There is definitely some connection between the three. After thinking about it, Tang Yun still didn't want to see his uncle Feng Teng. A lot of things are complicated with family affairs, and it becomes a lot more difficult to do, if he is not his mother's own brother...... Just because he sent himself to the Apocalypse Concentration Camp, he taught Xu Zheng Xu Yuan Xingyi Fist these hatreds. I can completely dispose of this supernumerary person through the internal means of the Apocalypse. Everything was easy, Tang Yun only had to go into the office of the "Black Tiger" and pretend to have planted some dry bamboo to send a message! Of course, through Shadow One can. Or...... It's not hard for him to do it himself.

Noumeria said she was weak......

Am I really weak?

Why did he treat himself like that? Why did you send yourself to a concentration camp?

What is all this for?

Thinking chaotically in his heart, Tang Yun felt more and more familiar with the road under his feet. When he looked up, he had already seen the retro golden plaque of the "Galloping Horse Shaped Italian Museum". Tang Yun also made a lot of preparations before going out, wearing sports shorts and a slightly tight T-shirt, looking like a young man who likes fitness. Pushing open the door, I only stood for a moment, and a coach wearing a traditional buckle gown greeted me very warmly.

"Friend is planning to come and learn boxing?"

At this time, Tang Yun had already "changed" his face again, and he squeezed a smile resignedly. I don't know if it's because of the complicated mood or if Sibo is doing something in the back again, a smile squeezed out, Tang Yun only felt that the muscles and skin on his face became more numb.

The coach looked at it for a while, and was amazed. "Hey, don't say it yet. You're a well-proportioned skeleton! The muscles are tight and don't look big, huh...... The wrists and ankles are also thick. I don't know if my friend has not even practiced kung fu before, so it's a pity that my friend's physique doesn't practice ancient martial arts. ”

Tang Yun shook his head and walked into the martial arts hall with a smile. It was like a novice who was going to practice boxing and looked around like he was inspecting the training grounds. Seeing that the few boys who were beaten by themselves at noon were not in the martial arts hall, they put down their snacks. Sibo's disguise technique is very unreliable, and it is troublesome to be recognized by Feng Teng at this time.

The instructor looked at the trainees in the martial arts hall with great pride. "In the Winter Curtain Star to learn ancient martial arts, no one dares to say that we are the first in our Galloping Horse Xingyi Pavilion and say that we are the second! If you are interested in ancient martial arts, don't hesitate, we have a 6% discount if you sign up now! ”

Seeing that Tang Yun hadn't made up his mind yet, he was looking around. The coach patiently added.

"Studying here, you will also have the opportunity to meet Master Feng Teng, the master of the Ancient Form Yiquan! He's the idol of many martial artists. Especially in recent days, Master Feng has been kicking the gym everywhere, whether it is ancient martial arts, military boxing, or Taoist boxing. Master Feng has challenged almost all the martial artists in Bozeman State, and none of them have been defeated! ”

"Don't look at the popular military boxing and Taoist boxing in the Federation. The popularity of these punches is mainly due to the speed of development and the suitability of competitive and operational mechs. If the ancient martial arts are really learned, they may not be weaker than them, there is no strongest martial arts, which one is powerful still depends on the individual's kung fu, isn't it? The important thing is that we still have cultural inheritance! Look at your black hair and yellow skin, don't you want to learn the old things that have been handed down from the descendants of the old calendar? ”

Tang Yun nodded in agreement, but in his heart he thought about how he hurt his master when he kicked around the hall, and silently muttered the word "culture" in his mouth. has experienced countless battlefield battles and countless life-and-death battles. Culture? Who cares about what culture in the face of life and death? Copying the guy to make a yin move, kicking the crotch and biting the ear? Culture? How many federal coins is culture worth in front of the dead? Challenging around? A martial artist in his forties to challenge a master in his sixties? Is this culture?

Leave behind the messy thoughts in your mind. Tang Yun still focused on the environment of the martial arts hall. How many years haven't been here? Tang Yun looked at the floor that had been wiped like a mirror by the automatic cleaning robot, looked at the window frames that had changed from wood to plastic steel, and looked at the training method based on routines in the field......

In the past, the floor was wiped by himself, and he didn't understand why his uncle Feng Teng didn't use an automatic cleaning machine? I used to lie on the windowsill all the time, looking out the window through the wooden window frame, wondering why I couldn't play happily like other children. Once...... The students have always practiced the routines repeatedly as they do now, and I really don't know how much practical significance these routines have. It's just that no one is forced to stand on the stake as desperately as he is.

When you put your feet on the floor of the martial arts hall, it doesn't seem to be as scary as it was in your nightmare.

Casually responding to the coach's words, Tang Yun's eyes were still looking around. He was actually here just to find someone to see what her life was like...... That's his mother!

At this moment, Tang Yun subconsciously felt that a pair of eyes were watching him. He turned his head sharply, and it turned out to be a middle-aged woman in the corner carrying a bucket and a rag! This woman in her early forties had turned white temples and had significantly more wrinkles on her face than women of the same age, looking rather haggard.

She just stood there, just staring straight at herself! The eyes are full of doubts, the faces are full of disbelief, and the eyes are full of ...... Tear!

Tang Yun also froze, and a stream of hot blood surged up from his chest, stuck in his throat, almost making him feel breathless. Just when the middle-aged woman half-opened her mouth and almost spit out the word "cloud". Tang Yun swallowed the word "Mom" that he almost shouted. Covering his face, he ran out of the martial arts hall as if he was running.

He didn't understand, why she could still recognize herself at a glance even though she had changed her face? Why is her face completely different from the photos released by the military on the Star Field Network, and she still recognizes herself as Tang Yun? The last time my mother saw her, she was only 12 years old, eight years old, why was she able to see through her disguise trick at once?

......

It was night in Bozeman, and Tang Yun rushed out of the martial arts hall under the coach's inexplicable gaze and ran for one or two hundred meters in one breath before he stabilized his body, panting heavily. He looked back at the Galloping Horse Shape Pavilion again, only to see his mother looking at him stunned behind the window frame of the martial arts hall that had long been replaced with plastic steel.

The mother and son looked at each other quietly for a long time, until the sweat soaked the placket of the clothes, until the tears blinded their eyes. Tang Yun finally turned around and melted his figure into the night......