Zhou Yang saw Cheng Tinghua lying on the roof tiles, with several bullets on his body, blood gushing out, soaking through his clothes and staining the tiles under him.

Motionless, lifeless.

"The afternoon was fine! How so! ”

Zhou Yang stepped over to Cheng Tinghua and squatted down, and couldn't help but feel a little sad on his face.

Although they have just met, the two have a very happy conversation, and Cheng Tinghua's heart is very sincere.

At this time, it was only a few hours since the meeting in the Guo'er Courtyard, and when I went to the appointment to say goodbye, I saw Cheng Tinghua's corpse, how could this feeling not be sad.

It even feels very absurd and unreal!

A generation of grandmasters, how could they die so sloppily!

"Little brother."

When Zhou Yangzheng was sad in his heart, he saw Cheng Tinghua open his eyes, and his heart suddenly rejoiced: "Senior, you are not dead!" ”

"It's just a breath."

Cheng Tinghua shook his head: "However, the little brother doesn't have to be sad, the children of the rivers and lakes are coming, and they must accept their fate." ”

I don't know if it will come back to the light, Cheng Tinghua's face was ruddy at this time, and his speech was also very coherent: "What is in my pocket is the boxing book that I have written with half my life's painstaking efforts, and the rest is nothing more than foreign objects."

It is a pity that the boxing spectrum has not yet been completed, but the general outline of the essence has been clear.

I entrust you with the boxing spectrum, and I hope you can learn something in the future! ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yang reached out and took out a bloodstained black-skinned boxing book from Cheng Tinghua's wide sleeved robe. Because it was soaked in blood, the words on the cover were no longer legible.

"Your talent in martial arts is very good, and it is rare to have a heart for martial arts, you can take this boxing book in the future and go to my friend Sun Lutang, I have a good relationship with him, you can learn from him······

It's just a pity that I, Cheng Tinghua, am obsessed with martial arts, but I was born in this era by mistake······"

Before the words were finished, the momentum that Cheng Tinghuaqiang was carrying gradually dissipated, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and after the words fell, the whole person was silent.

"Father!"

At this time, a figure climbed over the roof.

Zhou Yang looked up, this was a black-faced man in his thirties, who looked somewhat similar to Cheng Tinghua's appearance, and looked at Cheng Tinghua who was out of breath with tears in his eyes.

"Master Cheng, go."

A man in a robe and glasses climbed onto the roof, and said in a sad tone: "Tonight, as soon as Master Cheng came back, he said that he had caused trouble and was going to pack his luggage and go out of the city for a few days.

But it didn't take long for a large group of foreign devils with guns to find them.

Those foreign devils were not Cheng Shi's opponents at all, and as soon as they met, Cheng Shi put down several people with his dragon gossip palm, and played all the way out of the alley. It's just that the enemy is outnumbered, and Cheng Shi doesn't dare to delay, so he plans to leave here first.

It's just that when I went to the house, my hair was accidentally wrapped around the roof tiles, and I couldn't indulge. can only start a second time, but the time has been delayed, and the foreign devils who got the opportunity shot at Cheng Shi indiscriminately, seriously injuring Cheng Shi.

Later, this little brother came and killed all the more than 60 foreign devils by thunder······"

Speaking of this, the man with glasses raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yang, but the look of horror in his eyes couldn't be suppressed.

That's more than 60 foreign soldiers with guns, that is, the Boxers descended from the gods, Qing soldiers with strong guns and thick armor, and they have to walk around when they see these foreign soldiers!

In the past few months, I have often heard people say that these foreign soldiers are amazing, each of them is like a monster with great powers, and a dozen foreign soldiers can suppress thousands of Qing soldiers!

Now these demon soldiers in the mouths of the people, whoever sees them will be frightened.

But just such a young man, he killed more than 60 foreign soldiers, and the alley became a Shura field, red, white, yellow, and blurred flesh and blood, which made people feel numb at a glance, terrifying!

"My predecessors and I hit it off at first sight, and we agreed to meet tonight in Hebochang Hutong, but we didn't think that we were only two hours apart, and when we met again, we were already separated by heaven and man."

Zhou Yang sighed.

"Cheng Youlong, thank you brother for your heart, and Mr. Li for telling my father."

Cheng Youlong had already put away the grief in his heart a little at this time, and hugged his fists towards Zhou Yang and Mr. Li to thank him.

Mr. Li said ashamedly: "I have been close to Master Cheng for ten years, and I have inherited the affection of Master Cheng, and I hate that I have no power to resist and failed to help Master Cheng get out of trouble." The most important thing now is to transport Cheng Shi out of the city, and this fierce battle in the alley is too loud, and I am afraid that it will not be long before a large number of foreign soldiers will arrive. ”

"That's what the gentleman said."

There was not much time, Cheng Youlong went down to the room, returned home and found a roll of straw mats, and hurriedly wrapped Cheng Tinghua up.

At this time, Cheng Tinghua's younger brother Cheng Dianhua also got the news and rushed over.

Zhou Yang watched Cheng Dianhua tie the rolled straw mat to Cheng Youlong's body, stood on the roof, stood up, and said to Mr. Li and the three of them, who were about to go out of the city with them: "You guys can go out of the city with confidence, don't forget to tell me when I am here for your palace and Cheng senior's funeral." ”

Cheng Youlong said uneasily: "Mr. Zhou, let's go out of the city with me!" ”

Zhou Yang waved his hand: "It's okay, I have my own way to get out." ”

Seeing Zhou Yang's insistence and his expression was quite calm, Cheng Youlong nodded: "Mr. Zhou take care!" Five days later, I waited for Mr. at the Chaoyang Gate. ”

Time waits for no one, the three of them dare not procrastinate, and after saying goodbye to Zhou Yang, they hurriedly left Hebochang Hutong and headed towards the nearest Chongwenmen.

Zhou Yang stood tall and stood on top of the glazed tiles, the huge silver moon hanging behind him.

He watched as the figures of the three disappeared into the shadows of the moonlight.

Then, Zhou Yang sat on the glazed tile, untied his shoelaces, and took off the boots with blood sticking to the soles.

After a fierce battle, it is rare to be quiet at this time, and enjoy the summer night wind like a pair of gentle hands caressing the body.

The righteousness of the family and country in the strange world, love and hatred, it is difficult to leave ripples in Zhou Yang's heart.

But after experiencing a fierce battle, he sent away a friend he had just made, and Zhou Yang was inevitably a little melancholy in his heart.

With Erlang's legs crossed and his head cushioned by his arms, he lay on the glazed tiles, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

The alley below is like a Shura field,

The man on the roof,

But it was covered by the moonlight.

"Hum~"

"Smack!"

Maybe it was the mosquitoes that disturbed Zhou Yang's thoughts.

The figure suddenly disappeared into the moonlit roof.

"It's so spacious, you don't have to curl up in it."

In the carry-on space, Zhou Yang stood up straight.

Leaned the P9O submachine gun in his hand against the corner, took off his helmet, and took off the heavy body armor on his body.

Eight cubic meters of space, with a height of two meters, there are four square meters of living space. In it, it still looks depressing, but it's still much more comfortable than the way it shrunk its arms and curled up its legs before!

Zhou Yang opened a gap two centimeters wide and more than ten centimeters long in the space for ventilation and observation of the outside world.

Then, spread out the prepared mattress in the space and put the prepared latex pillows away.

took off his clothes, did a few stretching movements, picked up the kettle and made a cup of black tea, sat on the futon, comfortable, while looking at the sleeping baby, while skillfully peeling an orange.

Carefully select the orange shreds on top of the oranges.

Eating oranges, I waited for a while, and saw that there were no foreign devils coming.

After eating a pack of expired biscuits, Zhou Yang, who had been running around all day, also felt sleepy.

Holding back his sleepiness, he opened the ammo box in the corner of the wall, grabbed a handful of yellow-orange rifle bullets, and pressed them into several empty magazines one by one.

Finally, after checking the status of the guns one by one, Zhou Yang looked at the sleeping baby who didn't know what he dreamed of, and saw that she suddenly held her mouth and snorted twice.

Zhou Yang stretched out his finger and gently poked the baby's face.

The night breeze was gentle, accompanied by the occasional gunshot.

Zhou Yang was lying on the soft futon, and the sound of snoring slowly sounded in the carry-on space, and the baby came and went.

A good night's sleep.