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"Division...... Parent ......"

Yang Meng slipped quietly from a wall, ignoring the gunshot wounds on his body, he just turned his head and knelt in the darkness, tears couldn't help but vent, but his heart was full of endless remorse: "Why can't I remember more clearly, why are those memories becoming more and more blurry?!" ”

The gunmen in the distance were still searching and firing their guns everywhere, but Yang Meng still escaped from the encirclement in advance and traveled through more than 4 months, but Yang Meng felt that he still couldn't achieve Wang Wu's heroic spirit, and fought for his life in the face of death.

Lin Hei'er took her short sword, which had long disappeared into the night, those brothers who had lived together for more than a month, thinking that someone could escape, Yang Meng settled his excited mood, and instinctively chose to break through and escape from another direction.

A full five minutes of random shooting, in a loud roar suddenly pinched, I don't know whether Wang Wu escaped from the encirclement or heroically, experienced the panic of the Qing soldiers and foreign gun team gradually dispersed, and when the Jingmen martial arts people heard the news and rushed to come, there was only a headless corpse with more than 40 shots in front of the dart game.

The heroes and martyrs who were dedicated to protecting the country finally died tragically under the butcher's knife of traitors and the Eight-Nation Alliance because they were outnumbered! At the age of 56!

On this night, the entire city of Beijing boiled again, no one knew how many people escaped from the dart game, and no one knew what kind of poisonous oath a traverser who was originally incompatible with this time and space on the night of the fall of the grandmaster, gritted his teeth......

Fortunately, Wang Wu told him that the shopkeeper of the Rejuvenation Hall was also his own.

Luckily, as long as you cross two more streets, it is the back door of the Rejuvenation Hall, but I don't know if I am lucky enough to get there safely on this troubled night.

Firmly grasping the bluestone pavement under his feet, Yang Meng worked hard to control his crumbling body, and he had to practice the live horse pile for more than a month, which greatly improved his physique and muscle strength, otherwise he would not be able to continue to run alone with his ability to recover after crossing alone.

Boom...... Bang bang ......

After a long and two short slamming sounds, Yang Meng heard his voice hoarse and low, and he didn't need to deliberately suppress it at all, it was almost difficult to hear clearly.

"Is Shopkeeper Li there...... In the lower Shunyuan dart game......"

With a squeak, the back door, which looked like it was tightly locked, quietly opened, and a white old man wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses cautiously poked his head out: "Are you?" ”

"Under ...... Yang Meng, nicknamed Silly Er, is the fifth ...... of Wang"

The old man gently covered Yang Meng's mouth, pulled him into the door very quickly, and saw Yang Meng's bloody appearance by the moonlight, and his mouth couldn't help but tremble: "Little Liuzi, go out and cover up the blood stains outside, I'll take him in first......"

When he arrived at the territory of this Xinglin master, Yang Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking that the master and the others still didn't know the situation in the capital, he struggled to sit up and said: "Thank you Uncle Li for saving your life, it's just that my master Li Cunyi and they are still hiding in Liuzhuang, and the current situation is ......."

"Huh? You are still Mr. Li's high feet, no wonder you call the fifth master a master, the news of the martial arts in the capital has always been transmitted very quickly, you don't have to worry about your master and them, now the old man doesn't know how to deal with your two gunshot wounds......"

As he spoke, the old man had prepared tools such as acupuncture and moxibustion knives properly, but the traditional Chinese medicine of this era was obviously not proficient enough in surgery and gunshot wounds.

Although his forehead was covered with cold sweat, Yang Meng knew that the warhead must be dug out at this time, otherwise even if the wound was forcibly sealed, it would collapse and even become infected and ulcerated when he turned around: "Uncle Li first tied my arm tightly with a strip of cloth, and then took out the warhead from the wound, Silly Er can still hold it for the time being, by the way, it is best to find two sewing needles and silk threads, and then use a sharp knife scalded with hot wine to dig out the warhead......"

Shopkeeper Li nodded in some surprise, and suddenly had some respect for this childish young man, to be able to escape in this mortal situation, in addition to strength and luck, it also depends on personal will, no wonder Wang Wu beckoned the people in the martial arts sect some time ago and said that he had accepted a named disciple, so there must be no doubt that this kid is undoubted.

Although Yang Meng used to often see the shots of pure men gritting their teeth and digging bullets and scraping bones to heal their wounds in movies, he didn't expect that when it came to his head, it was really difficult to maintain the appearance of an iron-blooded real man, especially when the tip of the knife cut into the muscles and flesh of the wound and kept provoking the search for the warhead, the indescribable pain almost made him completely faint when it was dark in front of him.

I suffered this sin once when I crossed over, otherwise with the ability to bear it in my previous life, I am afraid that I will not be able to stand it at all, while biting the handkerchief in his mouth tightly, Yang Meng is thinking about it in his mind, hoping to use the things around the people around him to distract his attention and reduce the pain......

In the end, it was the doctor who had been sitting in the hall for many years, just when Yang Meng was crumbling, the two warheads also hit the ground, and when the wound was stitched up, the old shopkeeper saw the scar on Yang Meng's waist.

"Judging from the depth of the scar and the scale of the healing of the flesh, the wound is obviously even worse than these two places tonight, and this is not the first time that this teenager has suffered a gunshot wound?"

Although I don't know the hidden story in that scar, in the heart of Shopkeeper Li, he has taken the initiative to move Yang Meng's image closer to the level of 'Gao Daquan' again, Yan Sù's expression gradually softened, and the best gold creation medicine was sprinkled layer after layer as if he didn't want money, and when Yang Meng said a little sweatily that he was just 'short and poor', a piece of ** wild ginseng had been stuffed into his mouth by the old man without saying anything.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Meng's eyes gradually moistened a little, why can't this damn crossing make himself more stable, around these bloody martial arts people, although he knows more and more bloody men, but this dangerous state that may be finished at any time is really terrifying.

The above are the real and ashamed activities in Yang Meng's heart.

As a time-traveler, he feels that he is not the protagonist of those yy novels, just by virtue of the author's clever writing, he can remember all the memories that should be in his mind, and the exact time of historical events, "Those things are simply Tm's beautiful nonsense......"

Seeing crisis after crisis, only plausible memories can suggest that this inability to change the fear and anxiety that is about to arise is something that is difficult for ignorant normal people to understand.

"Uncle Li's kindness, the stupid two is toothless and unforgettable, I don't know if there is news from the dart bureau, I ...... him"

Seeing the hard-hearted young man who was bleeding, sweating and not shedding tears, his voice suddenly became choked, and the sophisticated old man finally breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, perhaps, this is the state that a living young man should have, although this child disguised himself very well, but the trace of grief, depression and slight fear in his eyes made the old man really feel a little distressed.

"Xiaoliu came back just now, I heard that ...... The foreign devil hung your uncle's head on the south city gate, and now he has gone to many martial arts colleagues, ready to steal your uncle's head back in the dark......"

Speaking of this, Shopkeeper Li pressed Yang Meng's body as he struggled to sit up, "Although the wound on your body is okay for the time being, let alone going over the wall, I'm afraid you will have to tear it again even if you run, you can recuperate here with peace of mind, you don't have to wait until dawn, there may be news from the city gate......"

Nodding silently, Yang Meng fell asleep in such a groggy state, but the blood-light stumps that kept pouring out of his mind, as well as the inexplicable concern for that Senior Sister Lin, made him only hover between half dazy and half asleep, if it weren't for the fact that his ability to recover after crossing over was really a bit perverted, I am afraid that if he fell asleep, he would have to wake up after four or five days.

At the same time, he couldn't sleep, and Ma San, who also escaped from the dart game.

This man who is close to thirty years old, regardless of the gunshot wound on his arm, is anxiously running between the martial arts sects that are familiar with the master, the sweat on his forehead and the blood and tears in his eyes, just like the mood of not being able to retrieve the master's head, which is bitter and unbearable.

"Senior Brother Ma, don't be impulsive, the masters of Bagua, Tai Chi and Baji Gate in the capital are basically here, but the palace monkey with the best light body kung fu in my door went to Xijing with Uncle Yin Fu's escort, and Uncle Cheng has been martyred, and it is really difficult to find a master who can climb the city gate with his bare hands for a while......"

There were a lot of people behind him, but Zhang Zhankui's eyes were full of guilt, seeing the gossip door with the most agile body, and he couldn't find a master who could climb the city wall with his bare hands, the bitterness in Ma San's eyes didn't feel heavier, and he looked back at the Baji Gate, and several masters who were practicing outside the family also lowered their heads helplessly, and suddenly felt a burst of sadness welling up in their hearts, and sobbed in a low voice: "Master...... You ......"

"Look, there's a master over there, and he went straight to the city wall, everyone pay attention to attract the attention of the foreign devils on the periphery, that master...... Belch...... Look at this ......."

As one of the disciples of the Taiji Sect exhaled softly, the men who had just lost their anxiety suddenly turned their eyes to the figure that flashed in the night.

On the eighth day, brothers, the recommendation is too low, the confidence is extremely frustrated, do the brothers dare to work hard at night!