by his friend. When he went to confront his friend, there was a fight in the martial arts field. There was an indescribable feeling in the sword technique. Anger is similar to the feeling revealed in Zhang Delin's moves.
However, in such a short period of time, the battle between the two people has become fierce. With each move, the sword energy was flowing freely. Zhang Delin was sweating like rain, and his breathing began to become heavy.
The inspectors became nervous.
Inspector Li whispered: "How is it? Zhang Delin is about to lose, isn't he?"
Mu Qingyun felt a pinch in her heart. She felt that her senior brother's face was white and transparent. He was not sweating profusely. There was only a slight amount of sweat on his forehead. However, as soon as the sweat came out, she felt an unspeakable danger. She always felt that Every sword that Senior Brother Xiaolou uses now seems to be the last time he uses it in his life.
This sense of crisis is unclear.
But Mu Qingyun has experienced countless lives and deaths, and has seen countless comrades fall in front of her eyes. She can instinctively feel danger.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Qingyun looked around, picked up a child's bicycle from the corridor, and rushed upstairs. The moment Zhang Delin and the small building suddenly collided, she kicked off He ran up the high wall behind him for a few steps, and hit his senior brother Xiaolou in the back with a backhand palm. The small building was fixed, Zhang Delin suddenly staggered two steps back, Mu Qingyun stepped forward with a wrong step, and picked up the bicycle with a bicycle He grabbed Zhang Delin's shoulders and pressed him against the wall.
Click, click.
Zhang Delin's arms were twisted and dislocated by Mu Qingyun.
Only then did the inspectors catch up suddenly, and Mu Qingyun twisted Zhang Delin's ankle twice more.
Several patrols just pretended not to see him and said nothing.
To be honest, for such a fierce person as Zhang Delin, they would inevitably be on tenterhooks during the escort. It was quite reassuring to have Classmate Mu take care of him a few times.
Mu Qingyun: "Huh."
She looked back at her senior brother.
Xiaolou's face was expressionless, his skin was white and transparent, with only a hint of sickly redness on his cheeks, and his eyes were blue, giving him a sickly look.
Mu Qingyun whispered: "Senior brother is injured? There are many elixirs in our sect. Senior brother, please remember to eat more and use more. This kind of thing is for eating. If you leave it alone, it will only get older and older. If you don't eat it, it will be a waste." .”
There was a little smile in Xiaolou's eyes, and he suddenly reached out his hand and gently touched Mu Qingyun's beautiful hair: "Ah Qing looks so good, it's great."
The two people walked all the way downstairs.
Zhang Delin was dragged downstairs by a group of patrolmen. He looked back at the small building all the way. When he came downstairs, before anyone else got into the car, his voice was as hoarse as cracking. He roared: "Little building, it's the master who has been saying, he If I want Baiyun Sect to be as prosperous as it was back then, he will teach me over and over again and make me promise him to revive the sect."
"Master also said that you are cold-tempered and don't like to take care of things. From now on, you can just practice peacefully in the mountains. You cannot shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving the sect. I am different. I am smart, flexible and decisive. Although it is a bit It’s a small problem to do whatever it takes to achieve the goal, but it’s better to have a firm goal than to be lazy and do nothing.”
"The old man said that I will be his direct disciple from now on. Although he also said that Baiyun Sect had countless direct disciples back then, but later only one remained, and the ones who remained were just mountain guards. In fact, the more disciples, the better. What about direct disciples? Everyone in the sect is his disciple, and there is no need to be restricted in terms of martial arts training, but I am still a personal disciple, and I am."
"Everything I did was for the revival of Baiyun Sect and for Master to realize his dream. At that time, the misunderstanding had already occurred and the mistake had been made. What was wrong with me concealing it? What was wrong with me wanting to protect Master's reputation? Why? You became a direct disciple and the senior brother of Baiyun Sect, but I was expelled from the sect? Why should master surrender and die? "
Zhang Delin closed his eyes, "Unless I die, I will not give up, Xiaolou, unless I die."
Xiaolou was a little at a loss.
He is not good at words.
Moreover, he has already told his senior brother countless times what he can say, what he wants to say, what he can explain, and what should be explained, and he has nothing to say.
Zhang Delin was put into the car. Xiaolou walked over, knocked on the car window, took out a silk bag from his pocket, took out a silver chain and handed it over: "Brother, here you go, you forgot it on the mountain."
The small silver chain is very thin, with a silver medal on it, a tiger on the front, and the birth date on the back.
Zhang Delin couldn't move his arm, so Xiaolou handed it to the patrolman next to him: "Please help me get it."
Inspection: "..."
Zhang Delin lowered his head, closed his eyes, and said no more.
At this time, most of the crowd had been evacuated, leaving only a group of parties involved and a group of victims, comforted by their relatives and friends. Some were still crying, and some had recovered from their fear and were a little excited to talk about the thrill just now.
Jiang Minhua lay in Li Conle's arms, crying hard.
She was the most frightened of all the people. Even the doctor suggested that she go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Before getting in the car, Jiang Minhua couldn't help but look back at Mu Qingyun secretly, and then instantly shrank back.
After all the hard work, the sun was setting and even the street lights on the roadside were on.
Mu Qingyun and Xiaolou finally escaped from being surrounded by a group of curious patrollers. They found a small restaurant nearby and managed to eat three portions of fried rice per person.
In fact, they were not full, but Mu Qingyun felt that if she asked for another portion each, the boss would probably suspect that they had some kind of gastrointestinal disease.
