Carved Bones of Rebirth

As soon as the two joined hands, everyone was stunned on the spot.

At first I thought Yan Leng was just a showman, but I didn't expect that he really has real kung fu, his horse stance is steady, just look at the iron bridge, Yan Leng caught Yang Hu's flying kick head-on, and stood firmly on the spot, as if Roots are common.Immediately, he swept his legs, forcing Yang Hu to jump far away.

Yan Leng had already thought through his strengths and weaknesses before making the move.

Compared with moves, he is probably slightly better, and more importantly, the other party underestimates him; while his own disadvantage is probably physical strength.

If his physical strength is compared with ordinary people, it is naturally far superior, but if compared with these men in the army on the border, he will not be able to see anything in a short period of time.

Therefore, he didn't seem to be playing tricks at all, but pressed hard every step of the way, forcing Yang Hu and him to trade injuries for injuries, attacking and attacking.

There are not many martial arts routines anymore, just a simple straight fist, cannon, side kick, side kick and leg sweep, together with Yang Hugong, the dull empty sounds are shocking.

The people on the sidelines no longer had any smiles on their faces. For a while, the place full of hundreds of people became silent.

They were all looking at the small field surrounded in the middle, or rather, they were looking at the person they had looked down upon.

Yang Hu became a little irritable, unable to attack for a long time, at least up to now, he hadn't taken advantage of Yan Leng, the throbbing pain in the face from Yan Leng's punch just now seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

As soon as Yang Hu gritted his teeth, the originally vague murderous intent became obvious, making people feel chills. Yan Leng resisted not taking a step back, gritted his teeth and continued to fight with Yang Hu.

No killing intent.

Murderous intent and murderous intent are different, only those who have seen blood on their hands will have murderous intent, some people hide it well, while others will expose it fully.And only when you really want to kill the other party will you have killing intent, Yang Hu only has murderous intent, not killing intent.

This is not the time for him to be desperate. He will fight the enemy to his death on the battlefield, but he will not kill his brothers here.

Unknowingly, Yan Leng's strength has been recognized by them, at least, they have begun to think that Yan Leng has the strength to be in the same place as them.

Still the same sentence, in the army, whoever has the biggest fist is the one who speaks the truth.

To the people in the field, it seems that they have been fighting for a long time, but in the eyes of the people outside, they have only played for a short quarter of an hour, but both of them are already in danger, and no one can escape the trap set by the other. When performing the ultimate move, they would quietly breathe a sigh of relief, and then look at the successive combos, and raise their hearts again, and so on.

I can't lose!

Another face-to-face passed, and the two passed by with dodge, neither ignoring the flame and fighting spirit in the other's eyes. It was the obsession to win, and the determination and will only a warrior had.

Win or lose, I will recognize you as a brother.

If Cen Ge saw Yan Leng like this, he would definitely be surprised, but he would also feel reasonable.

Different from the previous "discussion" at home, Yan Leng no longer practiced Taipingquan steadily, and no longer worried about and calculated the consequences of each move and style. He would rather trade injuries for injuries. You hit me One punch, even if I bite, I will bite off a piece of flesh from you!

This kind of Yan Leng is like a tiger out of its cage, or a dragon in the sea, full of passion and courage, hearty and hearty.

"Come again!"

I don't know how many punches they have gone through. They are actually close to the limit. They still don't know it. Not very pleasing to the eye left some marks on the face.

"Brother, stop it!"

"Yeah, big brother, we can't fight any more!" The people in the arena were eager to drink and sing, but the people outside were very anxious, but they didn't dare to go up to fight without big brother speaking.

They can all see that this newcomer is also really capable, not to mention anything else, most of the people present must not be his opponents just because of his kung fu. Yang Hu's kung fu is not one of the best among them, but He is definitely the best, but Yan Liang has not been able to distinguish himself from him until now, so he has to say a word of convincing.Even if they were replaced, they would be suppressed by Yang Hu on the ground within a few minutes.

The big brother didn't have the slightest expression on his face, he still had that cool poker face, "Wait a minute." It's just that his fists were already clenched, and he was afraid of accidents, but he couldn't stop, because they all needed this victory, even if , Judging from the results, this victory or defeat is simply meaningless.

On a small building a thousand meters away, two people were looking at it with binoculars.

"His grandma, what is Xun Yan doing?! Didn't he see that both of them should be sent to the hospital?!" Er Maoer suddenly became angry, his old face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Master, Xun Yan can't do anything about it. This game cannot be without a winner." Er Maoyi put down the binoculars, and his tone was very helpless. He didn't know, it was just a person, why did the old chief come over in person? , and he is still here and will not leave.

"Zhang Beige!" Er Mao Er was furious, and the fire burned Er Mao Yi instantly, but he was a little angry, but more worried.

"Master, didn't you ask me to come here just to see this kid?" Zhang Beige didn't look scared at all, instead he looked at Ermao Er with a smile.

"You kid!" Ermao Er couldn't put on a show anymore, but still laughed, "That's right, what do you think of this kid?"

"Hand skills are pretty good. I don't know how the marksmanship is, but if it's only at this level, it's still close to the 'Northern Blade'." Zhang Beige said slowly, not like a conversation between an officer and a subordinate, but rather like an elder and a junior. Talk about homework.

Er Mao Er blushed, unable to continue what he wanted to say next.

"But, this kid has a good will, he looks like a soldier of our 'Northern Blade'." After Zhang Beige finished speaking, he jumped two meters away in an instant.

Sure enough, Er Maoer kicked over, "How dare you hide!" The old guy was so happy, in this film, only Zhang Beige was left who dared to talk to him like that, and there was no PLA discipline Stern look.

"Cough..." Hearing that Ermao Er had said everything to this point, Zhang Beige could only laugh along with him, and slowly moved over, trying to change the subject.

"Master, why do you have to stuff him into the 'North Edge'?"

"Hum..." Ermao Er glared at Zhang Beige, but he didn't hide it from him, "He is the grandson of my old chief, but this kid didn't grow up on the fertile soil of the Beijing Military Region, but he wants to go to our Southwest Military Region Running around, Fei dragged me to hide from his grandfather with him, and wanted to enter the "Northern Edge"... Cough... I was also fainted by his two catties of yellow soup, so I agreed in such a muddle-headed way, alas, now I Still worried about what to do." He was also panicked, Yan Long was his old chief, no different from his father, but Yan Leng obviously didn't want to be gilded here and have a glamorous resume, what can he call him? It's good to do it.

"Master, with all due respect, since he is already a soldier, he must have the determination to sacrifice for the motherland. From the day he served as a soldier, he should have the awareness to die and live. He is not the grandson of a person, and he may not Another man's husband, just a soldier." At this moment, Zhang Beige was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, fearless, and slowly pierced through the struggle and helplessness in the teacher's heart.

The fight outside also came to an end, the two pulled each other and rolled to the ground, neither of them wanted to let go, until they were exhausted and slapped each other in the air, and then both passed out with laughter.

"Hurry up to the infirmary!!!!" Seeing that both of them had passed out, the boss yelled, waved his hand, and sent the two to the infirmary exclusively for their tiger regiment.

In the end, there was still no winner, but it was like a gangster fighting and fell asleep on the ground, going out vertically and coming in horizontally. This is a true portrayal of everyone who came to the infirmary.

With Yan Leng lying here for two days, Cen Ge also ushered in the day when the university started.

Jiangzhou had no reason for him to stay, so he packed his bags and arrived in the capital just like that.

After getting off the train, Cen Ge subconsciously raised his arms to cover the glare of the sun, and looked at this strange city.

There are many tall buildings, and there are all kinds of slogans everywhere, as if they are telling the history of the city and the prosperity of the future. Even if you just stand at the gate of the station and look out, you can see the century-old war and revival of the city. .

Cen Ge came to the capital from Jiangzhou thousands of miles away, but he only brought his old-fashioned trolley case, and the stack of papers, a card, and a mobile phone left by Yan Leng, which can be regarded as returning to the capital. It's time to be alone, but there are more thoughts and hopes.

Yan Leng told him that when he was a child, he grew up in a compound in the capital.

Cen Ge pulled the suitcase and walked unhurriedly along the street, looking at the city bit by bit.

"Sweet and Sour Bean Juice~Sweet and Sour Bean Juice~Ma Tofu~"

"Come here~ hot buns come here~ buns that have been sent out must be hot~"

"Hey~ Aiwowo stuffing is good ah~ sweet-scented osmanthus flavor ah~ Aiwowo stuffing is good~"

After exiting the train station, both trips have a Beijing flavor. The unique yelling of Beijing hawkers and the unique smell of authentic soybean juice are all in this mere street.Hearing this voice full of Beijing taste, Cen Ge couldn't help but feel a little familiar, because when Yan Leng spoke, he always had a Beijing accent from time to time, unlike the soft and waxy people from Jiangnan.

After sitting on the train for more than half a day, Cen Ge looked down at his moaning stomach, looked up at the sky, and then at the enthusiastic little brother, decided to start eating!

After ordering a drawer of meat buns and a bowl of bean curd, Cen Ge sat on the somewhat antique tea stand, eagerly waiting for his life-saving buns.

"Your meat buns are here~" The little brother quickly took out a drawer of steaming steamed buns, and filled a bowl full of tofu curds, and gave them to Cen Ge.

Ahhh.

Cen Ge bit a big meat bun until half of his face was lost, took another bite until there was only a scum left, and then carefully and contentedly chewed the meat bun in his mouth.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what Yan Leng said, the big meat buns in Beijing are filled with mutton, hot and full of satisfaction.

He swallowed another meat bun in three mouthfuls, then picked up the bowl, and drank half a bowl of bean curd, which was perfect.

Cen Ge never realized that he was so obsessed with eating, but it seemed that he suddenly remembered something, Cen Ge looked up at the sky again, why did he suddenly think of Yan Leng again?

The steamed buns in Jiangzhou are made of pork and beef, compared to the large pork buns filled with mutton in Beijing... He thought of Yan Leng's appearance like a little boy, holding a drawer of steamed buns to tempt him.

Cen Ge shook his head, looked at this lovely bowl of bean curd, and remembered Jiangzhou Boss Huang's extremely delicious soup... He remembered Yan Leng driving the car to buy soup for him, and then hurriedly driving to pick him up When I was sweating profusely.

Cen Ge looked at the trolley line under his feet, asked for another drawer of buns, stood up, took out his pocket, and found the stack of small papers that Yan Leng gave him...

Well, Yan Leng, I miss you, I admit it.

You actually discovered my obsession with eating a long time ago, and you still use these cute guys to curry favor with me and seduce me, hmph.

Cen Ge thought angrily, only felt that Yan Leng was extremely sinister, but he also secretly reflected that he was being choked by Yan Leng without knowing it.

Cen Ge stuffed the big Beijing meat bun into his mouth again, and chewed it hard, making all the aunts and daughter-in-laws on the street look sideways, they were so cute. With a height of 1.8 meters [-], a hanger figure with wide shoulders and narrow hips, fair skin, and attractive phoenix eyes... Even swallowing buns is nine blocks more handsome than others!

Fortunately, the girls in 99 were relatively shy and honest, otherwise Cen Ge would be crushed to death by too many peach blossoms today.

What Cen Ge didn't know was that there was a person watching him from another stall tens of meters behind him.

If my brother was still alive, he would probably be around his age.

Cheng did look at Cen Ge in a daze, he thought of his younger brother.

If you don't have seven points of suffering, you won't join the army.

At the beginning, it was just catching up with the domestic turmoil, and their family had a hard time, but at that time everyone was fine, father and mother were still there.When he was half a child, his mother added a younger brother to him. After that, this little guy was like a follower, swaying around behind his ass all the time.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, but he still can't forget the way that little guy looked at him and asked him for candy.

That is his own brother.

Later, when he was 27 years old and his younger brother was only ten years old, one day, when he came home, everything changed.

For him, that moment was tantamount to the collapse of the world.

The father was arrested, and the mother turned on the gas with her younger brother and committed suicide. There was a good family, but he was the only one left.

It took him five years to become the King of Soldiers in China. With his power, he tracked down the events of the year bit by bit, but there was no way to find out.

It wasn't until his nobles helped him that he returned his father's innocence, but his father had already died in prison, his mother and younger brother would never come back to life, and he was still alone.

He couldn't accept an unjust prison that ruined his family, so he chose to escape and went overseas.

Fate tricks people, he is no longer the king of soldiers in China, but has become the famous sword king Yinhu. Today, he is back here again, where he has lived for 27 years.

Cheng Que's sharp eyes were hidden under the peaked cap, but when he held the chopsticks and put a Beijing meat bun in his mouth, he almost wanted to cry.

His toughness and ruthlessness are a trick of fate.