My imagination has come true

"Senior Zhang, drink tea."

Zhang Jingsong froze, and sighed: "I'm so old, I still look like a young person who can't recognize me. Also, the Mu family of Baiyunmen, which one is better to get along with?"

He has snow-white hair, a stooped figure, and an old man. He doesn't have the shadow of red maple leaves in the past, but he only sits and lays down, exhales and makes sounds, and he still has the air of a master.

Zhang Jingsong was silent for a moment, seeing Mu Qingyun pouring tea for him, he picked it up and tasted it, with a hint of treasure in his eyes: "I really didn't expect that."

When he was a child, he regarded the heroes of Baiyunmen as the guiding lights of his life. Every time he lost his strength after practicing, he would think of the masters of Baiyunmen he saw back then.

But later, by accident, he actually joined the Devil's Cult, and never dared to mention the word "Baiyunmen" again.

When most of his body was about to be buried in the ground, he was able to meet with the clean place above the clouds even a little bit, even if it was just with their younger generation, maybe this younger generation knew them better than himself, Zhang Jingsong still felt an indescribable sense of relief, but also faintly felt a little melancholy.

Time is the scariest thing.

Zhang Jingsong stared at Mu Qingyun, and for some reason, suddenly thought of the picture of a flying lady in their family's ancestral hall, and suddenly smiled: "Mu Xiaoyou, you are a bit like the fairy in my family's painting."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Although Zhang Jingsong is poor, his ancestors were rich, which is different from other families. In addition to the ancestors of the past generations, there is also a painting enshrined in their ancestral hall.

That painting is a treasure. Although the paper is said to last for thousands of years, only really good paper can have such a long lifespan. Their paintings have a history of thousands of years. They have been through wars, but they have never been damaged in the slightest, and they are still fresh as new.

There is a flying fairy in the painting.

Zhang Jingsong likes to paint, and is good at painting. Every time he worships his ancestors, he has to look at it for a long time. Although he only saw it when he was a teenager, he still remembers it vividly.

The appearance of the fairy was shrouded in clouds and mist, so he couldn't see clearly, but when he saw Mu Qingyun today, such a muddled idea popped into his mind inexplicably, thinking that she looked like that fairy.

If it was decades ago, when he was still young, he would never have cared about such an inexplicable thought, and would never have said it out, but now that he is almost a hundred years old, he can speak his mind directly, and he can say whatever he wants .

At his age, the remaining time is less than the sand in the palm of his hand, and when it is time to seize the day and night, there is no need to hide his thoughts.

Zhang Jingsong sighed: "My kung fu was not good before. I was only good at escaping. I can kill monsters, but only running away is useless. So for ten years, I have practiced stupid kung fu that I used to dismiss."

"Mountain Opening Palm, Promise Cudgel, I just learned after this training. Those who say that I am only good at dexterity and not good at opening and closing kung fu are all nonsense. This person is pushed to the head. As long as you are not a real martial arts idiot, why can't you practice it?" ?”

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and suddenly pushed the stone table, and the stone table the size of a millstone slammed into Zhang Jingsong's face.

Zhang Jingsong's voice stopped abruptly, she shrank back, just moved away from the stone table, and was shocked to see the table flying out of the gazebo brushing his cheek, tapped her toes, and chased it out in an instant, after chasing for more than ten meters , without making a sound, the stone table was returned to its original position.

Not far away, squatting in the corner and patrolling in the woods, the telescope almost fell to the ground.

Inspector Li's whispers dissipated in an instant.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and couldn't help being suspicious. Could it be that someone could really make himself into a centenarian without showing any flaws?

Zhang Jingsong pressed the table, her waist seemed to have collapsed a little more, she stared at Mu Qingyun without saying a word.

"In Grandma Bai's little white building, what should Old Hero Zhang be afraid of?"

Mu Qingyun blinked and asked with a smile.

Zhang Jingsong's face twitched when he heard the word 'hero', and he couldn't help lowering his voice and angrily said: "You brat—"

Mu Qingyun laughed: "Just now you always said that I look like a fairy."

At this moment, all the lanterns hanging on the gazebo fell and scattered all over the ground. There was nothing left of the confrontation between the masters of the rivers and lakes in the old era just now.

Mu Qingyun looked at Zhang Jingsong: "I've always been a little strange. Old hero Zhang really liked to post a maple leaf post before stealing. At that time, people thought it was very elegant, but when he was stealing, he was not so refined. All kinds of tricks There are too many, and the sufferer can never think of where you come from."

"Besides, you old man has been fighting monsters for so long, if your heart is not cruel enough, how can you keep fighting?"

"That day, when you stole my backpack at the overpass, you didn't even leave the notebook in my pocket, and you didn't even think about following the rules of the world and reporting your name first. So polite?"

"I really thought that the old man would touch my house from head to toe while I was in school."

Only the old lady Bai was at home, and Zhang Jingsong sat in the same room with her for three hours, and she didn't notice any problems.

Mu Qingyun laughed all of a sudden: "Could it be that there is something the old hero is afraid of here? Is it a human? Or, the old hero has taken a fancy to Grandma Bai?"

"..."

Zhang Jingsong's face turned pale green.

Mu Qingyun understood: "There are people who are afraid. This person wants to protect Grandma Bai, so you don't even dare to make any noise."

In an instant, Mu Qingyun guessed that there was an old monster hidden in this big white building. After all, Zhang Jingsong, an old man of his age, dared not even mention him. After guessing, then he guessed it.

Could it be possible to move?

Do you really think it's so easy to meet lovely neighbors, comfortable houses, and cheap rent?

Zhang Jingsong lowered her head, closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I am indeed a little scared, but you are either at school or in the community these few days, and I really can't wait."

When he raised his head, he finally showed the panic that ordinary people would have.

"My grandson had a car accident, and the doctor said, what kind of peeling state is a vegetative state."

Zhang Jingsong was at a loss.

A good living person, he ate five bowls of rice when he got up early and went out, and was scolded twice for being a fool. As a result, the traffic inspection department and the hospital called one after another at night, saying that he was still alive in the hospital, but it was not counted. alive.

Zhang Jingsong's expression was dull, and Mu Qingyun looked at him with a bit of sadness in his heart.

The hero's twilight is already sad.

He was silent for a while, stood up, and said in a low voice: "Baiyunmen has a magic bead, which has a miraculous effect on those who practice martial arts. Taking it can strengthen the body and nourish the soul. I think it will definitely save my grandson."

Mu Qingyun didn't hide it, and said directly: "I have never been to Baiyunmen, and I don't know anything. If I have one, the old hero wants it, and I will offer it with both hands."

Zhang Jingsong was stunned.