Chapter 11 Chapter Eight

The sun rose, shining on the rugged path outside the dense forest, and also shining on the wide and gorgeous promenade in Hou's mansion. Only sunshine is the fairest, whether you are dying or not, it will still shine on you, making you feel bright and warm. When Yang Zheng walked in the sun, Di Qinglin also walked in the sun. Although he had spent the night fighting fiercely, he still felt refreshed, radiant, and able to do many things. His energy seems to be inexhaustible, especially when he is satisfied with himself. He was very satisfied with the sword he stabbed backhand just now.

Regardless of the speed, strength, position, and timing of that sword, they were all grasped just right, and it can even be said that it has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. It was no fluke to be able to do this, and he had paid a considerable price. Now he's determined to have a good time, and he deserves it. Because he has won again. Victory seemed to belong to him forever. Xiaoqing also belonged to him. When Fourth Master Hua came, he brought her with him, and now he must be waiting for him full of longing. Thinking of this woman's wriggling waist like a water snake and the always hungry expression on her face, Di Qinglin would feel a heat rising from her lower abdomen.

This is the real treat. For Di Qinglin, apart from life and death, nothing in the world is more real than this kind of enjoyment. Far from debilitating and wearying him, killing him invigorated and enriched him.He looks like this after every kill. ——Why do women always seem to be associated with death? He always felt that there seemed to be some kind of strange and mysterious relationship between women and death. The corridor is gone.He pushed open a door and walked in, and Xiaoqing threw herself into his arms naked. After several passions, she was completely paralyzed.She can conquer men, maybe every time she can make her man feel that she is completely conquered.

But after Di Qinglin came out of the bath, she immediately regained her beauty, and she had already poured a glass of wine for him, knelt down in front of him, and cupped his lips with both hands. No one asked her to do this, it was her own will.She likes to serve men, and she likes to be tortured by men. There are not many such women.Such a woman can really make a man happy. Di Qinglin sighed in his heart, took her wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and was about to hug her again. This time Xiaoqing slid away from his arms like a snake, and stood far away, looking at him with a strange expression.

Di Qinglin's pale face suddenly twisted, and cold sweat rolled down his head like raindrops. "There is poison in the wine!" His voice was hoarse, "Did you put poison in the wine?" The frightened expression on Xiaoqing's face disappeared immediately, and a heart-pounding smile appeared again. "You are a very nice man. I was reluctant to have you die, but unfortunately you know too much." Xiao Qingmei said with a smile, "You are alive, and there are only disadvantages and no benefits for us." "You?" Di Qinglin asked, "Are you also a member of the Azure Dragon Society?"

Xiaoqing smiled even sweeter: "Why am I not?" Di Qinglin reluctantly supported. "Your silver is still in my treasury. I'm dead. How can you take it away?" "The silver is with you, because you are the mastermind of this robbery. In order to find out your secret, I didn't hesitate to lose my life to you, so I solved this case. I killed you for self-defense." Xiaoqing said, "The prince breaks the law and commits the same crime as the common people. Although you are a young prince, it is useless." "But you still have to hand over the money to the government, and you still can't get it yourself."

"We didn't want the 1.8 million taels of silver, because it was too hot." Xiaoqing said, "As long as we can get 30%, we will be satisfied." "Thirty percent?" "Don't you know that the government has already offered a reward, and whoever can get back this batch of dart silver will get a 30% bonus?" Xiaoqing said, "The three achievements are 540,000 taels, which is not too small. They gave We got it willingly, we took it with peace of mind, and everyone didn’t have any troubles, isn’t everyone happy? Even if there is something suspicious about it, no one will pursue it anymore.”

"Where's Yang Zheng?" "That bastard is just used by us as a cover. We must make you think that we want to use him to take the blame, so you will fall into our trap." Di Qinglin seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't even say a word. His throat seemed to be tightly strangled by a pair of invisible hands. Xiaoqing looked at him, seeming to be a little sympathetic. "Actually, you can't blame us for treating you like this." She said, "Not only do you know too much, but you are a young prince, a hereditary first-class prince's family always has some family treasures, maybe It’s more than 1.8 million taels, if you die, maybe it’s ours.”

She giggled and said, "You can honestly say, isn't it beautiful that we have done this?" Di Qinglin looked at her, his pale and proud face suddenly became expressionless again, and the corners of his mouth were exposed.There was a cruel smile. "There's one more thing you should ask me," he said. "What's up?" "You should ask me, after drinking that glass of poisonous wine that you carefully prepared for me, I should have died a long time ago, why haven't I died until now?" The muscles on Xiaoqing's face suddenly stiffened, and her charming and sweet smile suddenly turned into countless terrible wrinkles.

At this moment, this young and beautiful woman seemed to have suddenly aged several decades, as if she was so old that she could die at any time. "Did you already know?" she asked Di Qinglin. "Probably earlier than you think." "Why didn't you kill me?" "Because you are still useful." Di Qinglin's voice was calm and cold, "Because I can still use you at that time." Blue veins suddenly bulged out of Xiaoqing's delicate and beautiful face, and a lovely woman like a fairy suddenly became terrifying like a devil. Suddenly, a seven-inch-long needle was pulled out from her hair bun, and it just passed towards Di Qinglin's heart. .

"You are not human, not human at all." She hissed, "You are simply a beast!" Di Qinglin looked at her coldly, didn't even move, but told her coldly: "If a woman can't even tell the difference between a beast and a human, the woman is probably useless." Zhao Zheng lived in a small courtyard behind the provincial government office, which was built for him by the officials after he was promoted to chief arrester.He has been working for this low-ranking but powerful job for more than ten years, and he has re-lived this house from a new one to an old one, and the wooden pillars in the house are almost hollowed out by termites. But he still seems to live very comfortably. Because now he is almost at the age of retirement, and he will no longer need to live in this kind of dilapidated house after retirement. He has already bought several imposing mansions and mansions in other places under several different aliases, and the nearby fields and properties are all his, which is enough for him to lie down and eat for half his life. Zhao Zheng also married a wife when he was young, but within half a year, he divorced him because he stole three taels of silver to buy rouge powder. Not long after returning to his natal home, he tied a rope to the beam and hanged himself. . Since then, he has never married again, and no one dares to marry his daughter to him. But he didn't care at all. Beside him there are always two or three handsome young men serving him, serving him tea, pouring water, making the bed, making his bed, and washing his feet by beating his legs. The weather was fine that day, so he specially called in from the door a lame old man pushing a cart to sharpen knives and scissors.A plain knife, a folding iron knife and the three kitchen knives in the kitchen all need to be sharpened. This lame old man, surnamed Ling, pushed a broken cart all day long to sharpen knives for people in several nearby villages and towns, and he sharpened them very carefully.A blunt and rusty knife, after being sharpened by his hand, immediately changed its appearance. Zhao Zheng asked someone to bring a reclining chair, made a pot of strong tea, and sat under the flower shed in the yard to watch him sharpen his knife. Since there were people in the yard, the gate was not closed, so Yang Zheng walked in without knocking. Zhao Zheng was obviously surprised, but he stood up reluctantly, and asked Yang Zheng with a half-smile: "You are a rare guest. You are here today. Do you have any good news for me?" "No, there's not even any good news." Yang Zheng said, "I just wanted to come and talk to you." Zhao Zheng didn't even have half a smile on his face, and said with a sullen face: "Brother, did you forget that your deadline is only four or five days away, and you still have the mood to chat here?" Yang Zheng ignored him and walked directly into the living room in front of the court. Zhao Zheng stared at his back and a long bundle made of rags in his hand for a long time, and followed him in, but his attitude suddenly changed, and there was a smile on his face again. "Since you're here, stay here and have a meal before you leave. I'll ask someone to fetch wine for you." "No need." Yang Zheng looked at a painting on the wall, "After you've heard what I said, you probably won't buy me a drink." Zhao Zheng frowned: "What exactly are you trying to say?" Yang Zheng suddenly turned around, stared at him and said: "I suddenly had a very strange idea, and suddenly realized that you are really an amazing person." "Oh." "Since Ni Ba robbed the bodyguard bank, his whereabouts have been kept secret, but you actually know it." Yang Zheng said, "It is a great achievement to catch such an important criminal as Ni Ba, and you would never give this kind of credit to others. Yes, but this time you actually gave me the news, and you didn't come to share my credit." He said coldly: "You seem to have known that the dart silver has been dropped, it's really amazing." Zhao Zheng's face changed: "What do you mean?" Yang Zheng sneered: "You should understand what I mean better than anyone else." He said, "Wang Zhenfei didn't personally escort such a big escort, but he came that night as soon as the escort was found. You didn't arrive when the crime was about to happen, but when Wang Zhenfei arrived, you also arrived, and found out that the dart silver had been dropped." Yang Zheng said again: "It's not easy to change all the silver sheaths, it will take a lot of work. I thought about it, and I only thought of one person who has the skills to do this kind of thing." Zhao Zheng's face was blue, but he deliberately asked lightly: "Are you talking about Ni Ba?" "If it was Ni Ba who dropped the bag, he wouldn't have risked his life for those fake silver sheaths, and he wouldn't have given his life away." Yang Zheng said, "If it was the bodyguards who escorted the bodyguards, they wouldn't have given up because of this. and die." He suddenly sighed: "Boss Zhao, you already have a house and land, why do you still want to collude with Qinglong Society and do such a thing? Do you think I don't know that Wang Zhenfei is from Qinglong Society?" Zhao Zheng no longer denied it, and actually asked Yang Zheng: "what do you want me to do?" "I want you to tell the whereabouts of Wang Zhenfei." Yang Zheng said, "I want you to surrender yourself." "Okay, I can do this." Zhao Zheng agreed without hesitation, "It's a pity that even if I tell you about Wang Zhenfei's whereabouts, I'm afraid you still have nothing to do with him." "why?" Zhao Zheng sighed deliberately again: "Houmen is as deep as the sea, can you go in and arrest people?" Di Xiaohou Di Qinglin, everything seems to have nothing to do with him, because he is always high above, how could the muddy water stirred up by the people of the rivers and lakes splash on his spotless white clothes? But now all the keys seemed to be concentrated in him. Yang Zheng suddenly thought of a sentence his father said to him before his death. ——Some people are like spiders, who keep spinning their webs all day long, waiting for others to throw into their webs, but the first person to be trapped by this web is himself. —Some people think that the spider is stupid, and the spider probably knows it himself, but he has to do it, because this web is not only his source of food, but also his only pleasure, and he cannot live without making a web. "I will surrender myself." Zhao Zheng said again, "I am different from those people. I eat official food and work as an official servant. Official laws and regulations have taken root in my heart. Some things I can't do it anymore." He forced a smile: "Besides, although I had a little collusion with them, I didn't do anything terrible. If I surrendered myself, the crime would not be too big. But what about you? Are you really going to The Hou Mansion is going to arrest people?" Yang Zheng's answer was straightforward and calm. "Yes," he said, "I'm going now." "Then I'll see you off first." Zhao Zheng said, "But you must be very careful when you get there." Yang Zheng didn't say anything more.The words have already been said here, no matter what to say, it is superfluous. He walked out, and Zhao Zheng followed him. They walked silently through the small courtyard outside the hall. The old knife sharpener was still sharpening his knife with his head down, as if he didn't see or hear anything, because he had concentrated all his energy on the place he was sharpening. The handle is not very expensive folding iron knife. The other common knife most commonly used by the people in the six doors has been sharpened, and the blade glistens in the clear sunlight. Yang Zheng walked past him first, Zhao Zheng also walked past, suddenly turned over and picked up the simple knife, and slashed at the back of Yang Zheng's neck. At least he himself thought that the knife had been slashed on the back of Yang Zheng's neck, because he was confident that the knife would never miss. Unfortunately, he still missed. Yang Zheng seemed to have expected him to do this, suddenly bent down, hit him with a backhand, and hit him between the fourth and seventh ribs on his right chest with the parting hook wrapped in rags. The ribs were shattered, and the simple knife fell. Zhao Zheng's face was suddenly distorted by pain and fright, and immediately convulsed and stiffened immediately after the distorted, eternal life could not be recovered. So his friends in prison gave him a nickname, and everyone called him "weird face". Yang Zheng looked at him and sighed: "I really hope you can do what you promised me, but unfortunately I also know that you will never do that, you are already in too deep." The old man who had been lowering his head to sharpen his knife suddenly sighed and said something that no one would have thought he would say. He suddenly sighed and said, "Yang Hen's son really deserves to be Yang Hen's son." Yang Zheng turned around and looked in surprise at this crooked, old and thin lame old knife sharpener. "How do you know I'm his son?" "Because your appearance is exactly the same as when I saw him." said the old man, "even your temper is the same." "When did you see him?" "That was a long, long time ago." said the old man sharpening the knife. "At that time, he was younger than you are now, and he was still learning how to use a sword, and how to make a sword. His master Shao Kongzi's swordsmanship, although Not good, but the kung fu of making swords can be called the best in the world." The old man sighed: "It's a pity that your father's ambition is not to make swords, so Master Shao's sword making skills will never be handed down." Yang Zheng bowed down: "My father has passed away for a long time, and he often regretted it during his lifetime. He often told me that if he had learned not fighting skills but sword refining, this life must have been much more enjoyable." The old man couldn't help but feel sad. "Time flies, and things change. People have their own destiny, and no one can force it." He said, "It's like a sword." Yang Zheng didn't understand, the old man explained: "Swords also have their destiny, and just like people, there are good and bad." The old man said, "The reason I visited Master Shao that time was to have a picture of his newly refined sword spirit for him. null." "Lingkong?" Yang Zheng said, "Why have I never heard of it before?" "Because it is a fierce sword. The light patterns on the sword body are like silk, and the light patterns on the tip of the sword are like fire. It is a fierce sword. The wearer will definitely bring bad luck, and even the disaster of family destruction and death." The old man said, "So Master Shao destroyed that sword immediately, and then forged it into a paper-thin knife with the remaining iron of the broken sword." "What about the knife?" "I heard that it was exchanged by Ying Wuwu for an incomplete ancient sword manual." Yang Zheng's expression suddenly changed, as if he suddenly remembered something mysterious, wonderful and terrifying. "It is said that the left half of the sword manual has been burned, so every move in the sword manual is only half a move, and it is impossible to practice swordsmanship." The old man said, "Unfortunately, I have never seen it, and I don't know its whereabouts. " Yang Zheng suddenly said, "I know." The old man sharpening the knife looked very surprised, and immediately asked Yang Zheng: "How do you know?" "Because that sword manual is in the hands of my father, and my father's martial arts is practiced from it." "I know that later Yang Hen used a strange hook to rule the world." The old man was even more surprised, "How can he practice such invincible martial arts with an incomplete sword manual?" "Because the moves in that sword book are incomplete, even though you can't practice them with a sword, you can practice them with an incomplete and deformed sword, but you can practice an unprecedented move. Every move is completely out of the ordinary. No one can predict a single move." Yang Zheng said, "So when it comes out, few people can resist it." "The incomplete and deformed sword?" the old man asked, "Could it be the one that Mr. Lan Da entrusted him to forge with a god iron elite, but he didn't make it? He also died because of it." "yes." The old man sighed a long time: "Make up for the incomplete with the incomplete, and fill in the incomplete with the incomplete. With that incomplete sword manual, there will be this incomplete sword. Is this also God's will?" Yang Zheng couldn't answer, this was a question that no one could answer. A very strange expression suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes, as if he had suddenly seen through something that others could not see: "Maybe this is not God's will." He said, "Maybe this is Master Shao's own meaning." "How could it be his own meaning?" "Because he already had the incomplete sword manual, he deliberately forged that incomplete sword and left it for his only disciple." The old man sighed, "His own sword skills are not good enough, so he can let his disciple To become a famous hero in the world, he is also seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, and he will die without regret. That's why he did not hesitate to sacrifice himself." Yang Zheng was terrified, and even felt a chill in his bone marrow. After a long time, he said: "I also know the whereabouts of that thin knife." "Where's the knife?" "It must be in the hands of Ying Wuwu's only disciple." "Who is his disciple?" "Hereditary first-class Marquis Di Qinglin." "how do you know?" "Because I know that he used this knife to kill a person." Yang Zheng said, "If you use this kind of knife to kill people quickly enough, the wound will not be visible from the outside, and the blood will not flow out, but the person who was assassinated will He will definitely die immediately from massive internal bleeding, and there is no cure." "Do you know who he killed?" "He killed Wan Junwu." Yang Zheng said, "Because no one can see the wound of his stabbing Wan Junwu, so no one knows the cause of Wan Junwu's death." Yang Zheng continued: "But I know, because my father once told me that there are indeed such paper-thin knives in the world." The old man's expression suddenly changed to that of Yang Zheng just now, and he suddenly asked Yang Zheng: "Do you know who asked Master Shao to practice the 'Lingkong'?" "who is it?" "It's Wan Junwu." The old man said, "At that time, he was still in his prime, he had mastered the sword skills, and he wanted to learn the sword. He knew that the sword was destroyed by Master Shao and didn't say anything, because he also I believe it is a fierce sword, and at that time he already had a purple gold knife with fish scales." "But he didn't know that Master Shao used the remnants of that sword to forge a thin knife." "Of course he never thought that he would die under that thin knife." The old man asked Yang Zheng again, "Is this God's will?" "I don't know." Yang Zheng said, "I only know that what I'm going to do now is something that Ying Wuwu would never have imagined." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to kill Di Qinglin." Yang Zheng said, "use Ying Wuwu to exchange that thin knife with Master Shao's sword moves to kill his only disciple." He also asked the old man: "Is this a coincidence or God's will?" The old man looked up to the sky, and the sky was blue. Suddenly, a pious, bewildered and fearful expression appeared on his haggard, old and tired face. "It's a coincidence, and it's God's will. Coincidence is often God's will." The old man said, "It's God's will through human hands." ——God's will is impermanent, unpredictable, and hard to believe, but who can completely disbelieve it? The room was still white, with no dirt, blood, or even a speck of dust. Di Qinglin, dressed in white clothes like snow, sat cross-legged on a futon, and there was another futon opposite, there must still be the breath of Ying Wuwu on it, but Ying Wuwu has disappeared forever. His body never left the room, but it is now gone forever. If Di Qinglin wants to eliminate a person, he must be able to find the simplest, most direct and most effective method. There were already footsteps coming from the promenade outside the door, the footsteps of three people. The footsteps were very light, but very unstable, and it was conceivable that their mood was also very unstable. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Di Qinglin's mouth. If the three people outside could see his expression, they would never dare to step into the door of this room. Too bad they can't see it.