My imagination has come true

The eyes of all the disciples were red.

Xiao Yang couldn't hold back, and burst into tears. His grandfather stood aside trembling slightly, which made him feel at a loss from crying. He closed his eyes and lamented: "Oh my God!"

"What's the use of crying?"

If crying is useful, they are willing to cry dumb.

Mu Qingyun's face was tense, and he gritted his teeth for a long time, "We should go together."

The most annoying thing in this life is waiting without knowing anything.

If everyone is together now, living together, dying together, there will be no suffering.

All the disciples in the Yuncheng martial arts hall have been very happy for such a long time. They practice martial arts every day, and the younger disciples are chattering, looking for opportunities to be lazy, and doing many, many small movements that can be seen through at a glance.

But everyone is actually very disturbed.

The doorkeeper is gone.

The brothers and sisters went out one by one, and the correspondence between them was cut off for the past two months.

what are they doing?Is there any danger?Will you die?

Those who stay will think about it, thinking about it every day, and thinking about it every night. Because of their ignorance, it is even more terrifying.

Danger, once rooted in the imagination, becomes something particularly terrifying.

Mu Qingyun turned his head to look at the group of brothers and sisters hugging in front of the door, all of them seemed to have the same face in a trance, pale, frightened, and anxious.

Su Hang entered the door as if nothing had happened. He drank a couple of sips of tea first, then asked the kitchen to bring a large bowl of noodles. After finishing eating and drinking the soup, he took out all the letters on his body and handed them to Chen Yi. , Someone brought water to wash his face, and dried it vigorously.

"Brother Wang's family is empty, so there is no need to send news. Brother Xu still has a grandmother, who is now in a nursing home in the east of the city. From now on, we will pay the money every month in the martial arts hall. I will write down a sum of money. Brother Xu's suicide note is here Take it easy and look at the situation before deciding whether to tell the old lady or not, if that doesn’t work, let’s send him to a foreign country for further studies, and you can hide it.”

Chen Yi complied solemnly.

Although there is no Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, but in the Ming Dynasty for a while, domestic warriors went to foreign countries to study, but there was a fascination, and all the disciples who went there were not acclimatized, and no one went there in the past two years.

It's okay to just fool the old lady.

"The Zhanbai Army may be preparing for conscription this month, and there may be no grade limit. Disciples, get ready."

Chen Yi understood, and sighed: "Our martial arts gym is run by the imperial court. All these years, we have relied on the imperial court's food and money. After eating other people's food and wages, we will naturally have to sacrifice our lives. The brothers brought by the sect master have just sacrificed their lives. .”

"But we have to leave some roots for our martial arts school. Don't worry about those who are below the subtleties. They all go home."

"Those who are more than nuanced, think about it yourself, don't have any psychological burden, let's stay together and work hard together, but if you have a little concern, for example, you have a sweetheart, you are the only child and daughter at home, and there are unfinished things you want to do, etc. Wait, let's all go home, wait for things to come, and then come back."

Chen Yi hooked the corners of her lips, and finally managed to show a very gentle smile, and looked back at Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun also laughed: "Don't rush to make a decision. It takes courage to stay in the martial arts gym, and to leave the martial arts gym, but the most important thing for my generation of martial artists is courage."

"I'm not leaving."

The two little disciples said in unison.

The other disciples looked at each other with calm expressions and calm voices: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister, we are not afraid of death, and we will not leave."

Xiao Yang supported his grandfather, and sent him to the bottom of the stone steps, saying solemnly: "Grandpa, I am the one who failed you."

"But I am a disciple of Yuncheng Martial Arts School. In my life, the most important thing and the thing I am most proud of is this identity. Let alone giving up it, it means that one day I did something to betray my identity. Life is not worth living."

The old man was taken aback, and said in a daze, "...Why did this happen, why did this happen!"

He closed his eyes and tried to persuade him, but suddenly lost all strength in his body, shook his head, and bent his waist even more.

Mu Qingyun winked, and Xiao Yang helped the old man into the door, and hurried to the cafeteria to greet the old man to have a few mouthfuls of hot noodle soup.

Here, Mu Qingyun, together with Chen Yi, Su Hang, and several other senior brothers and sisters, carefully sorted out the things Su Hang brought back.

After explaining the matter, Su Airlines set off again.

He left quietly while it was still dark, without saying goodbye to anyone.

For three days in a row, the martial arts hall seemed to be as usual, still waking up to practice in the morning, and partying and playing at night, but in fact, everyone spent seven minutes more hard in practicing, and their swords and weapons began to maintain.

Today, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is blue.

After the old man finished carrying his burden, he went to Xiao Yang again: "You really don't want me to go?"

Xiao Yang sighed.

"Humph."

The old man's complexion suddenly turned ugly.

After staying in the martial arts hall for three days, he still couldn't persuade his grandson, but the old man was not brainwashed by his grandson, and he was still thinking about getting this brat away.

Since it didn't work if he came in person, he planned to pretend that he was robbed by bandits and was seriously injured on the way home, tricked his grandson into leaving the city, and when he got outside, he would just knock him unconscious and tie him up.

What kind of righteousness, these little kids said it with enthusiasm, it sounds nice, but can righteousness save his grandson's life?Can keep the incense of the Yang family alive?
He always said that without warriors to fight for their lives, ordinary people are like wolves in the mouth of tigers. Of course he knows this truth, but so many warriors don't all go to fight with their lives, so why should his grandson go!

At that time, the Yang family can donate food and money, and they will give whatever assistance is needed.

It's just that the grandson's life cannot be given.

The old man made up his mind so much, he was much more energetic, and he didn't need his grandson to send him off. He called a rickshaw and went straight to the station.

"Stinky boy, don't talk about it, after practicing martial arts for a few years, my little body has become much stronger."

The old man tried his best to forget the bad news he got. He is considered to have a family in his hometown, otherwise he would not be more informed than the news of the martial arts hall.

"When that kid comes home, tell him about a daughter-in-law who will have children..."

While thinking about those beautiful things, the rickshaw suddenly stopped.

When the old man opened his eyes, his face turned white.

Not far away, on the long street, two 'cows' taller than the houses next to them burst out a ball of fire from their noses.

When the flames fell on the ground, there was a dark chasm immediately, and there were obviously several victims beside them, and they probably couldn't avoid being trampled on.

"what!"

Pedestrians on the left and near roads couldn't help screaming.

But it was only for an instant. Everyone had tried and tested and reacted quickly. The rickshaw driver turned around and pulled the car and galloped away.

The old man's heart is about to jump out.

The coachman shouted hoarsely against the wind: "Sit still, old man!"

Gusts of wind whistled from the ear, the heat wave behind was getting closer and closer, and the heartbeat was so violent that it made people tremble all over.