Chapter Thirty That's Not a Slogan

  A familiar figure, a familiar smile, the marks of time have only made him more mature and more steady, his smile also more infectious.

  It's him!

  It's been six whole years since I've thought of my brother!

  He has no family left, his cold heart, if there is still a hint of warmth, still a hint of attachment, it's the two brothers!

  His eyes stared fixedly at Zhang Yi, his body slowly stood up, strongly suppressing the excitement in his heart, and limped towards Zhang Yi.

  At this moment!

  Zhang Yi smiled faintly as he gazed at Xing Liqian, who was a stunning beauty with a multitude of charms, just like a beautiful and unparalleled female demon.

  And he, Lu Xiaotao, with shining eyes, came to Xing Liqian's side, opened his arms and was about to give Xing Liqian a warm hug, but unfortunately was pushed away by Xing Liqian with a playful smile.

  "Let me introduce you all to each other, this is..."

  Xing Liqian was smiling and saying, but she stopped halfway through her words because she found that Zhang Yi's gaze had shifted to one side.

  Standing beside Xing Liqian, Zhang Yi keenly felt a sense of abnormality, as if being stared at.

  Slowly turn your head!

  When he saw the young man walking towards him, step by step, with eyes fixed on him, the look of confusion in his eyes only lasted for two seconds before his face suddenly changed.

  It is...

  Is it him?

  That's right!

  It's definitely him!

  But how did he end up like this? How...

  Zhang Yi's body shook violently, his eyes filled with an unbelievable expression. His fists clenched unconsciously as he looked at Tong Hu's emaciated appearance, his crippled left leg, the scar on his neck and the top of his head, and those... excited eyes.

  Zhang Yi's fists were clenched, with bulging veins on his arms, and a cold aura emanated from his body as it violently trembled.

  Who is it?

  Who hurt him?

  Who hurt his own best playmate and best brother?

  "Xiao Yi..."

  A slightly hoarse but trembling voice came from Tong Hu's mouth.

  Zhang Yi's eyes shone with incredulous light, in the familiar address. Tears welled up and obscured his vision, as he recalled Tong Hu's unexplained departure years ago, all grievances vanished in an instant.

  He wanted to speak up. But he opened his mouth, yet couldn't utter a single sound, as if his throat was blocked, and the thousands of words in his heart didn't know where to start!

  Arrow steps forward, Zhang Yi opens his arms and tightly hugs Tong Hu.

  This is a man's hug!

  This is a hug between brothers!

  A thousand words and countless phrases at the moment of reunion are all contained in this one powerful hug.

  Tears of crystal also welled up in Tong Hu's eyes, and he could feel it. The brotherly affection between him and Zhang Yi hadn't changed, hadn't diminished. He was still the same as before!

  Six or seven young men and women nearby, each with a strange expression, looked at Zhang Yi and Tong Hu.

  They don't understand, two grown men meeting each other, do they have to be so exaggerated?

  Lu Xiaotao furrowed his brow, and a few points of discontent surged up from the bottom of his heart. Zhang Yi was his superior, but looking at their relationship, it seemed to be even deeper than his own feelings for Zhang Yi!

  Xing Liqian, with her delicate thoughts, keenly sensed the excitement and joy of reunion that Zhang Yi and Tong Hu had revealed.

  Is it him?

  The young man with a lame leg I saw a few days ago?

  She recognized Tong Hu, recognized that youth who was emitting a cold aura all over his body, as cold and unfeeling as a block of ice.

  They actually know each other?

  How many people does Zhang Yi know? How many are not simple people?

  "Xiao Yi, come with me!"

  Tong Hu said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Let go, Zhang Yi."

  Zhang Yi didn't say a word. At this moment, it seemed as if all the people around him had turned into air. He firmly followed behind Tong Hu and walked outwards.

  "What's going on? Why did you follow that guy out?"

  Lu Xiaodao's tone was tinged with a hint of discontent as he muttered to himself.

  Xing Liqian, standing beside him, had a slight curve at the corner of her mouth. Her curiosity about Zhang Yi increased by several degrees. Although she was very clear that if a woman became curious about a man, she might fall in love with him in the future, but she couldn't control that curiosity.

  She wanted to understand Zhang Yi and see through the mysterious veil that shrouded him.

  "Xiao Tao's younger brother, there is a story between them, and I dare guarantee that they should have known each other many years ago, and their relationship is extremely good."

  Xing Liqian said with a faint smile.

  Lu Xiaotao rolled his eyes and hummed, "I have a sour feeling, damn it, Yi Ge isn't even a woman, what am I being sour about? Xing Jie, sing a little tune for me, let me relax."

  "Go die..."

  Xing Liqian smiled sweetly, and her appreciation for Lu Xiaotao's unintentionally revealed true nature increased by a few points.

  Tonghu limped forward, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and walked to the edge of the square. He looked at the mountain slope beside the road ahead and asked, "Can we go up?"

  "Got it!"

  Zhang Yi said.

  A strange glint flashed in Tong Hu's eyes, and his body suddenly shot forward like an arrow towards the direction of the highway. The two-and-a-half-meter-high vertical slope was no match for him as he sprinted upwards, his feet stepping on the vertical surface with ease. He didn't even pause, nor did it seem like he was crippled, but instead seemed to be as light as a swallow, continuously climbing up the tens of meters high mountain slope, only stopping when he reached the flat area at the top.

  "Huh?"

  Just as he turned around and wanted to look down at Zhang Yi, he suddenly found that Zhang Yi had climbed up and was already standing beside him.

  "Xiao Yi, you..."

  Tong Hu's mouth opened wide and his face was filled with shock.

  Zhang Yi said straightforwardly: "I am a practitioner of ancient martial arts. Recently, I coincidentally obtained a cultivation method and now possess the strength of a congenital primary realm."

  Ancient Martial Artist?

  Huang Xiaolong's heart skipped a beat!

  He is also an ancient warrior, and his cultivation realm has now broken through to the pre-heavenly high-level realm. If it weren't for the hatred in his heart that he can't let go of, and his mental state being unable to be freed, perhaps he would have already broken through to the true energy external release realm.

  "It seems we've all changed."

  The tone of Tong Hu's words carried a hint of sadness, and his eyes flickered with complexity.

  Zhang Yi slowly sat down, looking at the bright and spacious square in front of him, as well as the surging crowd inside. He said in a low voice: "No matter what changes, you and Yangzi's friendship has not changed in my heart. I am still me, you are still you. All I know is that you were once my best playmates, my best brothers. Now... it's still!"

  Tong Hu's body shook, the complexity in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a deep determination: "That's right, you two were my best playmates, my best brothers, and now you are too. Even, you two are the last two relatives I have left."

  What?

  Zhang Yi suddenly jumped up, his eyes fixed on Tong Hu, and asked in a low voice: "What did you say? The only two remaining relatives? What about Uncle and Auntie?"

  A fierce glint appeared in Tong Hu's eyes, accompanied by a thick murderous intent, as he gritted his teeth and said:

  "He's dead!"

  Zhang Yi clenched his fists tightly. At this moment, even if he was a fool, he could feel Tong Hu's emotions and shouted: "How did he die?"

  Tonghu fell silent!

  He didn't know whether he should tell Zhang Yi the whole story, because he was very clear about the enemy's strength and how deep their background was.

  "Tell me, how did he die?"

  Zhang Yi reached out and grabbed Tong Hu's shoulders, his tone becoming even more severe.

  Tong Hu looked at Zhang Yi's icy expression, his heart struggling incessantly:

  One's own hatred cannot implicate him, one cares about him, so no matter if he is a martial artist or not, one cannot let him be in any danger.

  "Murdered. That's all I can say for now, give me a day and I'll tell you the whole story tomorrow."

  Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Tong Hu's determined face, with countless thoughts swirling in his mind:

  "Enemy, here?"

  Tong Hu was stunned for a moment, then hastily shook his head.

  "Bang......"

  Zhang Yi punched Tong Hu in the face, knocking him directly to the ground, then picked him up again and shouted: "What is brotherhood? Brotherhood means sharing life and death, sharing fortune and misfortune! What do you take me for? Do you want to avenge yourself? Don't you want to drag me down? Or... will you make me feel uneasy when we're together in the future?"

  "I..."

  The young tiger moved his lower lip, but didn't know what to say.

  Zhang Yi angrily said: "Tiger, remember this for me: brother, that's not just a slogan. Who said it?"

  Zhang Yi's heart ached, originally Tóng Hǔ's home was in Fèngchéng County, and when he went to school, his family was very poor. Every weekend, Tóng Hǔ would take him and Tiěyáng back home for meals, and Tóng Hǔ's parents would always make a lot of delicious food, even treating them like their own children.

  In Zhang Yi's heart, Tong Hu's parents were kind and respectable elders.

  Their familiar faces and kind smiles are now clearly etched in my mind.

  But!

  They have already separated themselves from their own yin and yang!

  The young tiger stared blankly at Zhang Yi, with his words echoing in his mind:

  Brother, that's not just a slogan!

  Taking a deep breath, Tong Hu said in a cold voice: "Yin Jingtao, the young master of the Yin Group in Tongnan City, has also come to participate in the underground car racing championship. I just discovered him, but there are too many people inside, so I didn't make a move."

  Yin Jingtao?

  Zhang Yi deeply remembered this name.

  "Tell me specifically? Why did you suddenly move away back then? What happened afterwards? And what's with your current state, your leg, what's going on?"

  Tong Hu took out half a pack of cigarettes, handed one to Zhang Yi and lit it. He sat down on the hillside, patted the muddy ground beside him, looked at Zhang Yi as he sat down, and then told him everything from start to finish.

  Zhang Yi didn't speak, but puffed on his cigarette one after another, quietly listening to Tong Hu's words. Only in his eyes, a cold light kept appearing.