Winter goes to spring, the mountains are full of spring, enjoy the flowers and scenery, and there is an endless stream of people who go to the green.

Daluo Mountain, a forest park in the western suburbs, enters the mountain from the sunny side, thousands of kilometers of hiking trails, 100 acres of Guifei Bamboo Garden, the wind blows the conch hole, the incense is prosperous Daluo Temple, the lion hump, the white stacked pagoda, is a rare natural scenic spot in Tianjing.

Although it is sixty or seventy kilometers away from Tianjing City, although the mountain is not very high, and although the city is extremely busy, there are still many leisure people who climb the mountain on weekdays.

On the hiking trail, a tower-like man walks up the steps, with a height of nearly two meters, broad shoulders, and strong muscles, standing out from the crowd of mountaineering, which is particularly eye-catching.

He was accompanied by a man with gray hair, an elegant temperament, and a pair of reading glasses, who looked like a retired university professor.

The old man is indeed a retired professor at a university in Tianjing, and he has been exercising on this hiking trail every day for the past few years, rain or shine.

Three days ago in the morning, the old man suddenly fainted on the trail due to physical exhaustion, people came and went blind, no one stepped forward to take a hand, it was the tower-like man next to him who helped him up, gave him water, massaged for him, and slowly woke up.

After a day of rest, the old man saw this kind man again when he was climbing the mountain, and naturally followed up with him and thanked him.

"Thank you, young man, last time".

Huang Jiujin slowed down his pace and kept pace with the old man, "just a gesture".

The old man sighed, "It's really a matter of raising your hands, but only you have raised your hands."

"It's not their fault, after all, there are a lot of old people who have touched porcelain over the years." Huang Jiujin grinned.

"This is not a reason for indifference, in case it is true, just like the day before yesterday, if it were not for you, my old man would have died."

"That's why I helped you."

The old man smiled, "You young man is very interesting."

Huang Jiujin smiled faintly, "I think I'm quite normal."

The old man thought for a while, "It's true, there are too many abnormal people, and normal people have become different."

Huang Jiujin nodded, "In the eyes of many people, I am indeed an alternative."

"You weren't worried at all when you helped me"?

"Of course I was worried," Huang Jiujin replied frankly. "But I'm not afraid".

The old man's gaze stayed on the big man for a few more seconds, and he was deeply moved by the confidence exuded from him, and he now somewhat understood that the reason why this young man dared to help him was not only because he was kind, but also because he had a kind of self-confidence that he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and he was so confident that he was fearless, such a young man was even rarer, at least he had never seen it in his life, and he couldn't help but have a better impression of him.

"I haven't seen you before, but I've only been here lately?"

Huang Jiujin grinned, looking honest and simple.

"I'm here to collect debts."

The old man's brows furrowed slightly, "Do you live in Daluo Mountain?" or do you often come to Daluo Mountain?

"I live in Da Luo Mountain, just north of the mountain."

The old man sighed, with his life experience in his seventies, he could see that the man was not a rich and noble family, but the person who lived in the north of Daluo Mountain was a real wealthy nobleman. The old man was a little worried and said, "The villas in the north of Daluo Mountain are not ordinary people."

"The old gentleman knows"?

The old man nodded, "Tianjing is a place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, don't look at those people who are not on the Hurun list, but if you really want to publish all the assets, most people on the Hurun list are not enough to see, the most important thing is the heritage, the rich people in Tianjing are different from the rich people in other places, and some things are not measured by money."

The old man paused, and stopped talking, the so-called shallow and deep, some things should not have been said, but thinking that this young man had helped him, he also appreciated it, and still said: "Listening to your accent, it doesn't look like a Tianjing person."

Huang Jiujin nodded and snorted.

The old man continued, "I can see that you are a man who stands up to the sky, and there is no lack of courage and guts. But if there is a conflict with those people on the north side of the mountain, listen to my advice, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, no matter what they owe you, try to talk with you peacefully."

Huang Jiujin smiled faintly, "Actually, I am also from the mountains."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Huang Jiujin in surprise, only to see him holding his head high, his eyes looking directly at the lion hump on the top of the mountain, and his eyes were not angry but threatening.

"The mountain where I am located is many times higher than Daluo Mountain, the Harrier Mountain is so high that even the geese can't fly over, there are ancient trees and forests, you can see big trees hugging people everywhere, and the mountain people there are fierce and bloody, and they are never afraid of poisonous snakes and beasts in the mountains."

The old man was fascinated by it, and was deeply impressed by this young man with an iron tower-like body, and the momentum of the world's great sacrifice was so strong that even he, an old intellectual in his seventies, felt a burst of blood boiling.

Huang Jiujin lowered his head and smiled at the old man, strode forward, and his tall body reached the square on the trail with a few ups and downs, and his figure quickly disappeared into the green bamboo sea.

The old man stood for a long time before he came back to his senses, and sighed, "Life has such a heroic spirit, what does life and death do, strong!

Huang Jiujin did not take the mountain road paved with bluestone slabs, and plunged into the mountain forest after not entering the bamboo forest.

The momentum is getting closer and closer, and at the same time it is becoming more and more familiar, so familiar that I can think of that face, and I can remember the bits and pieces of being together.

The closer he gets to the lion hump, the slower he becomes, and he wants to see him, but he doesn't want to see him here.

The other party didn't hide his momentum, and neither did he.

Coming to the lion's hump, looking up, tens of meters high, he couldn't see the face of the person standing above, but he knew that he was smiling at him.

Huang Jiujin stood in place, also grinning.

The figure above jumped down, and the momentum brought by the fall was superimposed on the momentum that he himself completely released, pressing the grass and trees to bend over, and the nearby were like facing a great enemy, screaming and fluttering.

There was a loud bang, and the man fell to the ground, smashing dirt and leaves flying.

The man who landed on the ground bent his legs, and a beam of sunlight that shot into the forest shone on the shining bald head, reflecting a golden light.

The bald head raised his head slightly, with a bright smile on his face, and his expression couldn't hide his excitement.

But the smile and excited look only flashed away, and in an instant, a cold light filled his eyes, and at the same time, his bent legs kicked back violently, stepping out of seven or eight meters in one step, and three steps later he had come to Huang Jiujin.

The muffled drums of flesh collided, and the two almost equally tall and mighty bodies parted at the touch of a button.

Huang Jiujin withdrew four or five meters and hit a big tree behind him, and the young leaves that had just grown were torn off the branches and fell unwillingly.

The bald man withdrew two or three meters, ploughed two deep grooves on the ground, and as soon as he stopped the force of retreat, his legs popped out again, and his fists hit out with a sound of breaking the air.

Huang Jiujin always had a smile on the corner of his mouth, snorted lightly, and punched out without moving.

The fists collided, making a sound of gold and stone, and the big tree behind him shook violently again, and the bald man withdrew two or three steps.

The green leaves fell in the air, and the two of them were covered in them.

The cold gaze in the bald man's eyes dissipated, looking at Huang Jiujin, grinning, he put one hand in his trouser pocket, wiped a handful on his bald head with the other, took off two green young leaves, put them in the palm of his hand, held his mouth, and said sadly: "There is green at the top, unlucky."

Huang Jiujin took two steps forward, raised his hand and slapped the bald man's chest, "Stinky boy, you have grown."

The bald man shrugged his shoulders and sighed helplessly, "Compared with the captain, there is still a big gap, you are standing still, I am poised to attack, you have already given me a point first."

Huang Jiujin smiled, "I used to give you three points."

The bald man threw himself into Huang Jiujin's arms coldly, and his thick arms tightly hugged the equally strong Huang Jiujin, "Captain, I miss you so much."

Huang Jiujin raised his hand, and finally landed on the thick shoulder of the bald man, and patted it gently, "Me too."

The bald man stepped out, his eyes lit up.

"Captain, where have you been all these years"?

Huang Jiujin looked at the bald man's eyes, and saw something different in his excited eyes, although he looked like a child, but Huang Jiujin knew very well that he was a simple-minded teenager, but now, it seems that it is not.

"You've matured".

Wu Zheng touched his bald head and smiled, "I was only eighteen years old when I met you, and now I am twenty-seven years old, and if I am immature, I will become naïve."

Huang Jiujin smiled, nine years ago, the two enlisted in the army at the same time, in the same military region, the same class, the same dormitory, after half a year of recruit training, the two entered the special number of troops at the same time, and then half a year later, the two entered the special forces codenamed 'War Dragon' at the same time, and half a year later, the previous captain of War Dragon retired, he became the captain, and Wu Zheng became his soldier.

In the Middle East, Africa, South America, and Europe, the two have carried dozens of missions together, and they are really life-and-death comrades who have carried guns together and blocked each other's bullets.

After that, he insisted on leaving the army despite the orders of the chief, and met his brother Lu Shanmin, whom he had been thinking about day and night, at Jinshanjiao.

After all, the two haven't seen each other for four years.

Although in that special unit, all the information between the members is confidential, and they don't know any family information about each other, but after five years of getting along day and night, he already knew that Wu Zheng was born in a powerful family, in fact, among the thirteen members of the "War Dragon", I am afraid that except for him who was born in the mountains, the other twelve are not ordinary children.

The thirteen members of the war dragon, each of them was already a martial arts master before joining the army, and the worst was also the early stage of the late stage of moving the mountain realm, these people were all selected from the top of the major military regions across the country, without the support of a huge family background, ordinary people could not cultivate them.

It's just that he didn't expect that there are thousands of people surnamed Wu, and Wu Zheng happens to be a member of the Wu family.