Chapter 10 Seventh time around dawn

dawn. The woods are full of cool and moist fragrance of leaves, and there are still fallen leaves from last autumn in the soil. But now the new leaves have grown again.Old trees are given new life once again. How can there be new leaves if there are no dead leaves? Yang Zheng wrapped the parting hook with a rag, held it firmly in his hand, and strode forward with his chest out. —He must come back, within seven days he will come back no matter what. What if he can't come back? He didn't even dare to think about this question, and he couldn't think about it anymore, because he already felt a kind of murderous aura.

Then he saw Mr. Lan Da. I don't know when, Lan Yichen suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, standing there quietly looking at him, looking at him with a very strange look. Of course Yang Zheng felt a little surprised, he asked Lan Yichen: "How did you come here?" "I followed you all the way." Lan Yichen said, "Unexpectedly, you are really Yang Hen's son." There was also a very strange emotion in his voice, and he didn't know whether it was ridicule, regret, or comfort. "I came with you because I wanted to see him again." Lan Yichen sighed, "Unexpectedly, he left before me."

Yang Zheng remained silent. In this case, he really didn't know what to say. Mr. Lan Da's eyes have shifted to his hand, staring at the weapon wrapped in rags in his hand. "Is this the parting hook he left for you?" "Yes." Yang Zheng had to admit it, and he didn't want to deny it, because he was always proud of it.No matter what people in the world said, it didn't change his opinion of his father. He believed that his father was by no means a mean person. "I know he will definitely leave this hook to you." Lan Yichen said, "Why don't you keep using it? Is it because you don't want others to know that you are Yang Hen's son?"

"you are wrong." "Oh?" "I've never used it just because I've been loath to part people." "Now why are you using it again?" Yang Zheng refused to answer. This is his own business, he doesn't have to tell anyone. Lan Yichen suddenly smiled: "No matter what, since you are ready to use it now, you might as well use it against me first." The muscles on Yang Zheng's arm suddenly tightened. "To deal with you?" He asked Lan Yichen, "Why should I use it to deal with you?" Lan Yichen said coldly: "Now I might as well tell you that if it wasn't for me, Yang Hen would not have been injured, nor would he have hid here and died of hatred."

There were blue veins on Yang Zheng's forehead and the back of his hands. Hearing a dragon chant of "choking", the ancient Lanshan sword was unsheathed, and the dense sword energy immediately permeated the jungle. "I still have something to tell you, you'd better keep it in your heart forever." Lan Yichen's voice was as cold and ruthless as the edge of his sword, "Even if you don't want people to leave, someone will still want you to leave. You In the arena, there is no room for you to choose." Dawn has come, and the seventy-two white candles have long been extinguished.

Ever since Di Qinglin pulled out the Linglong soft sword hidden in his belt in the middle of the night last night, the white candles have been extinguished one by one, being destroyed by the swirling sword energy. They have been fighting fiercely all night. The battle between masters can often be resolved in a single move, and the outcome of life and death is often decided in an instant. But what they are fighting for is not winning or losing, let alone fighting for life and death. They were testing the sword, Di Qinglin's sword. So what Di Qinglin attacked was not Yingwuwu, but the seventy-two white candles.

He wants to cut off the white candles, every single white candle. But as soon as his sword edge reached the white candle, it was blocked by Ying Wuwu's sword light. After all the candles were extinguished, the room was dark. They didn't stop, even if they stopped occasionally, the sword wind rose again after a while. Now the twilight had already shone through the skylight on the roof, Di Qinglin's sword disc swirled and danced, and suddenly stopped. Ying Wuwu took a few steps back and slowly sat down on the futon, looking as if he was already very tired. Di Qinglin's expression did not change at all, his snow-white clothes were still spotless, and there was not even a drop of sweat on his face.

This man's energy seems to never run out. Ying Wuwu's eyes seemed to be blind again, as if he was looking at him, but also as if he wasn't looking at him.After a long time, I asked: "Did you succeed this time?" "Yes." Although Di Qinglin didn't have a proud expression on his face, his eyes were shining brightly. —How can he say he has succeeded? ——He attacked white candles, but the seventy-two white candles were still in good condition, not even one was broken. Ying Wuwu suddenly sighed. "This is your eleventh sword trial, and you have succeeded unexpectedly." He didn't know whether he was delighted, or sighed: "Let me see."

"yes." After saying this word, Di Qinglin walked to the nearest candlestick and lightly picked up a white candle with two fingers. He only picked up half of it. He picked up half of the white candle on his finger, and the other half was still firmly inserted in the candlestick. This white candle has been broken long ago. Although it looks like it is not broken, it is actually broken long ago.It was broken three inches below the candle core that was extinguished by the sword energy, and the broken part was as smooth as a chip. This white candle was cut off in the first place, by Di Qinglin's sword.

Although the white candle was broken, it did not fall because his sword was too fast. None of the white candles fell down, but each one was broken, three inches below the candle core, and the breaks were as smooth as a chip, cut off by his sword, as if he used a ruler. Measured to cut. At that time, there was no light in the room at all, even if you use a ruler to measure it, you can't measure it so accurately. Ying Wuwu's face suddenly became as dark as the corners of his eyes. Di Qinglin is his disciple, trained by him alone, now that Di Qinglin's swordsmanship has been accomplished, he should be happy at first.

But there was an indescribable emptiness and melancholy in his heart, like a woman who refused to admit that her age was gone and suddenly found that her daughter had become someone else's bride. After a long time, Ying Wuwu said slowly: "Now you don't need to be afraid of Yang Zheng anymore. Even if he is really the son of Yang Hen, even if Yang Hen is resurrected, you can still kill him by the sword." "It's a pity that Yang Zheng is already dead without my action." Di Qinglin said, "Now he is probably dead in Mr. Lan Da's hands." An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Ying Wuwu's face, light shot out from his blind eyes, and he suddenly asked Di Qinglin: "Do you know why I didn't kill Yang Zheng last time?" "Because you don't need to do it yourself." Di Qinglin said, "You know that Lan Yichen will never let him go." "you are wrong." Ying Wuwu said: "I didn't kill him, just because I knew that Lan Yichen would never let me touch him." Di Qinglin's pupils suddenly shrank again. "why?" "Because Lan Yichen is Yang Hen's only friend." Ying Wuwu said, "Yang Hen has killed countless people in his life, and his enemies are all over the world. There is only Lan Yichen as a friend." Di Qinglin didn't say anything, and suddenly strode out. When he walked past Ying Wuwu, he suddenly backhanded a sword, piercing Ying Wuwu's back into his heart. Although the sun cannot be seen in the dense forest, there is still sunlight shining down among the treetops. Yang Zheng slowly untied the rags wrapped around the farewell hook one by one, very slowly and carefully, just like a gentle and affectionate groom undoing his shy bride's wedding dress. Because he wants to use this elbow to calm his mind. He had already seen Mr. Lan Da make a move, and that sword was indeed worthy of the word "Excalibur". He never thought that he could defeat this divine sword, but now he must win. For he cannot die, must not die. When the last piece of rag was untied, Yang Zheng had already made a move. Using a very weird technique, he hooked back from an unexpected place, and suddenly changed a completely different direction. Few people in Jianghu have seen this kind of trick, and most of those who have seen this kind of trick have already bid farewell to the world. Mr. Lan Da's ancient sword is as fixed as a blue mountain. He seemed to have known about the changes in Yang Zheng's tactics, and he also knew that the weird and complicated changes were beyond anyone's imagination, nor could anyone resist them. Therefore, he brakes with static, changes with order, and responds to changes with the same. But he forgot one thing. Yang Hen traveled all over the rivers and lakes, looking up to the world, and never thought of using his own life to risk the lives of others. He didn't need to work hard at all. Yang Zheng was different. Yang Zheng will do his best and is ready to do his best at any time. He has already discovered that no matter how he "changes", he can't beat Mr. Lan Da's "unchanged". ——Sometimes "unchanged" is "changed", which is more mysterious than "changed". Yang Zheng suddenly didn't change. Suddenly, in a manner that wasn't weird at all, his hook pierced through a part that anyone could imagine. When his hook went out, his body rushed too. He is desperate. Even if his hook misses, but he still has a life, and he can still fight. He doesn't want to die. But when it came time to die if he didn't work hard, he had no choice but to fight hard. This method can never be regarded as a clever method, and there is absolutely no such change in the complicated, mysterious and weird changes of the parting hook. Just because there was no such change, it was unexpected, especially for Lan Yichen. He was all too familiar with the variations of the parting hook, and he was too familiar with each of them. In some cases, it may be better to be too familiar with something than to be completely unfamiliar with it. ——The same is true for people, so the one who betrays you is often your most familiar friend, because you never thought that he would betray you, and that he would suddenly have that kind of change. This is exactly the case now. Although Yang Zheng's move was brave, there were flaws in it. If Lan Yichen made a move immediately, his sword would undoubtedly be much faster than Yang Zheng's, and it was very likely that he would kill Yang Zheng in one step. However, Mr. Lan Da, who has experienced many battles, seemed a little confused this time. He didn't fight back, but used the "dry land plucking green onions" movement method to forcibly pull his body up in the air. This is the most difficult form of movement in Qinggong. This kind of movement is all based on one breath. He was not prepared to jump at all, so it was inevitable that he was a bit slow when he raised his breath. Although the difference was only an instant at most, this instant was already a fatal instant. He could feel the icy hook gripping his leg. He knew that his legs were saying goodbye to his body, forever. Blood spattered, and the blood light sealed Yang Zheng's eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Lan Yichen had fallen under the tree, his pale face was completely drained of color, and one leg was broken at the knee. A generation of swordsmen who roamed the rivers and lakes unexpectedly ended up like this. Yang Zheng suddenly felt an indescribable pity in his heart, but he did not forget his father's grief and depression before his death. He rushed over and asked Lan Yichen: "What hatred does my father have against you? Why did you hurt him so badly?" Lan Yichen looked at him with dull eyes, but a bleak smile appeared on his pale face. "That was already ten years ago." His voice was low and weak, "In that year on the Ninth Ninth Chongyang Festival, I was chased and killed by five of the Wudang Seven Sons who were still alive, and I fled to Zhongnanjue Wangyou Cliff." The precipitous cliff is thousands of feet high, and the abyss is a dead end. Lan Yichen was already doomed. "I didn't expect your father to come here and fight side by side with me, injuring the four of them, but in the end he was hit by Wugenzi's inner family's golden silk palm." Lan Yichen said sadly, "If it wasn't for saving me, he It will never be hurt. In fact, he doesn’t owe me anything. When I gave him the hook, it was just because I thought it was useless. I didn’t expect your father to refine it into an unparalleled sharp weapon.” Yang Zheng's complexion changed terribly, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. "He was hurt just because he wanted to save you?" "Yes." Lan Yichen said, "His master was a swordsman. Although he committed suicide because he broke a piece of my magic iron, he was not forced to death by me. Since I buried his master and took the sword After the remnant hook was given to him, he always felt that he owed me a favor. He knew that the seven sons of Wudang had a grudge with me, so he killed Ming Shi and Ming Fei among the seven sons first." Lan Yichen sighed: "Although he has a bad temper, he is a good man with clear grievances and grievances." Yang Zheng's heart seemed to have been torn apart. His father was a hero with clear grievances and grievances, but he seriously injured his father's only benefactor and friend into a disability. How could he go to meet his dead father underground? Mr. Lan Da didn't show any resentment towards him, instead he told him very gently: "I know what you're thinking. But you don't have to feel bad because you hurt me. You saved my life." He said, "If it wasn't for you that time, I would have died under Ying Wuwu's sword .” He smiled wryly and said: "Because my eyesight has long been dead. I show off my divine eyes everywhere to cover up this. That night there was no moon and no stars, and I couldn't see Ying Wuwu at all. As soon as he drew his sword, I knew I was bound to die, just like when I was chased to Wangyou Cliff by the Wudang Seven Masters ten years ago." His voice was even weaker, he struggled to take out an ebony medicine bottle, chewed all the medicine in the bottle, tied half of it on his broken knee with the skirt of his clothes, swallowed half, and then said: "So now I owe you father and son two lives. What is a leg?" Mr. Lan Da said, "Besides, you have done me a favor by breaking my leg." He even smiled: "Ever since the battle of Wangyouya, I wanted to quit the arena, but others wouldn't let me quit, because I am Lan Yichen, the sword with the eyes of the gods who are famous all over the world. I don’t know how many people want to kill me to become famous and force me to do it, Ying Wuwu is just one of them.” People in the arena, especially people like him, are like a horse that is always being whipped with a whip, not only can't retreat, it can't even stop. "But now I can rest." Mr. Lan Da smiled, "A swordsman with only one leg will no longer be noticed by others. Even if he defeats me, there is no glory, so I may still be able to do so." Live a few more years, live a few years of peace." He is telling the truth. But Yang Zheng didn't feel any more comfortable after hearing these words. "I'll give you back your leg." Yang Zheng said suddenly, "I'll definitely give it back to you when my business is over." "What are you going to do?" Lan Yichen asked him, "Are you going to find Di Qinglin and Wang Zhenfei?" "how do you know?" "I know everything about you very well." Mr. Lan Da said, "I also know that Wang Zhenfei is a member of the Qinglong Society, because I saw him go to collect the corpses of the two assassins under the Qinglong Society. I deliberately went to him to find out According to your news, he really wants to borrow my knife to kill you." He smiled again: "Because everyone in the Jianghu thought that the sword master was forced to death by me. Except for Ying Wuwu, no one has ever known my friendship with Yang Hen." Yang Zheng was silent. Mr. Lan Da said again: "I also know that you once went to Fang Cheng, the 'quick knife'. Thinking about what he told you, you will definitely think that Wan Junwu died at the hands of Di Qinglin, just because he Shidong refused to join the Qinglong Society, saying, "Those who follow me will live, and those who oppose me will die." The Qinglong Society wanted to kill Wan Junwu. Only by letting Di Qinglin do it would there be no future troubles. It can be seen that Di Qinglin and the Qinglong Society It also matters." His thoughts and judgments were indeed exactly the same as Yang Zheng's, but there was a key point that he didn't know. Yang Zheng had never been able to find a reason why Di Qinglin wanted to kill Sisi. Now he figured it out. At that time, Sisi was undoubtedly the closest person to Di Qinglin, and she was the only one who knew the most about Di Qinglin. When Wan Junwu died, Di Qinglin must not have been by her side. She is a very smart woman, it is not difficult to think that Wan Junwu's death must have something to do with Di Qinglin. She has always wanted to pester Di Qinglin, and is likely to use this matter to blackmail him.Some women will do anything to catch a man. It's a pity that she misjudged Di Qinglin. So she just disappeared. These are just Yang Zheng's guesses.He had neither seen nor evidenced it. But other than that, he really couldn't think of any reason for Di Qinglin to kill Sisi. If he just doesn't want to be entangled by her, then he has at least a hundred ways to get rid of her, why would he need her life? Mr. Lan Da only knew that Yang Zheng wanted to retrieve the stolen dart silver, but he didn't know that he wanted to find out the cause of Sisi's death. So he just found out some secrets about Wang Zhenfei and the Azure Dragon Society for Yang Zheng. He himself did not think that the point he found was not only a very important key, but also a clue. ——Wan Junwu's death, Sisi's death, Liangu's death, Ruyu's crisis, the little leaf who wanted to kill her, the robbery of the dart silver, the loss of the silver sheath, the assassin of the Azure Dragon Society, collecting the corpse for the assassin The whereabouts of Dart Silver after being dropped.These things seemed to have no relationship at all, but now they are all connected by a thread. The potency of the medicine in the ebony bottle has begun. A Jianghu person who is often born and died, usually has some healing medicines with him, some are bought at a high price, some are gifts from friends, and some are carefully prepared by himself.No matter what method is used to obtain it, it must be very effective. Mr. Lan Da's complexion is much better. "Just now I deliberately provoked you and forced you to take action, just because I wanted to test how many authentic biography you have obtained from your father." He said, "The power of the parting hook must be used when it is filled with grief and anger." Although his legs were parted because of this, he did not regret it. There are not many people in the world who can stab one of Mr. Lan Da's legs in one move. "Based on your current situation, Wang Zhenfei has nothing to fear." Lan Yichen said, "The ones who are really scary are Ying Wuwu and Di Qinglin." "There is also a relationship between Ying Wuwu and Di Qinglin?" "Not only is there a relationship, but a very close relationship." Lan Yichen said, "Many people in the Jianghu even spread rumors that Ying Wuwu was Di Qinglin's mother's close friend when she was not married." "The rumors are not credible." Yang Zheng said, "I don't believe it." Mr. Lan Da showed admiration in his eyes. He had already discovered that the son of his deceased friend was also a man, who would not pry into other people's privacy, would not reveal their faults, and would not trust people's words. "But no matter what, Di Qinglin must have obtained the true inheritance of Ying Wuwu's swordsmanship." Lan Yichen said, "Now maybe even Ying Wuwu is not his opponent." "I'll be careful with him." Mr. Lan Da was pondering, his eyes suddenly shone, and he said in a deep voice: "If Di Qinglin's swordsmanship is really better than Ying Wuwu, you have a chance!" "why?" "Because in the life of a hereditary first-class marquis, no one can be allowed to leave a stain on him." Mr. Lan Da said, "If Ying Wuwu is no longer his opponent, what is the use to him?" Yang Zheng clenched his fists: "Di Qinglin really knows how to do such a thing?" "He will." Lan Yichen said, "Your background and personality are completely different from his, so you will never understand his thoughts and actions." He suddenly sighed, "It is very difficult to be a person like Di Qinglin." It’s not easy, and he has his pain too.” —Who has no pain? ——As long as you are human, there will be pain, it just depends on whether you have the courage to overcome it.If you have this courage, it will become a great power, otherwise you will only be trampled and enslaved by it for life. Mr. Lan Da moved his body slowly to make himself more comfortable. "You can go now, let me have a good rest." He closed his eyes, "No matter what you have to say, it won't be too late when you come back alive." "Can you live to wait for me to come back?" Mr. Lan Da smiled: "Until now, my chance of surviving is still much better than yours." Yang Zheng took a deep breath, turned around, and strode out of the dark woods. Outside the woods, the sun is shining on the earth. The sun is so bright and brilliant, and life is so colorful, he believes that Mr. Lan Da will be able to take care of himself and survive. But he was not at all sure of his own life or death.