My imagination has come true

Chapter 485
"I have met that kid from Baiyun Sect several times. His name is Lou Wanfeng. Mu Nianqing is very picky when looking for apprentices. He will definitely not accept anyone who is not talented enough, nor will he accept someone with poor conduct. He also needs good looks, so that child is the best apprentice. , filial, obedient, talented and hard-working.”

Zhang Jingsong said softly, "Not long after he died, Mu Nianqing also followed."

"For people like us, our direct disciples are our own lives."

Mu Qingyun's teacup was a little cold again.

The wind is also a bit cool.

Zhang Jingsong's face actually had no expression, and when he spoke, his tone was extremely calm.

But Mu Qingyun couldn't help but start to guess how Mu Nianqing, the master of the Baiyun Sect, felt at that moment, and how the senior brother of the Baiyun Sect who gave up his martial arts to die was feeling.

Now she has mastered martial arts. After practicing martial arts, the various changes in the human body are almost obsessive. She can't imagine what will happen if she loses this martial arts one day, let alone abolishing her martial arts. That must be despair. To the extreme.

Mu Qingyun's martial arts practice is different from others. Her "Heaven rewards hard work" turns those sufferings, blood and tears into enjoyment. She doesn't find it hard, but she knows how difficult it is to practice martial arts. For people, success in martial arts represents the countless years of time and countless blood and tears that have been devoted from childhood to adulthood. If you want to practice a little bit of fame, you must endure hardships.

Giving up all of this is almost equivalent to giving up on oneself for many warriors.

"Later, those old guys also tracked down and found out that the person who died at the hands of Lou Wanfeng was an old doctor from the imperial capital and a professor at the Medical University. His surname was Bai. He was a very good person. If Lou Wanfeng hadn't surrendered, , His family members all thought that the old doctor died of a sudden myocardial infarction. After all, the old man was in his 60s at the time and was not in good health, so his death was considered a happy occasion."

Zhang Jingsong smiled bitterly and said, "What a coincidence, the old doctor who passed away was the cousin of your current landlord. Maybe Bai Wan didn't know such a person, but in terms of blood relationship, Bai Wan is the closest to him."

Mu Qingyun frowned.

Zhang Jingsong smiled: "Although we are cousins, we have never met each other. Bai Wan has heard at most two gossips about this cousin. Besides, the murderer is your uncle who you have never met. What does it have to do with you? , Miss Mu, don’t think too much.”

Mu Qingyun rolled his eyes and poured himself a cup of tea. Zhang Jingsong looked at the time and it was already a quarter past twelve in the morning.

Zhang Jingsong sighed lightly, and quickly got to the point: "The boy Wan Feng said that he was deceived by others and killed a good person by mistake. During that time, he always wanted to restore the order in the world and revive the Baiyun Gate. Anyway, he traveled to many places and went to many sects in the world to pay homage to the mountains. He also made friends everywhere, and went around looking for people to compete in martial arts. At that time, someone said that he saw two little boys with him, and he probably wanted to choose one of these two children to be his disciple."

"It is said that the two children's aptitudes are not bad, one is older and the other is younger. Later, after the wind went away, the older one disappeared, and the younger one was also seriously injured and brought back to Baiyunmen, where your grandmother healed her. Well, after more than half a year of education, your grandma passed away early because of her disciple's lingering illness. This younger child has become the latest generation of Baiyunmen's mountain guardian. She has been living on the mountain and doesn't often deal with people. "

"A few years later, about 11 years ago, a group of boys who claimed to be Baiyun Sect disciples suddenly appeared on the road. They were very domineering and arrogant, saying that they wanted to bring peace to the world. They caused a lot of trouble. At that time, the guardian of Baiyun Sect Disciple, that is, Lou Wanfeng's disciple, your grandmother's disciple Xiaolou went down the mountain. For about a month, he chased this group of people and disabled their martial arts one by one. He also fought with the leader for two days, which was about After winning, this group of boys who called themselves Baiyunmen disappeared."

"It was later said that the Baiyun Sect was fighting within itself. At that time, Lou Wanfeng did not choose an apprentice, so he died, leaving only two children."

Zhang Jingsong was helpless, "The group of boys outside calling themselves Baiyun Sect were brought out by the older kid."

"Forget it, I'm old, and I can't control too much. Even if there are still rivers and lakes, they don't belong to us anymore." Standing up, Zhang Jingsong saw the gray-haired self in the mirror, and looked up again. Mu Qingyun of Zhuqingsong said softly, "I remember, Master Mu gave you a small character, Fubo, and felt bad afterwards, saying that you are not in the Jianghu, and that you are safe in this life, or the small word 'safe' is more appropriate. "

"Look now, what can they do if those old men think so much? Do they really think that everything will go as they wish? He wants you to be safe in this life, but I think you have a chaotic destiny. You are destined to encounter more wind and rain. Instead, Fubo is very good, no matter how bad the storm is, you can make it calm... This is the best wish that an elder can give."

Mu Qingyun couldn't laugh or cry: This issue of elders is really worth discussing.

Her current body is indeed Mu Nianqing's granddaughter, but - how could she remember that her ancestor was the founder of Baiyun Sect!

"Aqing, are you still not sleeping? Just sleep here today. It's getting late and it's going to rain soon. It's not safe for you to walk at night."

Grandma Bai probably got up at night and saw that the light in the study was still on, so she shouted.

Mu Qingyun responded with a smile: "I understand. If Grandma Bai is hungry, don't go to the kitchen. There are yellow peas on the cabinet. Eat that."

"Hey."

When he turned around, Mr. Zhang had already climbed out of the window and disappeared into the night. Mu Qingyun looked at his back through the window and could not tell that he was a centenarian. However, Maple Leaf Red's arrogance in the past was indeed gone. exist.

Perhaps because he heard a bunch of vague old stories about Baiyun Sect, Mu Qingyun had a strange dream at night.

In her dream, she seemed to be attending a feast, with strange singing faintly heard in the distance, and laughter everywhere.

But she didn't smile. She just stared at a huge golden sundial. Someone said in her ear: "You must make the right choices in all aspects for this game to continue."

Mu Qingyun woke up immediately.

It was obviously a very happy dream, with fine wine everywhere, beauties everywhere, and even the various animals flying in the sky and running on the ground were all cute or interesting.

Everyone was laughing and happy, but she was trembling all over, not even afraid. Her mind was blank, without any emotion.

In an instant, the inexplicable emotions faded from the bottom of my heart, the sun still shone on the earth, the birds were singing outside the window, and the flowers and trees were whispering non-stop.

Mu Qingyun stood up abruptly. It was late today, so she forgot her morning boxing skills, and directly boiled the frozen dumplings made last night, served with shrimp skin seaweed egg drop soup, and a few drops of sesame oil. A quite sumptuous breakfast.

(End of this chapter)