Wang Feng wanted to escape from the house, but collided with the captain of the criminal police who rushed over. The captain stabilized his body, grabbed Wang Feng's shoulders, and asked, "Young man, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

At the last moment, Wang Feng roared: "Get down!"

He threw himself down at once, crushing him tightly under his body.

Before the captain could react, the explosion of "Puffy" sounded, and the whole house was blown down, black smoke billowed out, and the house was full of burning flames.

The moment his soul came out of his shell, Wang Feng finally felt a little comforted. Since embarking on this road of no return, he has done a good thing, albeit at a great price!

The cemetery in Xishan, the palm-sized cemetery, has been turned into 60,000 yuan under the speculation of unscrupulous businessmen, and it only has the right to use it for 30 years. But fortunately, after Wang Feng's death, he also had a piece of his own.

Chen Song had bandages wrapped around his arms, and took his son to Wang Feng's tombstone, where his son held a bouquet of flowers and placed it in front of the tombstone, Chen Song took his son and bowed deeply.

Chen Xiaochu asked strangely, "Dad, who is the person on the tombstone?" Why do we still pay for the cemetery ourselves? Is he your buddy? Why doesn't his name have his name on the tombstone?"

Chen Song said in a deep voice: "Xiao Chu, this uncle saved my father's life, but he was blown up!" Everything in the room was blown up, and no clues about him could be found, so Dad couldn't write his name, so he had to leave a tombstone as a memento. ”

Chen Xiaochu nodded as if he didn't understand, and Chen Song said in a low voice: "Son, when you grow up in the future, remember to come and see this good person every year during the Qingming Festival."

In fact, Chen Song did not tell his son that this person was likely to be the suspect who made explosives. He didn't want to stain his son's pure heart.

When Chen Song left with his son, he glanced back at the nameless tombstone. The verdant pines and cypresses on both sides of the tombstone, the slanting sun in the west, and the withered grass all over the ground make the whole cemetery covered with a layer of solemn color, and the nameless monument in it is especially lonely and desolate......

In the first year of Emperor Jingkang of the Great Song Dynasty, just a few days after the Lantern Festival, the spring was cold, and when it was warm and cold, the north was cold, and the entire Central Plains was immersed in a white and vast cold.

At this time, the Jurchen Fanzi divided into east and west routes to the south, although the Western Route Army was blocked to the north of the Weisheng Army, but the Eastern Route Army was a long drive straight in, easily crossed the Yellow River, and surrounded Bianjing City.

At the same time, the people of the Great Song Dynasty also came one after another, and the first battle to defend Tokyo in the first year of Jingkang began.

In the dark field, lightning accompanied by thunder, tearing the sky from time to time, soon, soybean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, pouring heavy rain to the earth, raindrops hit the roof, "crackling" sound non-stop.

The Chenghuang Temple in the west of Gyeonggi Province and Bianjing City in Nanxian Pingtong Xu Town is deserted and dilapidated, the window lattices are tattered, and the windows leak everywhere, but fortunately, the roof is still strong, and it is a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Erlang, wake up, someone may be coming!"

Wang Feng was woken up in his sleep, he opened his eyes in a daze, and found that the surroundings were pitch black, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is this, why am I here?"

"Where else can it be, this is Tongxu Town outside Bianjing City."

The young stout man in black next to him looked at Wang Feng, shook his head, and continued to speak softly.

"Erlang, I told you that after the Lantern Festival, the two of us followed Zhai Xiaoda and came to Tokyo City to deliver charcoal for Zhai Yuan. Zhai Xiaoguan was in a hurry to leave in advance, and the two of us rushed back later, why can't you remember?"

Zhai Xiaodaguanren, Tokyo City, Zhai Yuanwai, I, Wang Feng couldn't help but shudder in his heart, where he was, how could he be the name and place of the ancients.

A flash of lightning flashed, and Wang Feng was surprised to find that the man next to him was short and stocky, wearing a blue-black bowler hat, a black round-necked cotton jacket tied around his waist, and a pair of cotton boots on his feet.

Wang Feng was taken aback, what is going on, what year and month is this, this can't be a TV series, right?

There was a buzz in Wang Feng's head, even if he wasn't killed, he was either in the police station or in the hospital, how could he come to this dark night in the wilderness.

Or, did you cross over?

Wang Feng twisted the back of his hand fiercely, and the pain made him sober up instantly, but he was also stunned!

He involuntarily touched his hair, and sure enough, it was a real ancient hair bun, could it be that he really crossed over and possessed someone?

Wang Feng tentatively asked his companion, "Brother, what are you looking at, is there anything going on?"

Zhai Er turned his head, looked at Wang Feng, shook his head and said, "Erlang, I'm your second brother Zhai, not a brother!, are you confused again?"

He stared at the dark night outside the window and said, "I seem to hear the sound of horses' hooves outside, I'm afraid it's a Jurchen fanzi." Later, if something happens, you can run for your life by yourself, and leave me alone, otherwise neither of us will survive, do you remember?"

"Got it. Zhai Er...... Brother, what year is it?"

The man in front of him made Wang Feng a little moved, and in the later generations, there was no such friendship in the society where he stabbed his brothers twice, deceived me, and was full of materialism.

"Erlang, how did you remember to ask these things?"

Zhai Er glanced at Wang Feng in surprise, and said in a low voice: "I heard Zhai Xiaoguan say that the Emperor Taishang has just taken people to the south, and the new emperor has just ascended the throne, so now is the first year of Jingkang!"

"The first year of Jingkang!"

Wang Feng was stunned for a moment. With the memory of his history buff, he not only clearly knew that he was reborn, but also knew that this Jingkang was not a good era name!

Jingkang is the name of Song Qinzong, according to his memory, the last emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, only one year and two months of hard life, under the coercion and intimidation of the Jurchens, together with the famous Qinglou Emperor Zhao Ji, the rest of the Great Song Dynasty, concubines, officials, and thousands of craftsmen and craftsmen in Bianjing, were captured by the Jurchens to the north, and the Northern Song Dynasty also died abruptly.

The shame of Jingkang, the Central Plains is full of bones, the corpses in the sea are like mountains, the people are displaced, and the well is depressed. The mountains and rivers were broken, the captives invaded, the Song dynasty crossed to the south, and China no longer had the power to look north.

"Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed! Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood!"

How did you travel to this turbulent era? Wang Feng sat there stupidly, motionless, silent, as if he was stupid.

The biting cold wind, the remnant snow in the wilderness, the Lantern Festival has just passed, and the thick cotton clothes on the body should be in the twenties of the first month, and it is not yet February.

In the first year of Jingkang, soon, the Jurchen Fanzi would break through Taiyuan City, wave his troops to the south, and attack from the east and west, and break the country in a moment!

I don't have the slightest buffer time for myself, God, aren't you playing with me! Wang Feng covered his face with both hands.

Feeling that his hands were a little rough, Wang Feng couldn't help but spread his hands in front of him.

With the flash of lightning, he was surprised to find that the fingers of his hands were thick and long, the palms were huge, and the joints were also thick, and he could feel that his hands were full of thick calluses.

He couldn't help but touch his forearm, the muscles on his arm bulged, and he was unusually strong. The muscles in his arms are smooth and strong, and he is definitely not older than his twenties! At this moment, he is full of vitality and amazing strength, is this still his own in the future?

How old are you?

Why are you all the time?!

Wang Feng of later generations has always dreamed of being admitted to the military academy, heroic, and defending his family and country. Later, although I didn't get my wish, I also entered university.

Because of his frail body since he was a child, he was congenitally deficient and was bullied a lot. Under the mediation of his grandfather, when Wang Feng was five years old, Uncle Niuwa, a bachelor in the village, began to teach him martial arts. After practicing boxing and kicking for more than ten years, it was not until he entered a university in another province that Wang Feng's martial arts practice slowed down.

Uncle Niu Wa is a bachelor who has been a bachelor all his life, and usually makes a living by working part-time. However, he has studied kung fu in Shaolin Temple for more than ten years, and I heard that there is also a law name, but he has never told Wang Feng.

When he arrived at university, Wang Feng ran every day, played football to exercise, and practiced Xingyi boxing and Taizu Changquan given to him by Uncle Niu Wa in his spare time. Although he was congenitally deficient, his body has always been much better, even if his body is at a loss, it is still okay to defeat three or four adult men.

When Uncle Niu Wa was in his third year of college, he couldn't afford to fall ill and died. Before he died, Uncle Niu Wa left him his only assets, several sets of boxing books and a deposit of more than 2,000 yuan. However, those precious boxing books, with the explosion of that explosive pipe, were left in that unreachable time and space.

If Uncle Niu Wa has a spirit in the sky, I don't know if he will be angry and swallow his breath again! The proud disciple he shows off to people all day long, the pride of his life, the Wenqu star in the village, is actually hiding in Tibet like a walking corpse in a materialistic metropolis, and he is a shameless bastard who makes money by making explosive pipes all day long!

Mother's white hair, curved backbone, inseparable maternal love, cowardly and fearful, ill-fated sister, strict and amiable, strong backbone Uncle Niuwa, haunted by dreams, but can never go back to the countryside......

Wang Feng's tears flowed involuntarily, he wiped a handful of tears with his hands, raised his head, and took a deep breath.

Let your sinful past life go with the wind. In this world of rebirth, do as much as you can do that is beneficial!

Seeing Wang Feng sobbing in a low voice, Zhai Er's eyes moved from the broken window. He patted Wang Feng on the shoulder and said, "Erlang, you don't have to worry!" I'll take you home and hand it over to your mother! You can rest assured! ”

The sound of horses' hooves outside the house was getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, it was already in front of it. Zhai Er pointed to the Buddha statue, and the two crept to the Buddha statue, lowered their bodies, and hid.

With a "clang", the door was pushed open, and in a moment, footsteps came, and several people walked into the temple.

Behind the statue were dusty cobwebs, and Wang Feng and Zhai Er covered their mouths and noses with their hands to avoid sneezing and alarming the people outside.