My imagination has come true

Chapter 447 Hatred
All this is complicated to say, but in fact it is as quick as lightning.

Bu Lian didn't even have time to make a sound, his mouth was half-opened, his breathing was stagnant, his eyes were pierced by the dagger and tears were streaming down his face, in panic, he saw a bronze-colored, skinny finger pressing against the blade, he was at a loss for a while, and raised his head stiffly , dripping with cold sweat.

Mu Qingyun stretched out his hand to pinch the back of the unfortunate Boss Bu's neck, dragged him back a few steps, and escaped from the danger zone where Mr. Zhang might kill him with a single breath. Then he relaxed and was in the mood to observe Mr. Zhang, and his This other 'lunatic' around.

This person looked to be in his thirties, with normal facial features, he looked a bit useless when he lowered his eyebrows, but he stood in a very special posture, as if he could fly at any time.

Just now Mu Qingyun had a fight with him, it sounds like it is not difficult to deal with him, one move to control the enemy, but in fact, as soon as Mu Qingyun came into contact with him, he knew that his skill is profound, without 20 years of hard work, it is not a talent , I am afraid that he will not have such skill.

Back then when Mu Qingyun fought with someone, he was paralyzed, and the opponent couldn't move for a long time. He was still a first-rate disciple in the first-rate sect. He spit out polite words all over the place, but he still has such a skill, and he is still in such an era of declining martial arts.

Mu Qingyun himself doesn't know where the hard work in martial arts is.

No matter how hard she practiced, even if she sweated and peeled off her skin and flesh, she would only feel joy in her heart, but she had seen the pain of martial arts with her own eyes.

When training new disciples in the Yuncheng Martial Arts School, she and her senior sisters worked hard. I don’t know how many times, she and her senior sisters gave the children scratch medicine, soaked in medicinal baths, and watched those children wear off a layer of skin. Two layers of meat, exhausted daily.

These disciples were able to enter the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall because they had passed five trials and defeated six generals, and they were selected from among countless teenagers eager to learn martial arts.

The best future they can get is to practice martial arts, but even so, there will always be one or two who can't bear the pain, or can't bear the frightened future, choose to give up, choose to leave.

When the disciples left, the senior sister gave them a generous amount of money, and she was diligent in exhorting them, never getting angry.

At that time, she had no time to go back to the martial arts school, and she only asked about the current situation of the teacher when she was exchanging letters. It is the most painful thing in the world to send the disciples who have been brought up carefully to the battlefield and let them fight monsters. It is the only pain that has to be endured.

Perhaps her senior sisters are thinking every day that these disciples might as well leave the martial arts gym and become ordinary people hiding behind the strong city walls, perhaps it is easier to get peace and joy.

Although it is self-deception, who is willing to blame senior sister?
Mu Qingyun remembered a lot of old things.

At this moment, the school was in chaos. A group of student representatives stared at Mu Qingyun, as if they were watching a big show, and they still haven't recovered.

Principal Huang was already screaming for security, and the teachers were also in a mess.

Zhang Jingsong suddenly smiled, turned to Boss Bu Lianbu, who was full of panic, and said, "Boss Bu, what do you think of this table, is it sturdy?"

The stands on the playground of the No. [-] Middle School are made of serious cement, so they must be extremely strong.

Zhang Jingsong gently put his right hand on the table, then lifted it up again, Bu Lian looked at it, and his whole body froze.

A deep palm print appeared on the table, and even the palm prints were clearly visible.

Bran immediately swallowed his saliva.

At this time, a school security guard had already rushed over not far away, but for some reason, as soon as he approached, he felt tightness in his chest and weakness under his feet, which may not cause him to fall, but it is always true that he has no strength.

Mu Qingyun glanced at it, and couldn't help showing a little surprise in his eyes.

Senior Zhang Jingsong, this age of a hundred years is really not for nothing, he was able to learn to 'overpower people with power' without a teacher.

The gang of swordsmen in Huijianmen back then were the best at this move, and they often surrendered without fighting.

But at that time, there were very few people who could use their aura to oppress others, and most of them were top masters from famous families.

Zhang Jingsong looked at Bu Lian, with a cold and bored expression on his wrinkled face.

"I'm almost a hundred years old."

Bu Lian remained silent.

Zhang Jingsong said again: "Is your head as hard as this stone step?"

Cold sweat dripped down Bu Lian's forehead, his whole body was trembling, tears burst out, and he made up a lot of things in his mind in a short while.

Of course he knew Zhang Jingsong.

Even for him, a car accident and the death of a person cannot be untouched, and no matter what, he will never forget it.

It's just that before that, Zhang Jingsong was a confused old man in his impression. He never cared about others, and what was bothering him was the little trouble this incident brought to his reputation. revenge?

A widowed old man whose grandson has become a vegetable, what can he do?
Who would have thought that this old man would be able to slap——

Bu Lian's eyes quietly fell on the stone steps of the stands again, his heart almost jumped out of fright.

That is an old man who is almost a hundred years old. How long can he live?I'm afraid he didn't take death seriously for a long time, even if he killed himself, he wouldn't be sentenced to death!
"It was my fault. I drank and drove recklessly. It was my fault. I am willing to compensate. If you tell me the amount, old man, I am willing to compensate."

Boss Bu is the most knowledgeable about current affairs, tears streaming down his face.

Zhang Jingsong sighed. The man around him who had been silent the whole time, the man who was holding the dagger suddenly roared angrily, "Reparation? What compensation? Master!"

The man who spoke had a hideous and painful face.

"I have been learning martial arts with you for 20 years, and I have always listened to your words. You said that martial arts is only for strengthening your body and not bullying the weak. In the past 20 years, I have never fought with anyone except my master and junior. "

"I also listen to your words. I have been kind to people for more than 20 years, laughing first when meeting people, and bowing my head when things happen. I almost resigned myself to it, but the result!"

The man looked back at Bu Lian, his eyes were as red as blood, "Brother was hit like this!! He gave the driver 3 yuan, and he bought the driver to take the blame for him."

"I can't hate the passers-by on the street at that time. They didn't tell the truth, because this matter has nothing to do with them. Master said, we can't force others to be moral. I don't hate the pregnant woman my brother saved. She escaped from death. Health, I was terrified, she can't be the master at home, but I can't even hate Bu for a while?"

"If you can't get this guy to accompany my senior brother, wouldn't my senior brother be in vain?"

The man said in a cold voice, "Master, you don't need to persuade him. The younger brother is not in good health. In the early years, I made medicine for him every day. Every time he was sick, I stayed by the bedside. I was afraid that he would be cold or hot. Don't be practical, did you raise your junior brother with great difficulty just to let him end up like this?"

(End of this chapter)