Chapter 12 The Ninth Chapter Hou Men is as deep as the sea

The door was ajar, and all three walked in. Wang Zhenfei's face was a little pale; Qiu Xingjian's eyes were a little red, it was unknown whether it was because of lack of sleep, or because he drank a little more than usual. Only Fourth Master Hua has not changed, no matter where he appears, no matter what he is going to do, he always seems to be smiling and friendly.He looked like this even when he was going to seduce someone's wife, take someone's money, and slit that person's throat. They didn't leave because they had been waiting for news, news from Xiaoqing. They have been waiting very anxiously, but they are still waiting, because they believe that Xiaoqing will never miss.

Now they know they were wrong. The sun was shining brightly outside the door, but this spacious, clean and white room seemed to be filled with an indescribably gloomy and chilling meaning. Fourth Master Hua was the last one to come in. As soon as he walked in, he turned around and closed the door gently, because he didn't want Di Qinglin to see the expression on his face. No matter who suddenly sees a person who he thought was dead, his expression will inevitably change. Fortunately, Di Qinglin didn't even look at them, let alone noticed their expressions, and just said lightly:

"Please sit down." There were three people, and the only place in the room where people could sit was the futon. Sitting on the ground is always a little awkward in their roles. Wang Zhenfei looked at the other two people and was about to occupy the only seat, but Di Qinglin said: "Fourth Master Hua, sit down." Fourth Master Hua looked at Wang Zhenfei, who turned his face to look at the white wall, Fourth Master Hua sat down slowly. "Do you think it's strange?" Di Qinglin said, "I should be dead, why am I still alive?" He talks like he kills, direct and effective.

Qiu Xingjian's face was tense: "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all." "very good." "I don't know why it's good?" "It's good if you understand it, and it's good if you don't understand it." Di Qinglin said, "It doesn't matter if you know it or not." He looked at Qiu Xingjian and asked plainly, "How do you like to die?" The tense muscles on Qiu Xingjian's face bounced like the strings of a violin being plucked. "Why should I die?" "Because I want you to die." Di Qinglin's answer was always the same simple and straightforward.

"The sky is as blue as water, and the flying dragon is in the sky." Qiu Xingjian said sharply, "Have you forgotten who I am?" "I haven't forgotten." Di Qinglin's voice was still very peaceful: "If I want you to die, you must die, no matter who you are." Many people in Jianghu have said this kind of thing, but when he said it flatly, it was like a Fa Cao who had the power of life and death was giving a death sentence to a person. Qiu Xingjian glared at Di Qinglin angrily, but he didn't have the courage to rush over to fight. Although the muscles of his whole body were tense, his heart seemed to be completely weak and collapsed.

Di Qinglin's calmness was like a blood-sucking poisonous snake, which had sucked all the flesh and courage from his body. Wang Zhenfei suddenly sneered: "Death is death. Since you absolutely want him to die, it doesn't matter how you want him to die. Why do you need to ask?" "Yes, death is death, and there is absolutely nothing that can replace it." Di Qinglin's pale and noble face suddenly showed an illusory and serious expression, and said leisurely: "In heaven and earth, there is nothing more real than death." .” He sighed: "You're right, I really shouldn't ask him again."

He stood up slowly amidst sighs, walked up to Qiu Xingjian, and said in a more peaceful voice than before: "You can't be considered a tough guy. Your heart is far weaker than your appearance." Di Qinglin said, "I have always liked you." He suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged Qiu Xingjian gently like a lover. Qiu Xingjian didn't refuse, because he didn't seem to want to refuse at all. Di Qinglin's hug was not only tender but full of emotion, as was his voice. "You go well." He said, "I won't see you off again." After saying this, he let go of his hand. When he let go, Qiu Xingjian was still looking at him, staring at him with a kind of eyes that were empty, confused, happy and painful.

He could feel the tenderness of his embrace, but at the same time he felt a tingle. A tingling pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and blood vessels. Until he fell down, he didn't know that a knife had pierced his heart from his back when he was hugged. A thin knife, as thin as paper. Fourth Master Hua's unique smile still remained on his round face, but he sighed softly. "I admire you." He said, "Young Master, now I really admire you." "Oh?" "I've seen other people kill people, and I've killed people myself." Fourth Master Hua said, "However, a person can kill people in such a gentle and affectionate way. Not only have I never seen it, I can't even imagine it."

Wang Zhenfei had bulging veins on his forehead, back of his hands, and neck: "The only reason he can kill people in this way is because he is not human at all." Di Qinglin sat down again, on the futon. "You're wrong," he said. "I killed him in this way only because I liked him." His voice was still very peaceful: "It's different for you, I will never kill you in this way." Wang Zhenfei stepped back three steps and said sharply: "How dare you touch me? You don't know my identity? Are you afraid that the boss of Qinglong will chop you into minced meat?"

Di Qinglin suddenly smiled, and the smile was very gentle. "What are you? You're just a pig who thinks he's smart." It is hard to imagine that a person can curse with such a gentle and elegant voice. "Actually, I didn't have to kill you. I should have left you to Yang Zheng." Di Qinglin said, "You don't have to worry about me. In the eyes of your leader, you are nothing more than a pig at best. Not mad at me for killing a pig of his." Wang Zhenfei actually laughed too, and the laughter was actually like the sound of a pig screaming when it was hungry and excited, even a bit like the sound of a pig being slaughtered.

The only difference is that the pig doesn't have a knife, but he does. He pulled out the knife that he had been hiding under his gown all the time. It was not the golden-backed machete he usually used to show his style, but a wild goose feather knife. This is the sharp weapon he uses when he really wants to kill. "Hua Si, what are you still doing sitting there?" Wang Zhenfei yelled, "Are you really going to sit there waiting to die?" Fourth Master Hua didn't make a sound or move, because he had already found out that he must not move in front of Di Qinglin. Of course he has his reasons. He is famous, powerful, and has a huge wealth that others can hardly imagine. When people like him make up their minds to do something, of course they have good reasons. ——When he saw Wan Junwu's body, he already realized that Di Qinglin was a very terrifying person, far more terrifying than ten Qiu Xingjian and ten Wang Zhenfei combined. ——When he saw that Di Qinglin was not killed by Xiaoqing, he confirmed this even more. The most important point is that he believed that Di Qinglin would never touch him. Because Di Qinglin's attitude towards him is completely different from that of others, otherwise why did he specifically ask him to sit down just now? Fourth Master Hua thought a lot, and thought very happily.In this case, why would he move? Wang Zhenfei has already moved. He knew that Di Qinglin was a difficult person to deal with, but he was not easy to deal with either. His knife is light, light and fast. Many people in Jianghu believed that if he used this goose feather saber instead of a golden saber, then he would definitely be much faster than Wan Jun's master "Quick Saber" Fang Cheng when he made a single strike. The golden knife is for others to see.But this knife cannot be seen. He shot with a knife, and when you saw his knife, you were probably dead by the knife. Now that his saber has been released, Di Qinglin has already seen his saber, the light of the saber flashed lightly, and it has reached Di Qinglin's throat. He was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, Wang Zhenfei didn't give him a chance to fight back. ——When you really want to kill, you must never give the other party a chance. Wang Zhenfei understood this truth and did it thoroughly. This cut is likely to be the fastest cut of his life, because he has brought out all his potential. A person's full potential emerges only at the moment of life and death. Now he has reached the point of life and death.If Di Qinglin didn't die, he would die. Wang Zhenfei is not dead, neither is Di Qinglin. The light of the knife flashed, and when the knife struck out, Wang Zhenfei suddenly felt as if a needle had pierced a certain part of his body. A very special place, even he himself didn't know where it was. He suddenly felt sore all over his body, sore and painful, so sore that he seemed to be about to shed tears. When the soreness passed, he still stood in the original place, as if nothing had happened, it was no different from when he was standing here just now. The only difference is that he no longer has a knife in his hand. His knife was already in Di Qinglin's hand. Di Qinglin pinched the tip of the knife with two fingers, handed the handle of the knife to him, and said flatly: "This knife is not fast enough, you can go faster." He said, "You might as well try again." Why didn't Di Qinglin kill him?Why give him another chance? Wang Zhenfei didn't believe it, because he had never given such a chance to others, not even once. But he couldn't believe it, because his knife was already in his hand. Of course he had to try again. The miss just now may have been just because he was too nervous and cramped from nervousness. Of course he had to be extra careful this time, and of course he used a completely different method from the last time. His body suddenly started to swim away, circling around Di Qinglin like a fish, making it impossible for Di Qinglin to see where the knife would strike from. This is the saber technique he transformed from "Bagua Youshen Palm".It seemed that he was going to cut out from the Kanmen, but suddenly changed direction and cut out from the Limen. This knife is not only fast, but also faster, but the effect is still exactly the same as last time.Not even a little effect. Suddenly his saber was in Di Qinglin's hands again, and Di Qinglin unexpectedly returned the saber to him: "You can try again." Wang Zhenfei stretched out his hand again, held his knife again, and clenched it tightly. This time he must not miss again. Although he knew that this opportunity was not the last, Di Qinglin would continue to give him another opportunity in the future. But he was unwilling to accept it. Because he has already understood that this kind of opportunity is not an opportunity at all, but an insult. He suddenly felt as if he had become like a mouse under a cat's paw. But this time he will never miss again.He promised himself that he would never miss again. This knife is his last knife.When this knife is cut down, the blade must be stained red with blood. His humiliation can only be washed away by blood. This time he really didn't miss, the blade was immediately stained red with blood. It wasn't Di Qinglin's blood, it was his own blood. His blood was as red as Di Qinglin's. Yang Zheng untied the rags wrapped around the farewell hook one by one, and brought his hook to the old man sharpening his knife with both hands. He wants to ask the old man to take a look at his hook. The sun was shining brightly, and the old man also held the hook with both hands, pointed the tip of the hook to the sky, and stretched the tip of the hook to the sun. The hook doesn't move.The old man didn't move either. Except for his eyes, he seemed to have turned into a stone statue at this moment. His essence, his spirit, his energy, his strength, his spirit, and his soul seemed to have been completely thrown into the hook he was holding at this moment. His eyes were as bright as stars in the sky. He stared at the hook for a long time before speaking, but what he said was something completely unrelated to the hook. "You must have not had a good meal for a long, long time. Because you look hungry." Yang Zheng didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this. "The sharp weapons made by famous masters are just like human beings. They not only have appearance, but also color. If you don't drink human blood for a long time, you will look hungry." The old man finally turned the topic to the topic, "This hook must have been full of human blood recently. And it must be the blood of an extraordinary person." "Why must it be very human blood?" "That can be seen." The old man said, "Is there a difference in the expression of a person after eating refined delicacies and after eating only coarse grains and noodles?" This metaphor is not very good, but Yang Zheng already fully understands its meaning. He had to admit that this strange old man did have a vision that could see everything. The old man closed his eyes and asked Yang Zheng again: "Who did you hurt?" "It's Lan Yichen." Yang Zheng said, "Mr. Lan Da." The old man was shocked and moved: "This is God's will, it must be God's will." He opened his eyes and looked up to the sky, his eyes full of awe: "Master Shao accidentally forged this hook, but died because of it, this is related to Lan Yichen; now Lan Yichen is caught by this hook again." Injury, isn't this God's will?" Yang Zheng couldn't help being horrified, the old man said again: "This hook was originally an ominous thing, like a born deformed person, born with hostility, so as soon as it came out of the furnace, the person who cast it died because of it." He said, "Although your father used it Across the world, but his life is also full of sorrow and misfortune." Yang Zheng was sad, but the old man's eyes showed excitement. "But now its hostility has been resolved, by Lan Yichen's blood." He said, "Because Lan Yichen should have been its owner, but abandoned it; although he didn't kill Master Shao, Shao But the Master died because of him; he had planted in the very essence of the hook a venomous and venomous vibe of malice and hatred that only his own blood could undo." This kind of statement is really very mysterious, but there seems to be an extremely mysterious truth in it, which makes people have to believe it. The old man closed his eyes again and sighed long: "This is God's will. Since God wants to fulfill you, you can rest at ease." He handed the hook back to Yang Zheng, "Go, no matter what you want to do, no matter what you want If you want to deal with anyone, you will never fail." There seemed to be a mysterious magic in his voice.His blessing to Yang Zheng is a curse to Yang Zheng's enemies. Di Qinglin, who was hundreds of miles away, seemed to feel an ominous feeling at this moment. Di Qinglin never believed in these mysterious things, the only thing he believed in in his life was himself. When his sword edge pierced into the flesh and blood of Wuwu, he already thought that absolutely no one in this world could defeat him. So he quickly regained his composure and composure.When he looked at Hua Si, it was like an omnipotent god looking at a humble and ignorant villain. Fourth Master Hua was already intimidated by his attitude. Although he was still sitting there, he seemed to have succumbed to his feet. Di Qinglin suddenly asked: "Do you know why I didn't kill you?" "Because I'm still useful to the young master." Hua Si forced a smile on his face, "I can still do a lot of things for the young master." "you are wrong." Di Qinglin said coldly: "I won't kill you, just because you are not worthy of me. You have always made me sick." His hand hung down, gently flipping a hidden button on the edge of the futon he was sitting on. The futon that Hua Si sat on suddenly rotated and moved, and the floor under the futon was removed together. A dark cave suddenly appeared on the ground. Hua Si fell down immediately, and let out a scream of extreme fear, far more fearful than death itself. Because the moment he fell down, he had already seen the situation in the crypt. What he saw was far more terrifying than death. Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom in the back garden of the Hou Mansion, and the spring is like a brocade. Di Qinglin walked up to a small pavilion leisurely, turned around and told the servants who followed him: "Today I only saw one person. Other than him, everyone else stood in the way." The young master said, "This person's surname is Yang, and his name is Yang Zheng." The stone steps outside the Zhumen of the Hou Mansion were long and wide, as smooth as a mirror, and Yang Zheng could even see his own face on them. His face was very ugly. Although he received a little travel expenses from the neighboring county government office, it was pitifully small, and he never had enough food on the road these days. He had been sitting on the stone steps and waiting for half an hour before he couldn't resist going in through the door next to him, and asked the concierge who opened the door for him just now, with eyes on top of his head: "Just now you said that the young master is in the back garden?" "Ok." "You said you have already sent someone to report?" Yang Zheng held back his anger and asked, "Why is there no news until now?" The old man in the concierge squinted at him, snorted with a half-smile, and asked coldly: "Do you know how long it takes to go back and forth from here to the back garden?" Yang Zheng shook his head. He could have smashed the old man's nose with a punch, but he held back. "You don't know, let me tell you: It takes half an hour to walk from here to the back garden." The porter sneered, "This is the hereditary first-class marquis' mansion, which is different from your small yamen. .” Yang Zheng could only continue to wait. From here, the situation of the Hou Mansion could not be seen at all, and a high wall made of colored porcelain with nine unicorns completely blocked his sight.There was silence behind the wall, not even a single sound could be heard. He waited for a long time before a brocade-clothed boy came out from inside and clapped his fingers at him. "Young Master has promised to see you, come with me!" Behind the high wall is a very large yard, without flowers and trees, and without goldfish. There is only a huge and ancient iron tripod in the yard, but it highlights the solemnity and vastness of the yard. The door of the hall in front is closed, and you can't see what's going on inside. You can only see the carved courtyard pillars in front of the corridor that two people can't hold together and the dripping cornices towering under the white clouds. Only in this kind of place can a person truly understand the power of wealth and power, and a sense of awe will involuntarily arise in his heart. But Yang Zheng didn't seem to see anything, didn't feel anything. Because there is only one person and one thing in his heart. ——Lu Suwen was still waiting for him in that lonely and miserable cabin, he must go back alive. The snow-white room was still so clean and quiet, as if it had never been stained by a little blood. Di Qinglin still sat cross-legged on that futon, pointed to the opposite futon and said to Yang Zheng: "Please sit down." Yang Zheng sat down. Of course he never imagined that sitting on this futon would be like sitting in the mouth of an ancient beast. His flesh, skin and bones would be swallowed by it at any time, and not even a scum would be left. Di Qinglin looked at him with a strange look, as if he was very interested in this person. "This is where I used to practice swords. There are very few guests here, so I have nothing to entertain you." Di Xiaohou said lightly, "I don't think you will accept my hospitality either." "That's right." Yang Zheng's voice was equally cold, "I was not your guest in the first place." He looked directly at Di Qinglin without blinking his eyes: "I just want to ask you, is Sisi dead? Was she killed by you? Was the dart silver stolen by Wang Zhenfei? Was he Didn't you come here?" Di Qinglin smiled and sighed with a smile. "Do you know who I am? Do you know where this is? How dare you say such things in front of me?" "It's because I know exactly what kind of person you are that I dare to say that." "Oh?" "You are a great person. Everyone thinks you are great, and you must think so yourself. You will always be superior in your life." Yang Zheng said, "It is because you are this kind of person that I am Dare to ask you like that." "why?" "Because I know that you will never evade and lie in front of me." Yang Zheng said, "Because you don't take me seriously at all." ——The purpose of lying, if not to please the other party, is to protect oneself. ——If you look down on a person at all, there is no reason to lie to him, so why lie again? Di Qinglin's expression remained unchanged, but he asked Yang Zheng, "What if I don't say anything?" Yang Zheng pondered for a long time before answering: "If you don't tell me, I have no choice but to leave." "Why are you leaving?" "Because I have no evidence, neither personal nor physical." Yang Zheng said, "I have no way to prove that you did these things, and no one will judge you for what I said." "So you have nothing to do with me." "yes." "Then why did you come?" "I thought I could find evidence, or at least find a way to deal with you." Yang Zheng said, "But after I came here, I knew I was wrong." "What's wrong?" "It's my fault that although I didn't underestimate you, I still underestimated you." Yang Zheng said, "You are so 'big', you are so big that you can obliterate all the evidence, you are too big to wipe out all the evidence against you. Eat everything." His expression was gloomy: "Now I have realized that a person like you is really not something I can deal with. There are indeed some things in this world that no one can do anything about, and there is nothing they can do about it." After listening to him say these words, Di Qinglin still had no expression on his face, and didn't even respond at all. Yang Zheng also sat there like a wooden man. After sitting there for a long time, he suddenly stood up and strode out. Di Qinglin watched him go out, walked to the door, and stopped him suddenly: "Wait a minute." Yang Zheng's footsteps slowed down, and he took a few steps forward before stopping, and turned around slowly to face Di Qinglin. Di Qinglin looked at him, and suddenly that cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his voice was still so flat: "I can let you go, let others deal with you, treat you like a thief, and question those stolen bodyguards." Di Xiaohou said, "No matter how you explain, no one will believe you , you still have only one dead end." "Yes." Yang Zheng said, "Things are like this, and many things are like this." "If I don't want you to go, then there is no one like you in this world now." Di Xiaohou said. He immediately proved that what he said was not a threat.Because as soon as he lowered his hand, the opposite futon moved away, and the dark cave appeared on the ground immediately. Of course Yang Zheng couldn't help but want to look at it, and after just one glance, he bent down and almost couldn't help vomiting. —what did he see? Although he will never forget what he saw, he will never say it. The futon was moved back to the original place, and everything returned to the original state, and Di Qinglin asked Yang Zheng: "Do you know why I didn't treat you like this?" Yang Zheng shook his head, barely holding back, not letting himself vomit. "Because you are a smart person. Although you are smarter than I imagined, you are not too smart." Di Qinglin said, "Everything you say is very reasonable and everything you do is fair, so I must also Treat you in the same way." The smile on the corner of his mouth was even colder: "Sisi did die in my hands, and the missing dart silver is also with me. As long as you can defeat me with the weapon in your hand, the dart silver is yours, and I This life is also yours, and you can take it with you.” Yang Zheng looked at him, stared at him quietly for a long time, and then said in a calm and cold voice like his: "I knew you would do this." Yang Zheng said, "Because you are too proud and don't take others seriously." Di Qinglin is indeed a very proud person, but he does have reasons to be proud of. His martial arts were indeed not something Yang Zheng could resist. He didn't use his sword to deal with Yang Zheng, he used that short thin knife. Like Yang Zheng's parting hook, it was cast from the same person's hand, and it was also because of a casting error of a sword that this hook and this knife came into being. However, Di Qinglin's skill in using this saber has already entered the state of transformation, and has entered the peak of the saber technique that can do whatever he wants. He manipulates this knife just like a person manipulates his own thoughts, it will go where he wants it to go, and it will never deviate even if he wants it to pierce a person's heart. With a flash of light, the blade pierced the "Quchi" point on Yang Zheng's elbow, because Di Qinglin originally wanted it to stab at this place. He didn't want Yang Zheng to die too quickly. Yang Zheng is an interesting person, he doesn't always enjoy this kind of cruel fun. He also knew that when a person's "Quchi" point was stabbed, half of his body would immediately become numb, and he would have no ability to resist or fight back. His thinking was absolutely correct, but unfortunately he didn't expect that Yang Zheng would actually use his parting hook to deal with him. The cold light of the parting hook suddenly landed on Yang Zheng's own arm, the arm that was pierced by the blade into Qu Chi. The arm parted from his body at once. ——Parting is for getting together, as long as we can get together, no matter how painful parting is, we can bear it. In a burst of pain that went deep into the bone marrow, the parting hook that caused Yang Zheng's arm to leave his body flew up obliquely, and flew into the throat of Di Qinglin, who was always high above. So Di Qinglin bid farewell to this world. The proud will lose. This sentence should always be kept in mind by anyone.