those years of rebirth

"Diller, it's time for us to go, that damn professor will be urging him again later."

Next to this burly middle-aged man, another tall Uighur middle-aged man pushed him and said in a low voice.

He speaks Chinese.

Diller doesn't know many languages, just Mongolian and Chinese, and a little bit of Russian. As for the Uyghur who is pretending to be Uighur, he doesn't know Uyghur at all, so for a while, he has been acting as a dumb Uighur Fleeing from Northern Xinjiang with two older brothers of the same clan.

The person who pushed him was Vikoff.

Diller didn't move, but looked solemnly at the kid not far away holding a big gun in his hand. If he removed his beard, he could see how shocked and serious Diller's expression was.

"Vykov, I have seen incredible things."

Diller whispered, "Look at that kid over there."

Vikov and Leo Shako, who had stopped, followed Diller's eyes curiously.

Vikoff whispered: "Is that the kid playing with the stick?"

Farther away, there are other children in the brick factory who came out to play early, or who love to study and memorize texts.Vikoff was sure it was the kid who brushed the stick.

Diller nodded resolutely, without blinking his eyes, and never left that little figure for a moment. It seemed that this little figure had infinite magic power to attract him, and said in a deep voice, "This little kid is amazing!"

Both Vikov and Lyoshako looked over curiously. Both of them had undergone special training, and their skills were very good. The seven or eight big men who were waiting for it would definitely be easily thrown down, but it was only high-intensity training in the West. I really don't know much about Dongfang's boxing techniques. I looked carefully at the little figure shaking a wooden stick with a knife point, as if it was very powerful, but I couldn't understand anything.

However, the two of them could instinctively feel a sense of danger.

From a child who was no more than eight years old, two top international agents actually felt the danger.

Liao Shake's face suddenly became serious, his eyes fixed, and he said in a deep voice: "How is he powerful? Better than you?"

Vikov even instinctively moved his hands to his waist, drawing his gun at the slightest danger to ensure his own safety.

"Ok!"

Diller nodded affirmatively in the suspicious eyes of the two, and said, "This kid is very powerful. With this gun in his hand, I am no match for him. I never thought that I would meet him here." Such an evildoer, he can only be seven years old at most."

Suddenly, the kid picked up his spear, turned his body, and pointed the tip of the gun at Vikov.

Diller immediately turned his head, looked at Vikoff, touched the guy's waist, and immediately knew the reason, his eyes became more dignified, and he said in a deep voice: "Vykoff, stop your movements, don't use murderous Look at him, you startled him."

Vikoff didn't know why, but looking at the child over there, he pointed the gleaming spear tip at him. The coldness even stimulated his throat, and the other party directly stabbed at his throat. Suddenly horrified, he hurriedly listened to Diller's words, moved his hands away, and looked into the distance without any emotion.

In comparison, Liao Shake is much more experienced and has long been used to being calm. He looked at Wang Hengxiao casually, then looked away, and asked in a low voice, "Diller, what's going on? What is this brat doing?" of? He found us?"

Seeing that the child was still looking at the three of them, Diller hurriedly turned around and dragged Wei Ke and Liao Shake to catch up with the crowd in front before answering Liao Shake's question: "Amazing! Awesome!"

After a few words of admiration, he said slowly: "Vikov, boss, we have met an expert! I don't think we can stay here any longer. He may have discovered that we are abnormal."

"Diller, how did he find out?"

Liao Shake asked in a deep voice, "Is he really as powerful as you say?"

In another sentence, Liao Shake didn't say it, it was just a kid who I could lift up and throw more than ten meters away with one hand.

Diller wanted to turn his head to take another look, but he didn't dare, and sighed in a low voice: "That is the realm that we martial arts practitioners dream of. Although he is young, his boxing level is very high, at least not inferior to mine. And he is familiar with boxing skills. The understanding has almost reached the point of transparency. I can see it from his marksmanship. Boss, I dare say that if you and Vikoff don’t use firearms, if you two go together, you will not be his opponent. You will be stabbed to death in two hits."

"There is a legend among us martial arts practitioners, that is to reach a high level, you can comprehend the law of sincerity, and you can know the danger if you don't see it or hear it. Vikov's hostile eyes just now made him feel it very clearly. He Even if you have come into contact with this supreme state, you may be able to comprehend that state after a few years or more than ten years. At that time, no one in this world will be able to kill him unless he wants to die himself!"

"The most important thing is that he is a child! I never believed that such a thing would happen. My master is not as high as him."

Diller's masters, Liao Shake and Vikov, know that they are one of several martial arts masters in Mongolia, and one of the top masters. They have opened a large boxing gym in Mongolia, which is said to have been passed down for several generations. .

"Then we kill him now?"

Vikoff said suddenly.Just now, the cold light and the pair of staring eyes gave him a sense of danger. Any dangerous things, Vikov will use his own strength to remove them, so that the danger will no longer exist.

"You will be the one to die."

Diller said directly: "He's just a kid, just a kid who lives here. He has no intersection with us, and there won't be any conflicts. Boss, Vikoff, if it's safe, I think we should leave here."

Liao Shako said in a deep voice: "Diller is right, he is just a child, let's not worry about it, and don't leave for the time being. Just stabilized, and look at it later. I asked Bert to help me in Russia Inquire about some news, but it hasn’t been sent back yet, let’s wait, in a month at most, we’ll go directly to the northern border.”

Diller and Vikoff nodded.

Afterwards, surrounded by more than [-] Uighur workers, they came to the work place and started a day's work in order to earn ten yuan.

Perhaps, the three of them didn't want to earn ten yuan, they just didn't want to stay in the house every day to be suspected, what they needed was just a job.

………………

That child is naturally Wang Hengxiao.

Wang Hengxiao has been watching the group of Uyghurs disappear behind the soil bag, but the feeling of danger is still lingering.

Last night, after making a breakthrough through really more mature means, we finally made great progress.It can be clearly felt that the senses of the body are much stronger, and it was difficult to adapt for a while at the beginning.

The voice of someone talking 50 meters away came to my ears.

The scenery 200 meters away is clearly visible.

The skin can feel the surge of airflow and the contact of pores.

Somehow, he became more sensitive to the dangers around him.

Wang Hengxiao knew very clearly that he used external force to forcibly push his martial arts realm to a higher level.

"Those three people speak Chinese, Boss, Vikov, Diller...these are Russian names...could they be Russian spies?"

Recently, Wang Hengxiao was only more than 50 meters away from the three people, so he could hear their conversation, and he also spoke Chinese, so he naturally understood everything.

From this, the identities of these three people were probably guessed.

Eighty percent are Russian spies.

Perhaps it was the few people that Balak chased from Mongolia and failed to catch.

Wang Hengxiao's thoughts were clear, many clues combined with what he saw and heard, immediately deduced many possibilities.The most guessed at the moment may be the three people who came from Mongolia.

"Should I tell Senior Brother Lin?"

Wang Hengxiao contradicts!What annoys him the most is to participate in these things, but with such a big unstable risk factor around him, Wang Hengxiao is really worried.

Stop talking!

Do it yourself!

Wang Hengxiao's eyes were firm, and with a flick of the spear in his hand, a lot of spears flashed out.

The cold light at eight o'clock bloomed gunflowers in the sky.

………………

"Wang Hengxiao, let's go to my house for lunch at Sangzi."

When get out of class was over, Yang Qin pushed Wang Hengxiao who was lying on the table, and said with hopeful eyes.

Wang Hengxiao seemed a little unaware of what class he had just attended. There was not a single book on the table, but it was all in the schoolbag in the drawer. It seemed that the schoolbag hadn't been opened for a while.

It's June soon, time flies, and the season of warm spring and flowers has suddenly turned into a scorching summer.

At this time, Sangzi is just ripe, which is one of the few unique fruits in Xinjiang.

There is a small orchard in Yang Qin's yard, about two acres of land, with mulberry trees, apple trees, pear trees, and a grape trellis.There are grape trellises in the homes of old Xinjiang people in Xinjiang.

Wang Hengxiao’s memory of Yang Qin’s home in his previous life was a shady grape trellis and a lush orchard. When the fruit trees were ripe, Yang Qin climbed up and down the trees like a boy to pick the fruits, and brought them to school every day. Give it to Wang Hengxiao.

Sangzi is also Wang Hengxiao's favorite early-ripening fruit. This is probably the only fruit that ripens naturally in this season.

Thinking of the sweet and sour taste, Wang Hengxiao couldn't help swallowing, and Yang Qin giggled while watching, Wang Hengxiao smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, I'll go to your house for lunch, and I still want to eat Sangzi. "

I remember that the mutton soup made by Yang Qin's mother is delicious, and the handmade noodles are even better, unlike the sliced ​​noodles made by my father, which is like eating boiled steamed buns.Although Yang Qin's family is of Han nationality, they have lived here for two generations, and it has basically become the custom of local people in Xinjiang, who like to eat pasta and mutton.

"Hehe, okay, take my car and take me to my house after school."

Yang Qin laughed happily. After so long, she had to invite Wang Hengxiao to her home several times, but this time she succeeded.I don't know why, but I'm very happy.

(To be continued)