My imagination has come true

Chapter 441
The words on the note are both correct and elegant, and they are self-contained.

Mu Qingyun thought, the benefits of practicing martial arts are too numerous to mention, not to mention anything else, but this year, at nearly a hundred years old, he is still not blind and deaf, and it is good to be able to write such a powerful sentence by raising his hand. Words are the greatest benefit in the world.

On October [-]th, the night of the full moon, please exchange your god bead for ten years of peace for your younger brother and respected father.

Zhang stayed on the ninth day of October.

Mu Qingyun was helpless, what is the divine pearl?
Moreover, it is not worthwhile to exchange such a pair for her things, no matter what they are.

She remembered that not long ago, the researchers at the memorial tower said that although Zhang Jingsong was a master of the Devil's Cult, he never liked to kill people, and even his enemies were picked and killed.

Elderly people over the age of 50 are not killed, boys under the age of nine are not killed, girls under the age of 15 are not killed, pregnant women are not killed, the only child in the family is not killed, parents, wives and daughters are sick and in need of care, and miracle doctors are not killed. kill.

The time is wrong, and he doesn't kill people.

Don't kill people when farming is busy, don't kill people before conscription, don't kill people when raising salaries for beheaded soldiers.

Mu Qingyun had no choice but to figure it out, Jiang Si was less than 50 years old, and Jiang Guotai was also over nine years old.

So, what is Shenzhu?
Mu Qingyun looked through the belongings of his mother that he had brought out from Jiang's house. There were twelve pairs of bracelets, six pieces of jade pendants, and a sandalwood box inlaid with gold and strokes. But there was nothing important in it, only a yellowing prescription.

It was the bathing recipe they used to use back then.

When Mu Qingyun saw this prescription, he was a little kind.

At that time when everyone practiced martial arts, the senior sisters built the bathroom in the indoor martial arts arena. Every time the time came, the senior sisters scooped up the new disciples and little dolls one by one and threw them into the tub to go.

She was sitting on the railing, sipping tea and admiring the howling cubs making a fuss there.

At that time, Mu Qingyun had passed the time when he needed to use such a basic prescription to recuperate his body.

Time flies, and it can still be passed down to this day. It can be seen that the real classic is the most basic and simple thing.
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"My god, is this really human??"

Inspector Li stared dumbfounded at a skinny old man who floated across rocks, iron barriers, lakes and high walls like a wisp of smoke, and disappeared in an instant.

The moon was on the treetops, and the night was deep. Li Xunzhan shivered suddenly, and suspected that he had seen a ghost.

The destruction of the memorial tower caused a great commotion in Xiongxian County. A few days ago, inspector Li blocked many people in the office and almost didn't break their heads. In short, all parties put pressure on them to solve the case as soon as possible.

He is not very old, but he has been doing inspections for many years, and he has rich experience. In the past two days, he released news that he had received reports from the masses and found suspicious people in the west of the city, so he mobilized all parties to search and arrest.

Secretly, inspector Li led his people to set up a net on the side of the memorial tower, just waiting to catch this big fish.

Now the fish is caught in the net, but this is clearly a big shark!
Just scared to death!
In the middle of the night, Mu Qingyun saw Li Xunzhang, and Zou Xunzhan who was supposed to be on the railway, standing under the pine tree outside the door, like two big golden retrievers wandering around the door of the owner's house, so he had to get up and go to the kitchen to pick them up. Give them two bowls of lo mein.

The old lady Bai is getting older, less sleepy, and gets up early, at [-] or [-] o'clock, but she is hungry, so Mu Qingyun prepared some hand-made shrimp ball tomato soup, plus some hand-rolled noodles, wanting to eat now Once you eat it, you will be very full.

Zou Ming had a look of helplessness on his face. He spent the past two days on the train. It was really hard work. He just got home and was still awake when he received a call from his old comrade-in-arms that seemed to kill him.

Before he even washed his face, Xiao Li grabbed him and ran to visit Xiao Mu's classmate's house.

"Is there really such a thing as light work in the world?"

Li Xunzhang sighed while eating noodles, "There are more than ten of us, and we didn't even catch up with his shadow."

Mu Qingyun smiled, and simply handed over the note she received today to Xun Li and the others.

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, especially inspector Li, who was startled: "What do you mean?"

In other words, this old man thinks he can live another ten years. If he can't get what he wants, he will stare at Jiang Si and Jiang Guotai every day for these ten years.

Mu Qingyun smiled, thinking: Jiang Si is unlucky because he is too young.

At this time, people get married early, the original body is 15 years old, and Jiang Si is only 36. In the later generations, there are a lot of people who are not married at this age, and it is not a big problem to claim to be a baby.

When he was over fifty, Mr. Zhang Jingsong and Mr. Zhang wouldn't do anything to him anymore.

However, Mu Qingyun is not in a hurry.

Now is not the era when people in the rivers and lakes are fierce and fierce, and the court doesn't care about it. If there is something to do, look for a patrol.

However, Senior Zhang is nearly a hundred years old and has made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty. Mu Qingyun still followed the old rules and hung a hospitality lamp outside the gazebo.

If it was in the old days, friends in the Jianghu would see such a sign from a distance, and they would all know that this is the Baiyunmen's banquet for distinguished guests, and they should not pick quarrels and stir up troubles within ten miles.

After drinking a cup of tea, Mu Qingyun saw the old man approaching the moon. Zhang Jingsong was a burglar and never knew the rules. The old man walked through the back door in an orderly manner, and paid off the soles of his shoes outside the main door.

Zhang Jingsong slowly wiped off the black mud on the soles of his shoes, and sighed inwardly.

After all is old.

When crossing the river just now, he accidentally got mud. Not to mention decades ago, even ten years ago, it would not have happened.

Zhang Jingsong glanced at the woods outside the door, and entered the gazebo with a stern face. Seeing Mu Qingyun standing up and cupping his hands, he avoided the side: "I can't afford it."

In the woods not far away, inspector Li carefully slapped the mosquitoes that rushed towards him one after another.

It's already October, and the mosquitoes are still there, which is really annoying.

"Why is this old man so polite to classmate Mu?"

Before seeing him, Li Xunzhang thought that he was a weird, rebellious old-fashioned old man. Depending on his age, he might recognize Old Hero Zhang, or maybe he was an enemy. When he passed by Xiong County, he knew that Old Hero Zhang was actually famous on the pagoda. , suddenly felt resentment, and then destroyed the inscription in anger.

But looking at it now, it's not like that at all.

The old man's clothes are very clean, but there are thick patches on the elbows and knees, the stitches are fine, and the fabric is similar to the original one, so you can't see it if you don't look carefully.

His shoes were a nice pair of sneakers, well-polished, but not something he would wear at his age.

Could it be that a master like him would also choose the shoes of his children and grandchildren?
(End of this chapter)