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The entrance to the ancient dragon cave.
The two middle-aged extreme warriors hesitated to speak. When people reach middle age, they have more things to consider. Unlike when they were young and could rely on their passion, the people who protected them from the wind and rain in the past have aged. Their roles have changed, and they have also Heirs and families.
It's like right now, it's not that they are looking forward and backward, but that they have more bonds...
"Chu Feng, look at the two people at the entrance of the cave. Their postures look so sour."
"Don't talk nonsense, but it's really... special."
The two teenagers pushed aside a clump of reeds and carefully poked their heads out. After landing on the island, they volunteered to lead the way in order to gain impression points for their graduation practice report. However, they saw two extreme warriors stationed at the entrance of the ancient dragon cave. , the posture is a bit stiff no matter how you look, and you are sweating profusely, as if you have just experienced a strenuous exercise.
"Hey, Chu Feng, look who that is."
The two teenagers turned their eyes and looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing dozens of meters away. They could vaguely see that it was a young man in his twenties. Although the white robe was a bit rough, he had an unusually peaceful temperament. Such a figure , bathing in the rising sun, is actually a bit unforgettable.
"What are you two little bastards looking at! The Dragon Cave is closed for a quarter of an hour and no one is allowed in!"
At the entrance of the Dragon Cave, two extreme warriors glared at them fiercely, then turned around and walked into the cave. They had to take back the alloy knife they had just thrown away and try to erase some traces to minimize the impact. At this moment, two middle-aged martial arts practitioners The members have decided to keep today's matter in their stomachs.
Qin Qian and Chu Feng looked at each other, always feeling that the movements of the two extreme warriors were a little dry, as if they had lost their strength, etc...
Chu Feng poked his best friend with his elbow and pointed at the empty alloy scabbards behind the two extreme warriors. The two looked at each other again and looked a little excited.
Contest!
Combined with all the previous events, the two teenagers had already made some guesses, and they were both a little annoyed. If they had been faster just now, they might have been able to see an extreme battle. They were curious as to who the young man in white robe who left was. What kind of identity could actually defeat two extreme warriors stationed in the ancient dragon cave? Looking at Santai Martial Arts School, there are only the principal, three vice principals, the director of the Academic Affairs Office and the Political and Educational Office, a total of six people who have broken the first physical shackles ,
Extreme martial arts requires breaking the limits in order to evolve, but the limits are difficult to reach, let alone breaking the limits. This is also the fundamental reason why the true extreme warriors are chosen one in a million. As far as the two teenagers know, although their Santai Martial Arts School Known as the No. 1 martial arts school in Taizhou, the students who enter the school are all top students from various districts, counties, villages and towns. However, only about 10% of the graduates every year can be admitted to the martial arts academy. This 10% is about There were about a hundred people, and in the end, there were only about ten people who were able to break the limit of the human body for the first time and become extreme warriors.
So even though the two of them said they refused to admit defeat, they were actually very uneasy in their hearts. Extreme Martial Arts was a real single-plank bridge for tens of thousands of people to cross. Although it was much improved compared to when Extreme Martial Arts was first established more than a hundred years ago, every year, There are still many people who are left with disabilities because of their inability to practice Falun Dafa.
Just because they are ordinary, they need to work twice as hard as those from wealthy families.
The prefecture is Taizhou, Hailing District.
On the banks of the Fengcheng River, in front of a brand new high-rise building embedded with solar energy converters.
Su Qinian shook his head with a wry smile. Twenty-three years of Yunheyue were enough to change a lot of things. The orphanage that used to be slightly deserted has been torn down and rebuilt. He can no longer find the bits and pieces of his past memories. Look at the smiling faces of the children who are carefully cared for by strange caregivers at the gate. It is lonely and warm here.
It's just that everything has nothing to do with him anymore.
Buzz!
There was a soft chirping sound, and a dark, slender yet majestic air car fell from the sky and landed at the entrance of the orphanage.
A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a snow-white military uniform, with a solemn and majestic temperament, stepped out of the car, followed by a young man of about the same age, wearing a standard navy blue uniform, with an aloof expression.
"Captain!"
The driver of the air vehicle is also a soldier. He is about 30 years old, with a straight posture and measured steps. He is standing respectfully aside.
"Another year has passed, and I can still come back alive to see."
The middle-aged soldier stretched his thick eyebrows and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Then he shook his head, sighed and said, "It's getting more and more different. Let's go."
Taking one last look at the increasingly unfamiliar tall building in front of him, the middle-aged soldier turned his eyes and could no longer move. His whole body seemed to be frozen, and a look of disbelief gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Dad." "Captain."
The young man and the guard beside him spoke one after another, but received no response. The two of them frowned and followed their gazes, but they saw a young man wearing a coarse white robe who looked a little shabby. Perhaps the only one who could catch his eye. It's that calm, even slightly vicissitudes of temperament that doesn't match his age.
"Beg, beg Nian brother!"
Finally, three words came out of the middle-aged soldier's mouth, which made the young man and the guard stunned. What did the father and the regiment leader call the young man? elder brother?
Is it too well maintained, or is it...extreme martial arts!
The young man and the guard both had their hearts skipped a beat. They looked at each other and understood that each other's thoughts were the same. Generally speaking, only great martial artists who have broken the limits of the human body three times have developed internal strength and can repair all the previous two breaks. The hidden wounds left by the shackles of the human body can prolong life. From then on, you can maintain your appearance. But if you want to be like the young man in front of you, you need to become a great martial artist at this age, so that you can look good in your forties or fifties. Same as young people.
"Nie...Geng Wu!"
Su Qinian felt something in his heart long before the air arrived. Until this strange yet familiar face reappeared in front of his eyes, some dusty memories were like a book blown by the wind, opening page by page. .
…
"Brother Qinian, I don't want to leave you."
"Go ahead. When you become a general, we will have a bright future. Remember to be braver in the future. The army is not like an orphanage. Practice your martial arts well and those people will respect you."
"That's it, okay then, I will definitely become a general, and then you will all come to be my soldiers. We will never be separated in the future, ugh... I will miss you."
"Okay, we'll wait for you, Nie Gengwu, don't cry."
"How can there be..."
…
The figure of the young man merged with the middle-aged officer with a straight back and majestic temperament in front of him, and his peaceful mood was aroused. Nie Gengwu was born in the year of Gengwu, and his birthday is unknown. Because when he was adopted, he had a green jade pendant with the word Nie engraved on him, so Named Nie Gengwu by the orphanage, he was about two months younger than him. Until he enlisted in the army at the age of fourteen, they ate and lived together and were as close as brothers.
"It's really you!"
Nie Gengwu stepped forward with a few strides, his eyes were reddish, and he stood half a meter in front of Su Qinian. He looked up and down and said, "Brother, you are really not dead. You said you wanted to find a cure. It has been nearly thirty years since I joined the army. I have heard nothing from you. How have you been doing these years? Experts said at the time that your physique was too poor and you had a lot of chronic diseases. You could not practice martial arts, and you would not live to be thirty. Look now, it must be good! Good! Good! Good! Good!"
Seeing his old friend with a trembling voice in front of him, Su Qinian's heart was filled with ups and downs. He did not suppress this emotional change and allowed it to be released. He stretched out a hand and patted the shoulder of the middle-aged officer in front of him who still vaguely looked like before. He sighed and said: "Okay, everything is okay. You have changed a lot, and you have really become an officer."
It turned out to be him!
Not far away, the young man and the guard woke up, especially the young man. He knew his father's past very clearly. He had also heard his father mention it many times. With such an uncle, even though he knew he was terminally ill and would die soon. , and still didn’t give up, but unfortunately there was no news later. I thought he died in some unknown corner, but I didn’t expect that after nearly thirty years, he actually appeared in front of me again.
"Qing Nian, you know how many years I have been looking for you. It has been nearly thirty years. You and I are already close to our destiny. You are so cruel. You never come back to us. Where do you live now? Please tell me. This time you I can't run away!" Nie Gengwu said passionately, holding onto Su Qinian's shoulders with both hands.
"The sea of stars is our home, and we have been delayed."
Su Qinian shook his head helplessly. There were some things that were difficult to explain, and no one would believe him if he told them.
When Nie Gengwu heard this, he was startled at first, then took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Let's go home with me. You won't be able to run away this time!"
"That's fine." Su Qinian nodded. He naturally wanted to know more about people and things when he could meet his old friends again.
"Okay, let's go! Go back! Haha!" Nie Gengwu laughed heartily, indescribably rough.
A minute later, seeing the back of Su Qinian boarding the steamer, the young man couldn't help but curl his lips, saying that Xinghai is home, to put it nicely, wandering is just wandering, he can't even afford a gold sweater, he still wants to save face, hypocrisy, just because he is a A homeless man is born with a weak constitution and cannot practice martial arts. Although the medical level is very high nowadays and the average life span of ordinary people can reach ninety years old, it is not uncommon for a man to be so well-maintained. Could it be that God has sent down a Wouldn't it be a different kind of compensation for this suffering?
"Nie Niannian, what are you doing? Get in the car!"
Hearing my shout on the steamer, the corner of the young man's mouth twitched. He dared to give him such a weird name just to miss such a person. He suddenly felt that he had been blind for the past twenty years, and then thought of those rough and rude gangs. With the stage names he had given him over the years, he suddenly wanted to ask if his psychological shadow could cover the entire earth...
Two minutes later, the air steam came on.
"Call someone."
"Uncle Su..."
Snapped! There were stars in the back of one's head.
"Call uncle!" Nie Gengwu raised his eyebrows.
"Hello, Uncle Su..."
The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, feeling that his temperament was shattered. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! Please give me a guaranteed monthly pass in January of the new year. Happy New Year to everyone, 2018, Wushen will definitely be more exciting.)
