At dusk today, Lao Yang still went to fish by the small pool in the village with a slightly rudimentary "fishing rod" in his hand as in the past.

"Old Yang is fishing again?" asked a man in black on an old-fashioned bicycle.

Lao Yang just smiled, didn't answer, and passed by. The man in black looked at the old man's distant back and muttered, "What a strange person", how can you use a wooden stick to tie a hemp rope to fish, but the man is no longer strange, and the two sides are "going against each other".

About half an hour, Lao Yang came to the pool and sat cross-legged, threw it out, the hemp rope tied at the front end of the ordinary branch in his hand, and about an hour later, the sky was already dark, Lao Yang's eyes swept to the water, as if waiting for the fish to take the bait, from time to time there were one or two frogs in the aquatic plants next to the pool, Lao Yang suddenly raised his head violently, there was white thunder rolling between the clouds above the sky, and the white thunder clouds gathered and dispersed instantly, as if they were hindered by an invisible force to gather, and finally could only turn into a whirlpool facing the center of the pool; slowly the water surface rippled; Lao Yang muttered: The "fish" has taken the bait!

As the ripples in the center of the pool gradually expanded, a human figure surfaced, and in an instant, Lao Yang threw out the so-called "fishing line", and the hemp rope seemed to be psychic, attached to the water and quickly rolled up to the human figure on the water surface, and then dragged to the shore where Lao Yang was sitting;

At this time, it was getting late, except for the occasional croaking of frogs on both sides of the road, and then there was the sound of Lao Yang's panting, which was really damn heavy, and the stinky boy didn't know what to eat to grow up; Lao Yang dragged him to the middle of the road, and he kept talking to himself.

Lao Yang carried one of the person's legs, dragged and walked towards the village, regardless of whether the person's face touched the ground, fortunately the house where Lao Yang lived was only half an hour away from the pool, but I don't know whether the person who was dragged was too heavy, or Lao Yang did it deliberately, he insisted on walking the half-hour distance for more than an hour; A wooden bed, a square table, and a cracked earthen wall.

Lao Yang looked at the corner of the wall, the clothes had been soaked in blood, and his face was the scratches on his face that Lao Yang had dragged his face to the ground just now, and the blood was mixed with dirt and small stones, and he couldn't see what the person looked like.

The next day the sun rose again, but it seemed to be longer and more brilliant than ever.......

The sunlight fell into the room through the paper window, and the originally dim room brightened up a little, but the people in the corner were still left here by Lao Yang, and Lao Yang was no longer visible in the house.

For a moment, the sunlight shone through the window on the body and face of the man who had been left in the corner, and at this time, the voice of Lao Yang coming back came from outside.

Lao Yang pushed open the wooden door, the dazzling sunlight instantly spread the whole room, and there was still a small floating dust in the air that could be seen by the naked eye because of pushing the door, and then Lao Yang turned around and closed the door after entering the door, as if he didn't like the warm and dazzling morning light, slowly walked to the corner, squatted, and then said: "Stinky boy, don't pretend to be dead"!

Still silent, just as Lao Yang was about to squat, the person leaning against the corner of the wall made a "flirting claw" to Lao Yang with an instantaneous momentum, Lao Yang made a block with one hand, and grabbed the man's hair with the other hand, but Lao Yang is a practitioner, and after being captured in an instant, the man spoke, Xu is body is weak, and his voice was pale revealing a sense of powerlessness;

Lao Yang still didn't let go, but the hand that grabbed the hair was a little harder, at this time, the person's already injured face had a severe pain due to the pull of the hair, plus the whole body was injured, and he really did "pull a 'hair' and move the whole body", the man still did not have the tendency to beg for mercy, and Lao Yang's hands were raised again, and he scolded with a smile: Stinky boy, if you want to kill you, you can still see the sun today?

How do you know my surname is Hong?: Hong Chen asked

I don't just know that your surname is Hong, you stinky boy is called Hong Chen, right?: Old Yang is here, as if he is like Yang Banxian who tells many things about Hong Chen's family.

Hong Chen was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly: Are you a "half-immortal"?

This made Lao Yang angry: You are a half-immortal, and your whole family is a half-immortal; but this stinky boy has really been a half-immortal, and he is only one step away from stepping into the real fairyland, this old man, you let go of your hand first, and with Hong Chen's voice, Lao Yang came back from his thoughts;

With the changes inside his body, Lao Yang spoke: "Boy, you will bear with it, and the injuries you were shot will heal later."

Immediately Lao Yang's words fell, and a strange red light began to appear on Hong Chen's body, at this time Lao Yang let go of the hand that caught Hong Chen, and Hong Chen closed his eyes, and his body seemed to have a gentle feeling like bathing in the sun.

When Hong Chen opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings, he was at the top of Qingshan Peak, dozens of kilometers away from the city.

Hiss, a shock of pain came from his head, and what had happened in the recent period of time was accompanied by a sense of pain rushing towards him......

The next thing is to arrange his father's funeral, and he came to the top of this green mountain alone, and when he looked into the distance, he only heard two gunshots, and then his brain went blank, and he was already dead. But Hong Chen clearly remembered that he was shot twice, he would be fine, and the clothes at the shot location already had holes, but why was there no wound, could it be that very real dream?

Just as Hong Chen was thinking back to what had happened, he heard a shout in the distance: "Hong Chen, Hong Chen......"

When Hong Chen heard the shout, he subconsciously hid behind a tree, and the sky at this moment was rendered into a twilight as the sun set, but as Hong Chen looked into the distance, his vision was still bright, under normal circumstances, the distance was about 10 meters, but at this moment, Hong Chen could still see the real thing 100 meters away and clearly see the skin lines of the trees, and even clearly captured the subtle hertz emitted by the insects and quickly found their location, at the beginning, Hong Chen's head was faintly swollen, but as his breathing was stable, these sounds would disappear, and when Hong Chen felt all this again, he could still hear this, but his head was no longer swollenIt seems that the brain has adapted to this perception. But Hong Chen's heart was still mixed at this time, and he didn't realize these changes in his body.

Immediately Hong Chen followed the voice of shouting, only to see three soldiers in military uniform holding flashlights shouting their names, the head of the person upright posture, even if the vision is dim, Hong Chen can still perceive a majestic and majestic aura exuded by this person, as the distance gradually pulls in, Hong Chen gradually saw the face of the person who came, the straight sword eyebrows on the face of the national character are obliquely inserted, the straight nose bridge, and the eyes reveal a resolute gaze even in the dark.

"Uncle Mao, after seeing the person clearly, Hong Chen walked out from behind the tree where he was hiding. Echoing the shouts.

Gradually, the distance between the two sides narrowed, and as Hong Chen walked towards the comer, the middle-aged officer led by him said excitedly: "Hong Chen, come, let me see, it doesn't matter if the gunshot wound is okay, right? ”

Uncle Mao, the gun doesn't seem to hit me, there is no gunshot wound. Hong Chen replied

Uncle Mao, how did you find this place?: Hong Chen asked

It's getting late, let's go down the mountain first and go back to the Jijing Military Region first, let's talk slowly on the road.

The two of you assemble your team and go down the mountain first, and the middle-aged officer instructed the two beside him.

The two immediately replied: "Received, Mao General."