Time flies, a week later in the afternoon.

The old man felt that his limit was approaching, he leaned against the wall and panted, looking at the sunlight shining through the narrow small window on the roof, his eyes were full of remembrance and longing, as well as a thick sense of helplessness, he sighed and said in a low voice: "Boy, stop practicing, talk to me for a while." ”

In the confinement room next door, Yang Zheng, who was practicing, was sweating like rain, and when he heard the shouting, he quickly stopped, and also sat down at the entrance of the cave, panting with his back against the wall, and asked with a little gratitude and respect: "Old man, what's wrong?" ”

"I'm afraid I can't do it, but it's a pity that Ye Luo can't return to his roots, and he can't go back when he comes, so I'm unwilling." The old man said in a deep voice with grief, coughing a few times after speaking, and there was a touch of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Your old Ji people have their own natural appearance, and they will be fine." Yang Zheng hurriedly comforted.

"Okay, don't comfort me, before I die, I can pass on a unique school to you, die without regrets, your kid has a good understanding, and the foundation is good, presumably the family inheritance can be carried forward in you, but unfortunately I can't see that day, boy, I'm going to die, you can't tell me your identity yet? When I went underground, my ancestors asked me who I had passed on my family tradition, and I was ashamed if I couldn't tell it. The old man smiled bitterly.

"Old man, haven't you asked these days, it was a hindrance to discipline not to tell you before, since you are not an enemy, and you have a great favor to me, it doesn't hurt to tell you, I am a soldier, my name is Yang Zheng, I came to carry out a secret mission, and I can't say anything else." Yang Zheng hurriedly explained.

"Soldiers? Great, it's good that the family heirloom falls on you, remember to help me kill a few more bad guys, protect the family and defend the country, the soldiers are good, the soldiers are good, I will be relieved. The old man closed his eyes unwillingly, and lost his life, and an expression of satisfaction and relief appeared on his face, as if he had let go of his obsession.

"Old man?" Yang Zheng felt that something was wrong, and shouted in surprise, no one responded after shouting a few times, knowing that the time limit had come, his heart ached, and he looked ahead fixedly, and a thick sadness welled up in his heart.

A week seems to be a short time, but it is a crucial week for Yang Zheng, even a life-changing week, and the old man who brought Yang Zheng all this is gone forever.

In silence, a line of hot tears rolled down, Yang Zheng turned over, knelt on the ground, kowtowed vigorously to the old man's body, once, again, and again, and kowtowed nine times, and then got up, cleaned up his grief, rebuilt the bricks, and restored the wall hole to its original state.

It's been more than half a month since he came to this prison, Gao Shou couldn't find it, his strength was not enough, he couldn't get out, he couldn't even dig a pit for the old man and bury it, Yang Zheng hated himself very much, and he was extremely eager for strength and became stronger.

Strength is the best way to solve the problem, and it is also the only way to escape.

Yang Zheng was in tears, sad, and sat on the ground thinking.

Time slowly lost in silence, and I don't know how long it took, a military police came in to deliver food, and soon, there were footsteps and talking voices from next door, and it didn't take long for the old man to be carried away, and no one knew what to do with the remains, Yang Zheng didn't even dare to think about it, before there was absolute strength, everything was in vain.

Be strong, be strong!

At this moment, Yang Zheng's incomparable desire became stronger, his sad and indignant gaze became firm, sharpened, and stepped forward with an arrow, picked up the rice plate and swallowed it in a big gulp, with tears.

After eating, Yang Zheng practiced boxing frantically, and his body turned into a raging eagle, sometimes killing, sometimes moving, sometimes jumping, sometimes tearing.

Sweat flowed and tears flowed down his face.

"Ahh

"Whew-" Yang Zheng's hands transformed, and the void was torn apart.

"Kill-" Yang Zheng roared, extremely violent, his feet kicked on the wall, leaving traces one by one, his body was keenly reversed, and after he landed, his body was stunned, he squatted on one leg, his hands were spread back, and he turned his head to look at the roof and got the narrow small window, and the sharp light flashed in the tiger's eyes, like an eagle ready to go.

At this moment, Yang Zheng felt that his chest was stirring, the war drums were roaring, the blood was burning, and the fighting spirit was soaring.

Yang Zheng just squatted motionless, like a sculpture.

After a while, the wild battle intent retreated like a tide, submerged in the body, Yang Zheng slowly got up, feeling that his eagle claw fist had just entered the old man's god under the pressure of grief and indignation, and couldn't help but move, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the dark void, and muttered to himself: "Old man, thank you for your success." ”

The master leads the door, and the art is in the individual. In just one week, the old man taught the family heirloom, and Yang Zheng lived up to expectations, all learned within a week, but it was only learned, in vain, from the integration of the understanding, there is still a long distance to enter the room, I didn't expect to miss the old man's kindness, inadvertently entered the epiphany, plus there was a certain foundation, the work reached the point of having both form and spirit, which is an unexpected joy.

Perhaps, there is providence in the dark.

Yang Zheng slowly got up, took a deep breath, concentrated, meditated, and savored the perception just now.

After a while, Yang Zheng exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling that he had gained a lot, and there was a rare smile on his face, but he quickly retreated, the prison had heavy guards, the confinement room was blocked by a big iron door, and the outside of the prison was even more tightly defended, and it was almost impossible to get out, and the top priority was to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Only by becoming stronger, can you have a chance to get out, simple and cruel.

After resting for a while, Yang Zheng once again threw himself into crazy training, all just to survive, in order to escape, to turn endless pressure into motivation, and his strength continued to improve, and he didn't realize that his days were boring.

Unconsciously, another week passed, and Yang Zheng, who was training frantically, did not realize that he had been locked up for half a month, and his body was not only not weakened because of being confined, but a little stronger, but also because of lack of nutrition, he lost a lot of weight, and a pair of starry eyes were as deep and powerful as the stars in the night sky.

On this day, Yang Zheng had just finished warming up and was about to practice boxing, when he suddenly heard the sound of dense footsteps, which was completely different from the single footsteps of the military and police who delivered food in the past, and couldn't help but be stunned, stopped, and looked at the big iron gate in surprise.

Soon, a hole was opened in the middle of the big iron door from the outside, and someone shouted, "Stretch out your hand." ”

If you stretch out your hands, you will be handcuffed, and your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced after your hands lose your freedom, and if you don't stretch out, you will go to war directly, and you will have no power to fight back in the confinement room, and if you throw a grenade in, you will definitely die, and the military police will be handcuffed to show that you don't want to die yourself.

Yang Zheng's mind turned sharply, and he slowly stretched out his hand.