Motorized aspect

Chapter 7 The Redemption of the Military Soul Mission

Even though Gandolf, an old liar, looks kind-hearted and has a fairy-like tone in his words, he is really a shameless person. He once stole his own barbecue, peeped at refugees bathing, and committed all sorts of deceptions and abductions. I will omit ten thousand words below...

However, people were drifting in the rivers and lakes, so Feng Yi couldn't help but had to bite the bullet and call for a taxi, and then drove all the way without stopping.

The clock was ticking... This was his first time riding a hovercar since he was a child. Even though it was very fast, it took several hours to reach the destination.

"Kung Fu Ancient Martial Arts Dojo..."

After stepping off the suspension, Feng Yi cursed, his eyes swept over the six rather imposing characters on the plaque one by one and murmured.

This martial arts gym was built in the downtown area of ​​the city. It could not be said to be small in area. It was at least several thousand square meters. I really didn’t expect that the old ghost’s family was so rich.

In his ears, he could vaguely hear the sound of blows coming from the inside and outside of the ancient martial arts dojo. Just by listening to the sound, he could guess their strength. The hard movements of this group of people were only in the routine stage, as if they were embellished with tricks. He shook his head slightly disappointedly. Shaking his head, his blood calmed down without any turmoil, and he gently stepped forward and walked inward.

"Stop." An outer disciple dressed in white raised his hand like a door god to block Feng Yi's way, "Please show your certificate of discipleship."

Feng Yi had no proof, so he explained: "I was promised by the old ghost..." He suddenly realized that he had made a mistake. Why did he say that the old ghost was also the director of the martial arts gym? He immediately changed his words: "My name is Feng Yi. Come to the old curator, did he send you a message?"

"Didn't receive the message." The man shrugged.

"That's it—brother, please let me know for your convenience."

The answer was a wisp of breeze. Seeing that this silly old man didn't answer, Feng Yi secretly thought it was bad luck and walked away.

rub……

Leaving the next moment, the figure jumped up and almost jumped over the outer wall. Due to his fast movement, no one noticed during this period, and Feng Yi strolled around the Kung Fu Ancient Martial Arts Hall .

What was unexpected was the looks of passers-by, and the faces of the handsome men and women who passed him were all filled with contempt.

Feng Yi was speechless. How could he say that he was also a handsome guy? What's going on?
He felt a little weak when he saw it, and he lowered his head and looked around. Could it be that he accidentally stepped on dog poop when he landed?That’s not right, there are very few dogs like this on Planet Alpha.

There are two categories in Kung Fu Dojo, namely martial arts and mind cultivation factions.

There are no rules, and Kung Fu martial arts dojos have strict system regulations. Warriors must wear martial arts uniforms, but those who cultivate their minds are much more casual.

A big man should be tempering his strength in the martial arts dojo, but he just wants to be a disciple who cultivates his mind and virtue. This is a small branch that only a few girls will sign up for. Feng Yi's appearance in the ancient kung fu dojo wearing casual clothes will inevitably cause confusion. People criticize.

There was a dark line on his face, and he couldn't stand it any longer, so he roared: "Old ghost..."

When these words were shouted, countless people focused their attention on Feng Yi.

Suddenly a burst of laughter came from the inner courtyard: "Hahahaha...Young people really can't bear their temper." An old man with a white beard appeared immediately. Shi's movement was too fast and he accidentally scratched it. He heard a hissing sound and his crotch opened.

Fortunately, the old man moved quickly enough and hurriedly covered the middle of his legs.A group of inner and outer disciples didn't pay attention. Seeing the curator's appearance, they suddenly came up to the old man and started chattering non-stop... as if this kind old man was a close relative.

However, Feng Yi will never be deceived by the old ghost's appearance, he shrugged and said: "Damn old man, you deliberately played with me." His voice was not loud, but there was a unique wave in his voice that seemed to point directly to his heart.

The old man blinked hastily, which clearly meant that you shut your crow's mouth immediately, at such a distance, only a martial artist with the strength of the old ghost can hear Feng Yi's voice clearly.

The curator jumped in front of Feng Yi, in the midst of countless disciples' questioning, he claimed that this person was a distant relative who came to practice martial arts and find a job, everyone was relieved, no wonder that kid dared to make loud noises, it turned out he was a dandy, It's just that the clothes are really shabby.

"Child, let's go." "Hey, I'm talking about this old ghost..." The kind old curator was so unenthusiastic that before Feng Yi could say anything, he dragged him half-stretched and half-stretched and fled into the inner room.

"What are you guilty of?"

"You bastard, I'm a grandmaster of a generation. Is it true that the crotch is open?"

"That's true." Feng Yi looked around and said, "The old man asked me to come here, what can I do here?"

"Of course it's waiting for the army to be recruited. Don't you kid always want to be a mobile suit on the battlefield?"

Feng Yi's eyes suddenly flashed with an imperceptible helplessness...

He is actually quite simple. He simply longed for mechas from the beginning.

The curator was very perceptive and saw that he had something on his mind. He threw the room key and dining card to Feng Yi, and then told him to go out for a walk.

As for the life of the ancient martial arts dojo, it was agreed that things would get better if you get used to it, but you can't live and eat for free, you still have to work... euphemistically called sweeping the floor!
Feng Yi was so angry that he was spitting out blood, but with his skills, he couldn't do it...forget it.

He is not a traditional warrior. As a warrior, Feng Yi's goal is the battlefield, the stars and the sea. However, at the current time, he has not yet met the recruitment requirements of Fenglei Military Academy. He did not expect that the life-and-death friendship between two old ghosts is worth this little money. .

That's all, there was nothing to do in the ancient martial arts dojo. Feng Yi jumped out of the fence habitually and planned to use the remaining money to buy a few military magazines to read.

When I came to the bookstore, I lost my mind inadvertently.

Feng Yi did have something on his mind. He thought of something, something that he would not tell anyone.

That year, he almost died from gunfire while scavenging on the battlefield. It was two brave federal mobile warriors who noticed him when they came on patrol and blocked him with their bodies.

Feng Yi was lucky enough to survive, one Phantom Knight exploded on the spot, and the other Warcraft mecha was also blown to pieces. Even if the soldier didn't die on the spot, he would definitely not survive a minute without the protection of the gravity field.

The dying soldier opened the hatch, took out a letter from his arms with difficulty, and opened his mouth...

Feng Yi leaned closer to his ear, and only heard three intermittent words: "Killed... I..."

Ice rain hit his cheeks, and the soldier's body gradually lost its temperature.

They had never met each other, but the federal soldiers fulfilled their mission as warriors, and their majestic image was permanently engraved in Feng Yi's memory.

Feng Yi only remembered that he shed hot tears, raised the rusty dagger with difficulty, and pierced the soldier's chest in order to reduce his pain, but the guilt in his heart was unbearable!

That was the first time Feng Yi shed tears, so he had an idol and a goal. He killed the soldier with his own hands!
To redeem sinful souls; to inherit the lofty mission; to pay tribute to the warriors in heaven; he will continue to fight for those who cannot fight.

Eventually, he became a free mercenary.

Unintentionally, he had already fallen in love with the mobile suit. From that soul-burning seed slowly sprouting from his heart, he could no longer control it...

The first dead soldier’s body was not found, and no information could be found. The other superior soldier was named Zhou Yujia, who came from the Asian region of the solar system and Earth. The specific location mentioned in the letter had long been imprinted on Feng Yi’s heart. Even the coordinates were not accurate at all. , 51 degrees 23 minutes north latitude, 131 degrees 2 minutes east longitude. This unsent letter from home has been treasured by Feng Yi. He will personally deliver it to his family members along with his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)