My imagination has come true

Chapter 445 Life and Death
Mu Qingyun was startled.

Before mentioning that his grandson was seriously injured and became a vegetable, Zhang Jingsong's eyes never turned red.

How many hardships and obstacles he has experienced, how many times he has survived, and his relatives and friends have almost left.

At his age, either he is more afraid of death, or he has already discovered life and death.

Zhang Jingsong is obviously the latter.

Mu Qingyun has not been in contact with this old man for a short time, but he can feel that he has a little longing for the coming eternal sleep.

He even waited for the day that would inevitably come with an extremely joyful attitude.

Mu Qingyun didn't dare to say that he truly understood this emotion, but he also felt that one partner after another fell on the eve of dawn.

At the moment when they stepped onto the battlefield, no one knew whether they could get off the battlefield.

At that time, many people expressed a relaxed and optimistic attitude. Faced with loss and death, they all survived and lived well, and those who left were just looking for those pioneers.

I remember that some senior sisters coaxed the little dolls who had just entered the Zhanshang Army, telling them that their senior brothers and sisters would prepare their favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and glutinous rice wine under Jiuquan, so don’t be afraid.

After all, I am afraid or I will be afraid.

But after a long time, everyone suddenly felt that they worked hard to live, and when that day came, if they could really meet their old friends, Huangquan would be a beautiful scenery whether it was cold or desolate.

Zhang Jingsong, like those people she met, is looking forward to that day.

At his age, tears dry up early.

At this moment, the face full of ravines is full of tears. It is said that the tears of the beauty make people feel distressed, and the tears of the old man are only annoying.

But Zhang Jingsong stood arched, beside the green bushes of the school, his whole body was dusty, like a shadow that could dissipate at any time, and the tears on his face made Mu Qingyun's heart tremble slightly.

"Baiyunmen has experienced countless times. The sect master led the crowd to die, leaving the younger disciples to watch the mountain gate, wandering on the edge of extinction for several times, relying on everyone to grit their teeth and resist, and rescue them back."

Zhang Jingsong looked at Mu Qingyun, "But the Baiyun Sect was able to survive with difficulty back then. No matter how difficult it was, there were still disciples to pass on and guard the mountain. What about now? I heard that the eldest disciple of Mu Changmen had no time to pass on his disciples, so he went mad. All internal organs were injured, and he died on the top of Tianshan Mountain."

"Now the successor of Baiyunmen, you are the only one left. You are still so young, so you must have no disciples. If something happens to you, Baiyunmen will become a legend in the pile of old papers. Not recorded."

Zhang Jingsong's eyebrows fluttered, she closed her eyes, and suddenly muttered to herself, "Actually, it's nothing. It doesn't matter whether those old and old things are passed on or not."

"I don't intend to pass on my own kung fu!"

Back then, many masters couldn't teach their sons well. There was nothing they could do. Practicing kung fu was a hard job. It is not a lie to say that strict teachers make excellent apprentices.

For his own flesh and blood, can he be ruthless and force him to practice Sanjiu in winter and summer in summer, and practice kung fu non-stop every day?

Even if it was severe enough, he was reluctant to hit too hard.

But unlike learning other things, if you don't practice martial arts, you won't be successful at all.

Nowadays, it is extremely uneconomical to let children practice martial arts, and it is useless to practice it. How can you still fight with others every day?
If you lose, go to the hospital, if you win, go to the inspection department.

The same amount of time and energy spent on studying will have a bright future for the children, and on practicing martial arts, it will be useless to find a serious job in the future.

There is no way for him to teach his grandson, the child's physical condition is too bad, if he doesn't practice martial arts, the child probably won't grow up, but he didn't even tell his grandson what his martial arts name is.

"If my grandson didn't practice martial arts, maybe he wouldn't be lying in the hospital by now."

He would not suffer in such despair.

It can be seen that at the moment, practicing martial arts is really useless.

Mu Qingyun looked at Zhang Jingsong silently. He was staring up at Boss Bu who was on the high platform, where his speech was full of excitement, and his eyes were full of tears.

The students on the left and right probably didn't feel anything when they saw Zhang Jingsong, they just regarded him as an ordinary old man, but Mu Qingyun's whole body stiffened, thin pimples formed on his arms, and his blood was boiling.

She couldn't help raising her eyelids slightly to look at the sky, revealing beautiful white eyes.

If this place wasn't a school, if it wasn't her classmate and teacher standing next to her, 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 still had the mood to do it Charitable beast, "fight" with Zhang Jingsong once.

But, what can she persuade others?
Who is Zhang Jingsong?In the past, Feng Yehong would repay all kindness, and would never leave a grudge overnight, but now that he is in such a difficult situation, if he touches his lips, he wants his old man to be merciful and refrain from killing?
The wind is blowing more and more tightly, which is a bit like her mood at this moment.

Mu Qingyun chose, 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 do it, you don't do it. Once you do it, you will be thunderous. You will never show mercy. Those who are soft-hearted will not live long."

Mu Qingyun was helpless: "This is the school, the third middle school."

Zhang Jingsong nodded: "Yes."

He smiled again, "If you want to make any unbearable noise here, you have to step on the red line."

The Ming Kingdom is now making great efforts to enforce law and order, not to mention at school, even outside, once a murder is committed, there will be a net of heaven and earth, and there is absolutely no way to escape.

Zhang Jingsong said quietly: "I'm already 98 years old. How old is Bu Lian?"

Boss Bu is 38 this year.

"It is absolutely impossible for me to live for a few more decades. Bu Lian still has decades to live."

Zhang Jingsong murmured.

Mu Qingyun raised his head, and Bu Lian came down from the stage, ready to take everyone to visit the computer room. The student representatives in the school gathered around and shook hands with Bu Lian.

For a while, the main road of the school was boiling like boiled porridge, and it was extremely lively.

Mu Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

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.

"Broken cloud?"

Mu Qingyun was inexplicably shocked.

In this era of decline and depression, there are still people practicing kung fu like 'Broken Cloud'?

Thinking about it again, this one is almost a hundred years old, and she swallowed back the heart that was about to spit out to her mouth.

But he couldn't help but smile wryly.

In the past few years, relying on her own rewards, she learned everything quickly. No matter who she competed with or what she was competing with, she was the one who had the upper hand, and she never sighed that she might not be inferior to others.

Today, it is very likely to feel the fun of hitting a wall.

(End of this chapter)