Time goes back to noon.
"What did you say? You want to attract those men in black?"
Chen Fu looked at Wang Cheng in shock, then shook his head and said, "I know you are good at boxing and kicking, but do you know who they are? Even if there are ten or a hundred of them, you are no match for them!"
Wang Cheng said: "Otherwise, is there any way to solve the mystery of the disappearance of Mixi Town?"
To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. The disappearance of Mixi Town is related to this group of men in black. Only they know how to bring Mixi Town back to the world.
"But how did you attract that group of people?" Chen Fu was puzzled.
Wang Cheng looked in one direction and said confidently: "There is no need to lure them, they will definitely come!"
He believed that Yan Tongli would definitely tell the group of men in black the news about him. He didn't believe that Yan Tongli would listen to him so honestly.
"wait!"
Chen Fu left the room, and when he came back in he was holding a piece of chain mail in his hand and said, "Take this with you."
The chainmail had a metallic luster and was as new as ever. It had been maintained regularly.
Wang Cheng did not take it and said: "Golden steel chain mail! Isn't this a treasure passed down from your family? Are you willing to let me take it away?"
Chen Fudao: "I'm afraid you'll die! I know you're powerful, but those men in black are unfathomable. If you die, Mixi Town will disappear forever! Take it!"
Wang Cheng took the chainmail and said solemnly: "If I die, please help Brother Chen collect my body. Don't bury me in the ground. Burn my body and find a higher mountain to scatter the ashes."
Chen Fu looked at him in surprise and said, "Then you will become a lonely ghost?"
Wang Cheng said: "I am a lonely ghost."
Chen Fu heard the underlying meaning of his words and said, "You want to return to your homeland, right? Where is your home? If you really die, I will risk half my life to send you back."
Wang Cheng muttered to himself: "China!"
Chen Fudao: "China? I know about Lu, Zheng, and Xia, but I have never heard of this country?"
Wang Cheng didn't explain, he looked into the void. Can he return to the place he dreamed of in this life?
…
"We are all sharpshooters"
"Every bullet kills an enemy"
"We are all flying troops"
"Even if the mountains are high and the water is deep"
Wang Cheng walked out of the darkness step by step, still singing, so as to cheer up his spirit and ensure that he did not pass out.
He stopped five meters in front of Zhu Wei. He was wearing black multifunctional glasses on his head, and the muzzle of the gun was always pointed at Zhu Wei's vitals.
Zhu Wei leaned against the tree trunk, the blood on his face had dried up and formed brown scars. He looked at Wang Cheng, his eyes suddenly focused on his multifunctional glasses, and said: "Is this what you use to see the night clearly? "
Wang Cheng didn't answer the question. He pointed the gun in his hand at Zhu Wei's head and asked coldly: "Were you responsible for the disappearance of Mixi Town?"
"Yes!" Zhu Wei did not deny it.
Wang Cheng asked: "Are they still alive?"
Zhu Wei said: "Some are dead, and some may still be alive, but in the end they will all die!"
Wang Cheng tightened first, then relaxed, and then tightened again. He was most afraid of hearing the news that they were all dead. As long as they were not dead, there was hope of rescuing them.
He asked: "How to save them?"
Zhu Wei shook his head and said, "I don't know!"
Wang Cheng raised his thick eyebrows and shot Zhu Wei in the leg. The bullet almost missed his leg and hit the snow.
Zhu Wei didn't hide, he leaned lazily against the tree trunk and said, "You don't have to force me, I'm already dying. I'll tell you what I can, and don't ask about what I can't."
Wang Cheng asked again: "How long can they live?"
He did not believe that the people who disappeared in Mixi Town could live in peace forever. They must be experiencing some unknown disaster.
Zhu Wei thought for a while and said: "Three days? It could be five days, no more than seven days at most!"
"Seven days at most?" Wang Cheng almost screamed.
Seven days, now he doesn’t even know how Mixi Town disappeared. It’s too short and too difficult to find a solution to the problem within seven days!
Wang Cheng couldn't keep calm anymore. He didn't know where he got the strength. He rushed forward, grabbed Zhu Wei by the collar and lifted him up. He put the gun against his head and said, "Tell me! How to save them? How to save them?"
"Haha! You're in a hurry! You're in a hurry!" Zhu Wei laughed, just like the joy of a tourist playing monkey for the first time.
Wang Cheng did not press any more, because to a certain extent, they were the same kind of people. They had their own perseverance. They would not frown even if they were unwilling to do or say anything, even if the sword came to them. .
He threw Zhu Wei away and sat down against the tree trunk without saying a word.
"cough……"
Zhu Wei lay on the snow and kept coughing, spurting blood as he coughed, but he was still smiling.
"You trick me all over the place, and I will trick you too, and let you have a taste of what it's like to be tricked!"
Seeing that Wang Cheng hadn't moved for a long time, he struggled to sit up, but his heart and lungs had been severely damaged, and he couldn't breathe much in and out, so he simply lay down on the ground and said, "Why don't you ask? ?”
Wang Cheng leaned against the tree trunk, motionless.
Zhu Wei became a little anxious and said: "Hey! You are talking! Are you dead?"
Wang Cheng was like a sculpture, still silent.
"What the hell do you mean?" Zhu Wei was even forced to use swear words.
Wang Cheng took a breath and said calmly: "Waiting for you to die!"
"you you……"
Zhu Wei was off guard, and he suddenly yelled: "You bastard Xu Zhongheng, I will blame your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
After saying this, he died very simply and without any warning.
After another ten minutes, Wang Cheng finally regained some energy. He did not tell lies. He was indeed waiting for Zhu Wei to die. He could still move now only because of his perseverance.
He pulled Zhu Wei's body to him, put his hand into his arms and groped for a while, hoping to find something about the identity of the men in black.
Two small medicine bottles as long as the middle finger, three gold bars weighing 50 taels, and an ancient book covered in cowhide, but nothing about his identity.
Two small medicine bottles, one white and one yellow, both contain pills the size of longan.
The small white medicine bottle poured out a blood-red pill, which smelled like blood, and the yellow one poured out an orange-yellow pill, which had a refreshing smell.
Wang Cheng quickly judged that the bleeding red pill should be for improving Qi and blood, while the orange pill was for healing, which was what he needed most right now.
Sure enough, after taking the orange pill, he felt much better, but he was still far from recovery, and it was even impossible to go down the mountain.
Bored, he opened the ancient book again. He was so envious of Zhu Wei that he jumped more than ten meters high.
The three words "Fuhu Fist" are written on the cowhide surface. When you turn to the first page, there is a self-narration titled "The Man from Crouching Tiger Mountain".
"Yu Benlingzhou, a mountain man, practiced martial arts at the age of sixteen, and his muscles and bones were fully developed at the age of a weak crown. After refining his qi and blood, he became a warrior in five years. After passing through the two branches of Ren and Du, he became a martial artist in another five years..."
It took him about ten minutes to finally understand the self-narration of "The Man from Crouching Tiger Mountain". It was really a bit confusing and some parts were not smooth.
This Crouching Tiger Mountain man obviously had limited literacy, but he didn't want others to notice, so he used ancient Chinese in vernacular. Fortunately, he understood it completely.
"A warrior, a warrior, a martial artist."
He speculated that this should be the realm classification of people who practice martial arts, and after practicing boxing for many years, his strength should be in, well, the muscle and bone realm, that is, a martial arts disciple.
The realm of muscles and bones is the basic realm for those who practice martial arts. They train muscles and bones, so they are called martial disciples; above the martial apprentices are warriors, who train Qi and blood; above the warriors, there are martial masters, who train Qi.
Later, the Crouching Tiger Mountain Man mentioned that he entered a new realm after the age of forty - Wu Zong, that is, a martial arts master. It took another ten years for him to become a great master, and he was powerful in the world.
When his strength reached this level, he could establish a sect and enjoy endless glory and wealth, but he did not. His ambition in this life was only to reach the highest level of martial arts.
He visited many martial arts sects, stole martial arts secrets, and learned other techniques. Later, he visited many famous mountains, rivers, and sages' holy sites, but he still had no breakthrough.
Ten years of hard work were in vain. When he was sixty years old, he retired to the mountains and forests, where he was surrounded by vegetation, bamboo, rocks, insects, birds and wild animals all day long. He actually learned a set of boxing skills from the tigers in the mountains, which was Fuhu Fist.
This boxing technique is extremely powerful. Once completed, one punch can exert a force of several thousand kilograms. It is the best technique in the world!
"No wonder he can jump more than ten meters!"
Wang Cheng thought of Zhu Wei, who must have practiced this boxing to a great level.
He turned over the autobiography, and there was a drawing on the paper of a man lying on his back, with his eyelids drooped, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping.
Next to the portrait, there are five big characters written "Crouching Tiger Breathing Technique", and there are some notes in small characters next to the big characters, which are about the key to practicing this breathing technique.
Wang Cheng's mind moved, and he assumed a recumbent posture according to the posture on the paper, and then chanted according to the formula. It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but he became proficient later.
As he kept breathing, the breath circulated in the body, and the power of the healing elixir was transported to all parts of the body through blood circulation. The cells in the whole body seemed to be reviving, just like the first sun after winter.
It's crispy and makes me want to sleep.
Unknowingly, his mind fell into a state of emptiness, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, and he seemed to be awake but not awake.
His breathing became more and more rhythmic and longer. Eventually, there was a faint airflow in front of his nose, but it was not very obvious at night.
Wang Cheng didn't know that this breathing technique imitated the state of a tiger when it was resting. It was recharging its energy when it was not moving, and when it moved it shook the forest.
He was seriously injured at the moment, and the elixir was healing his injured body. He needed to recuperate his energy, which was exactly the same as the tiger's state when it was resting. He could easily enter the core charm that others would have a hard time comprehending throughout their lives.
It was late at night when I woke up.
Wang Cheng was startled and really jumped up from the ground. He thought a long time had passed, but the time on his watch was eleven o'clock, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Every minute and every second is important to him now. There are only seven days, and he can't waste any of it.
Realizing that most of his injuries were healed, Wang Cheng was surprised and thought: In addition to the powerful healing elixir itself, this breathing technique also played a huge role.
He kept the secret book close to his body and searched the bodies of the other ten men in black on the way down the mountain. He still found nothing about their identities, but he had ten more gold bars on his body.
