Aurora Soldiers

Chapter 1 Soldiers attack the heirs
  Guangjiang City, Golden Scale Garden.

This is a small single-family two-story villa area, with each household covering an area of ​​about 200 square meters, in a Chinese garden style. However, the entire community has an old feel to it, both in terms of building facilities and green areas.

After all, this villa community was built about twenty years ago and cannot escape the baptism of time.

In the living room on the first floor of Room 302, Area A, the owner demolished all the useless walls and facilities, making the space very open. The interior decoration is very simple, and household items only occupy a very small part. The owner seems to be interested in these things. I don't take it too seriously, and I have a pragmatic style of "just do it if it can be used, and make do with it if it can't be used".

Half of the remaining space is a fitness area. All kinds of equipment are available and neatly arranged. Even the dumbbells are wiped spotless.

In the other half, the ground was covered with soft fighting mats, and a complete set of pure black weapon protection gear was hung on the wall. On the weapon racks on the side, there were also many wooden and iron unedged weapons neatly placed.

Knife, gun, sword, stick, hammer...

In the corner of the room, there is a altar. On the altar, what is worshiped is not the gods and Buddhas, but the four ancient black characters of "Shangwu Jieyi". The strokes of the font are extremely sharp. It doesn't look like it was written with a brush, but more like It is a glyph that is cut out with a long knife.

At this time, a young man in casual clothes was standing in front of the altar.

This man has neat short hair, a broad face and a heavy face, with mountain eyebrows and piercing eyes. His facial features are not handsome, but he has a powerful and masculine temperament.

He is tall, with shoulder blades as broad and thick as two lattice doors in ancient buildings. His arms are strong and slender, his palms are broad, and his ten knuckles are clearly defined.

Moreover, although his shoulders are broad, his body shape is not an "inverted triangle", and his waist and abdomen do not appear slender, but rather very strong.

Broad shoulders, long arms, bucket waist.

Unlike those who pursue physical fitness and bodybuilding, this person's body shape is really tall and strong, with a strong back and a strong waist. Even if he is just standing quietly, ordinary people will feel a strong sense of oppression in front of him.

Zhang Chengguang, 25 years old, is 1.92 meters tall, with a shoulder width of 65 centimeters, a wingspan of nearly two meters, and a weight of about 125 kilograms. He is a military enthusiast and a successor of traditional Chinese martial arts techniques.

He held three pillars of incense and bowed three times to the calligraphy "Shang Wu Jie Yi" on the altar.

"Master, today is the tenth year of my apprenticeship. I am not talented, and I still cannot understand the mystery of 'Jingzhe'. However, although I have not been able to advance in swordsmanship, I am fortunate to have made three or five friends, and I am now preparing to establish a martial arts school." Bingshituan is willing to carry forward the Mingguang Swordsmanship passed down through this."

"Nowadays, the country is peaceful and tranquil, and martial arts are no longer needed to defend the country and stabilize the world. However, although times have changed, the skills, bloody courage and martial arts passed down by our ancestors should not be lost in history. They should inspire the world at all times. , I hope that Master’s spirit in heaven will protect our martial arts and make it prosperous.”

Zhang Chengguang whispered to himself and placed the three sticks of incense in his hand on the incense burner.

Then, he turned around and left the altar, sat down in front of the sofa in the hall, and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table.

The screensaver lit up and a series of chat software prompts flashed on the screen.

Unlock the screen, open the chat software, and messages in a chat group with only six people are scrolling.

The name of the chat group is very long: The Eight Desolations and Four Extremes, I Am the Only One Who Can Respect Heaven and Earth.

Seeing this group name, Zhang Chengguang's mind was filled with dark thoughts. He clicked on the group chat and checked the unread records.

Xiaoniaoyiren: "Who changed the group name?"

The Great Venerable Red Lotus, the Crazy Sword of the God: "It's not me."

Xinlei: "The names are the same, the case is solved."

Xiaoniaoyiren: "Okay, I hate dishonest men the most. I will practice alone with you later. This time I won't use a soft rubber hammer, but a solid wood hammer. My arm circumference seems to have increased by one centimeter recently, so I just want to test my strength. "

Ahu: "Brother Qian, weren't you beaten enough by Sister Zhao last time? Do you have any special hobbies?"

The Great Venerable Red Lotus, the Godly Saber Master: "I am fearless. Recently, I have been studying the classics day and night, and I have figured out a killing move, just in time to avenge my previous shame."

As the saying goes: "What new show did you watch? Is it good or not?"

The Great Venerable Red Lotus, the Crazy Sword of the Divine Temple: "Insolent, I am the God of Pure Love."

…    Zhang Chengguang watched several people in the group chatting away, but no one went to change the group name back. He couldn't help feeling helpless, so he had to do it himself and change the group name back to "Martial Arts Attack Hall Preparatory Group".

Several people in the group are his partners, all descendants of ancient martial arts he has met in Guangjiang City over the years.

Zhang Chengguang's move to change the group name attracted the attention of everyone in the group.

Xiaoniaoyiren: "@光之 giant, the actual battlefield area of ​​the venue has been decorated. We plan to go to the venue to try it out today. When are you free?"

Giant of Light: "You can go over after finishing your daily training in a while."

As the saying goes: "I have to invigilate the exam in the morning and I can pass it in the afternoon."

Giant of Light: "Then let's go together at two o'clock in the afternoon."

Seeing that everyone responded well and started chatting again, Zhang Chengguang smiled slightly and exited the chat software.

He got up and walked up to the second floor, came to a room, and opened the door.

The room was dark, with no windows and no furniture. It was completely empty. There was only a knife rest in front of the wall opposite the door, and a futon placed on the ground in the middle.

As the door opens and light shines in, you can see that the walls of the room are covered with thick wallpaper, which seems to be a sound insulation material.

This is a quiet room for meditation.

Zhang Chengguang walked into the room, closed the door, and was ready to start daily training.

And the moment Zhang Chengguang walked into the quiet room and closed the door.

The outside world began to undergo unprecedented changes.

Guangjiang City, Binjiang Road.

It is early in the morning, the rush hour for work, and the streets are busy with cars and people. Everyone is in a hurry, as if they are racing against time.

Next to the traffic light, a young traffic policeman was directing the traffic all the time. Although it was late autumn and the temperature was not too high, the traffic of cars on the street and the high-intensity command caused the young traffic policeman's forehead to appear. beads of sweat.

squeak! !

Suddenly, for unknown reasons, the vehicles on the street suddenly braked suddenly. Some cars behind them were unable to dodge and collided. There were many rear-end collisions, and the street suddenly became a mess.

Some people poked their heads out to check the situation; some road ragers yelled and cursed.

The young traffic policeman was sweating profusely, frowning, and strode towards the cars parked in front of the traffic light. He could see clearly that the light had just changed to green and all the cars had started because some of the cars at the front were in a hurry. Brake, this caused the accident.

"What's going on with you guys?"

He walked to the driver's seat of one of the cars, knocked on the window and asked, but he soon realized something was wrong. The driver seemed not to notice his inquiry, his expression seemed a little dull, and he kept looking ahead.

The young traffic policeman was confused and looked in the direction of the driver's gaze.

Then, he stood there blankly.

Not only him, but all the pedestrians and vehicles on the street stopped. The noisy city fell into an eerie silence for a moment, and everyone looked in a certain direction in the sky.

There, the sky was like a torn curtain, with a long, narrow and deep crack appearing, slowly expanding.

The sky is cracked.

(End of this chapter)