My imagination has come true

Chapter 448 Parents' Heart

The man's anger was beyond words, he cried out blood, and his eyes stabbed Boss Bu's cheek, as cold as a knife, murderous, and made people tremble.

Boss Bu almost felt as if he had been torn apart by this person, and he was too scared to say a word.

Looking at her own child, Zhang Jingsong didn't stop him from calling him master for the first time, with a sad expression on his face.

The immature guy in his 30s in front of him is just like a child. His surname is Zhang Qiao. In fact, he is really not his serious disciple.

The child's parents are long gone and he grew up in an orphanage.

The life in the orphanage can be decent, and the funds allocated by the state are still sufficient. After all, the Ming Dynasty is particular about it. It has always been that no matter how hard it is, the children cannot suffer. Instead, they can afford two dry meals a day, which is better than the children who grew up outside.

But the old dean is not young, and it is very difficult to take care of so many children, and the dolls here do not mean that they can live happily if they have food and drink.

Zhang Qiao didn't like staying in the orphanage, and always ran to the street. When he was eight years old, he accidentally ran into Zhang Jingsong practicing light kung fu, so he devoted himself to pestering him.

Zhang Jingsong made up his mind early on, except for his son's health, he had to pass on to him, and he would not accept disciples.

He really doesn't want to pass on his martial arts.

After all, martial arts is really useless nowadays, and the kung fu he practiced is quite different from the orthodox kung fu.

But this child Zhang Qiao really has a stubbornness that makes people feel distressed. Zhang Jingsong looked at him and thought of himself. The fancy martial arts all over the street are the same.

Unexpectedly, the child's talent is not bad, but his hard work is [-]%.

He occasionally reveals a sentence or two of true biography, and with this little true thing, he can practice pretty well, better than when he was young.

Zhang Jingsong thought, probably this is fate.

After getting along for a long time, they are like a family. They refuse to recognize their apprentices, but they are no different from their children and grandchildren.

Up to now, Zhang Jingsong has sent away his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and only two relatives, that is, Zhang Qiao and his grandson.

The old man turned his gaze to Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun stood beside Boss Bu with ease, his limbs were relaxed, and his posture was graceful, showing no sign of guard.

But this is the scariest thing.

At Zhang Jingsong's age, the young warriors he has met these years, whether they are only passionate or talented, he can actually see the details of each other at a glance.

Whether these children's basic skills are solid or not, he can tell how well they practiced martial arts.

But now, when facing the little girl of the Mu family, he made frequent mistakes.

Every time we meet, the sense of threat this girl brings to him will increase a lot. This kind of improvement is usually calculated on the basis of years, not days.

In other words, he had seen geniuses capable of overpowering countless eras before, so he could barely maintain his composure.

If those old guys of his can live to this day, seeing this little girl from the Mu family, they will probably suspect that they have been fed to dogs at such a young age.

Even he couldn't help but feel this way.

"Zhang Qiao, do you think your martial arts are amazing?"

Zhang Qiao stared and said nothing.

Zhang Jingsong sneered, stepped aside abruptly, and threw the dagger in his hand back to Zhang Qiao with a whoosh: "Okay, then you do it."

Mu Qingyun: "!!"

Zhang Qiao's lightness kung fu was superb, before his master could finish his sentence, he tapped his toes, like a bird that had just hatched and raged, stabbing towards Bu Lian's face in the air.

All the security guards not far away couldn't care about the changes in their bodies, they all exclaimed and rushed forward.

Mu Qingyun sighed, leaned slightly, and moved from Bu Lian's side and back to the front in an instant, quickly turned his palm into fingers, pointed at Fei Zhangqiao's dagger with one finger, and hit his brow with the other.

Zhang Qiao suddenly lost his breath, and his whole figure was like a kite with a broken string, thumping, he barely lifted it up when he hit the ground, half kneeling on the ground, panting.

He looked at Mu Qingyun's young face in disbelief.

Mu Qingyun also stared at Zhang Jingsong with a bitter face, sighed, and clasped his fists in salute: "Senior Zhang is indeed merciful!"

Zhang Jingsong had no expression on his face: "When I was young, I'm afraid I would have to scold myself twice."

He is so useless that he dare not even kill his enemies!

Mu Qingyun smiled wryly: "Old senior, all this is for the children of the younger generation."

Zhang Qiao stood up slowly, tears finally fell, his master refused to let him be an apprentice, but he recognized his master, he was a master for a day and a father for life, since the accident happened to his junior, he didn’t shed a single tear, just a little bit angry Accumulated in the heart, vowed to kill for revenge.

But he can't kill it!

It turned out that what Master said, martial arts is useless now, and his talent is so poor that he can't practice well at all. Sure enough, he can't even beat a young girl.

Zhang Jingsong's tone was much calmer instead, and he didn't go to see Zhang Qiao: "He's still lying in the hospital, he's not dead yet. The expenses that go beyond the medical insurance have to be paid by the surname Bu. If you kill the surname Bu, your younger brother will use it." What should I do with the medical expenses and the nursing expenses I found?"

"You are still killing him in public, and you are afraid that you will follow. Who will serve your junior brother?"

Zhang Qiao was silent.

He hoped that Master would recognize him, and he had been looking forward to it for 20 years. Now it seems that his wish has been granted, but he is not happy at all.

He wanted to say that with his current appearance, the chance of waking up in the hospital is very small.

The doctors said that there is almost no possibility of recovery. Even if he wakes up in the future, the sequelae will be very serious. He will lose his health and his brain will be seriously damaged. He will not be able to walk or speak, just like a disabled person.

It's not that Zhang Qiao didn't think about what his master said, but he still thought Bu Lian deserved to die!

But now that Master's words are all about this, what else can he do?
Bu Lian quickly said: "I will definitely find the best expert to give, give... a consultation!"

He didn't even remember the name of the person he injured.

Mu Qingyun quickly glanced outside the school gate.

Speaking of this 'assassination' and the conversation, it seems like a long time has passed, but in fact, everything happened in the blink of an eye, and it took no more than 10 minutes from the start to the end.

The inspectors arrived, briefly asked about the situation, and listened to a group of students and teachers describing the incident in a hurry. They immediately looked solemn, and hurriedly took Bu Lian, Zhang Qiao and Zhang Jingsong to the car.

Mu Qingyun should be involved to some extent, but she is a student and only 15 years old, so the inspectors hesitated.

During this time of hesitation, their homeroom teacher, Teacher Wang, ran over panting, tightly guarding her students, and staring at the patrols.

The inspectors had no choice but to give up.

(End of this chapter)