Chapter 5 Chapter 3 Meet Yang Zheng Again

At the beginning of the autumn rain, the forest factory is dark and humid. You can’t see the sun during the day and the stars at night. Even the people in the village dare not go too deep into the forest, because it is difficult to get out if you get lost. Yang Zheng is not afraid of getting lost. He liked to run around in the woods since he was a child, and when he was Hachimaru, he would come to this woods to stay for an hour or two every day, and sometimes he would even sneak out at night. Who knows what he does in the woods, and he never lets anyone with him. It wasn't until twenty years ago that he brought Lu Suwen here in order to fight Di Qinglin.

Walking into the dense forest, turning left and right, and walking for more than half an hour, I came to a spring hidden in the deepest part of the dense forest, and saw a dilapidated and simple log cabin. Green plums, yellow bamboo horses, catching fish and shrimps in the stream with bare feet, crouching their necks to build a snowman in the snow, and running hand in hand through the autumn forest full of fallen leaves. What a happy childhood: how many sweet memories! In more than ten years, today is the first time Yang Zheng has returned here. The log cabin still exists. Where is the person he misses?

There is a large rusty lock on the small door of the wooden house. There are only a bed, a table and a chair, a thick bowl, a tile lamp and a red clay stove in the wooden house. Everything is covered with dust. The spiders are densely packed, and the moss in front of the door is thick and green. It is obvious that no one has been here for a long time. "When someone lived here before, his life must have been very simple, lonely, and difficult." Lu Suwen couldn't help asking Yang Zheng: "What is this place? How did you find this place?" "Because I used to come here every day." Yang Zheng said, "Sometimes I even come here twice a day."

"What are you here for?" "Come and see someone!" "Who?...Yang Zheng was silent for a long time, with that expression of respect and pain on his face again, and it took a long time before he said word by word: "I'm here to see my father. Yang Zheng patted the moss marks in front of the window lightly. "In the year before his death, the old man would stand by this window every day, waiting for me to come and see him. " Lu Suwen was taken aback. Yang Antimon moved to Dalin Village when he was still a baby. His mother had been a widow all along, doing laundry and sewing to support her son.

Lu Suwen never knew that Yang Zhen also had a father, neither did the villagers. She wanted to ask Yang Zheng, why did his father live alone in this dense forest without seeing outsiders? But she didn't ask. After years of prostitution, she has learned to think about others, keep secrets for others, never pry into other people's privacy, and never ask questions that others don't want to answer. Yang Bo said it himself. ——Although there is no official marriage in the Ming Dynasty, Yang Feng has already regarded Lu Suwen as his lifelong partner. ——There should be no secrets between husband and wife.

"My father has an extreme temper and has enemies all over the world, so after I was born, he asked my mother to take me to hide in Dalin Village." Yang Zheng said sadly: "When I was eight years old, the old man himself suffered a lot. I also hid here to heal my internal injuries, and I didn’t see him until then.” "Has the old man's injury been healed?" Yang Zheng shook his head sadly: "But after he hid from Dali, his enemies searched all over the world but couldn't find him, so I brought you here, after Riwei and I left, absolutely no one can find you. "

It was getting dark, but the oil lamp was not lit, Yang Zheng silently recalled every bit of the past in the dark. ——"I brought you here, because after I leave, no one will be able to find you." Yang Zheng's lips suddenly became cold and his face trembled, but he still managed to suppress himself. After defeating Di Qinglin, Yang Zheng happily ran back to the cabin, but what was waiting for him inside was not Lu Suwen, but a piece of paper. A piece of paper with writing on it. You take Di Qinglin away, and I take Lu Suwen away. Blue Dragon Club II There is the moon, the stars, and the wind.

The moonlight passed through the thick leaves, passed through the window, and reflected on Yang Zheng's face, dividing his face into light and dark sides. The wind howled in the forest, blowing the leaves "rustling". The night was as cold as water, and Yang Zheng suddenly felt a cloud of hot air approaching from behind him outside the door. Just when Yang Zheng felt the heat, a beam of fire shot in from outside the door, like a red-hot iron rod piercing towards Yang Zheng. The intensity and heat of the pillar of fire are enough to instantly melt rough iron, let alone people.

Before the fire arrived, Yang Zheng was already drenched in sweat.He supported the table with both hands and pressed it hard, and the four table legs broke off immediately. Yang Zheng lay down along the table, and the pillar of fire shot directly from his back. If it weren't for the special sensitivity trained since childhood, I'm afraid he would have been buried in the pillar of fire at this moment. Although he escaped the flames, his clothes were already scorched by the heat, and his back felt a tingling pain. The fire column missed and disappeared immediately, but another water column shot in from the window, and its momentum was like a galloping horse, hitting Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng jumped up and dodged the attack of the water jet. Before he landed in the air, the disappearing fire column appeared again and shot at Yang Zheng in the air. The jet of water also shoots obliquely, hitting Yang Zheng. Water and fire criss-crossed towards Yang Zheng who was in the air. At this moment, he had no way out and was forced into a dead corner of the wall. Seeing that the fire and the water column were about to swallow Yang Zheng. When Yang Zheng duels with others, he will be ready to fight desperately anytime and anywhere, and his desperate method is more desperate than anyone else.

He is not using orthodox martial arts, no one has ever seen him use orthodox martial arts.When confronting Ying Wuwu, did Yang Zheng use his life to force Ying Wuwu back?The same is true for catching Ni Ba. But this time he found that he couldn't fight hard, because this time the opponent was not a human, but a pillar of fire and water. How could he fight for his life with inanimate things? Yang Zheng was still desperate. He has no one else to work hard for, so he can always work hard with himself.Just at the very moment, Yang Zheng bumped his head against the wall with great force. It won't work without force, because the wall is very thick, and it can't be broken without force. With a "boom", the wall was broken, but Yang Zheng's head and muscles were also bleeding, which was better than being burned to death. Yang Zheng stood up from the ground, patted his head with a wry smile, and suddenly heard a sound of raising his hand. "Okay, okay, Yang Zheng still dares to do his best." He was dressed in snow-white clothes, spotlessly clean, and had a pale and delicate face. As soon as Yang Zheng turned his head, he immediately saw a person standing under the tree, a person who always had a cold and indifferent expression on his face, with a kind of expression that looked like a smile but not a smile. Seeing this person, Yang Zheng felt as if he was in a snow mountain that hadn't melted for a thousand years. No one is more familiar with that indifferent expression, that half-smile expression, that complacent face that is almost "dead" in color. Because of this person, he used the parting hook. It was because of this person that he and Lu Suwen parted ways. This person is of course - Di Qinglin. three "Twelve years and seven months have passed fourteen days." Di Qinglin's demeanor remains the same. "Have you had a good time in the past ten years?" "Very happy." Yang Zheng suppressed his anger. "And you?" "Although it's better than being in the dungeon, I force myself to work with 'gentleness' every day." Di Qinglin pulled out a paper-thin knife from nowhere. "Because I believe that we will meet again one day," said a faint blue light from the blade, as pale as the first twilight of dawn. ——The knife that kills is actually called gentleness. Yang Zheng stared at "Gentleness", and Di Qinglin stared at Yang Zheng. "My knife is here, how about you?" Di Qinglin's half-smile expression seemed to be stronger. "What about your parting date?" Yang Zheng was suddenly speechless, and he realized that what he was holding in his hand for more than ten years was no longer a parting hook, nor a knife or sword, but a cup and a wine glass. With a twist of Di Qinglin's wrist, "gentleness" disappeared. "You lost twenty years ago, not because of my martial arts." Yang Zheng looked at Di Qinglin: "You lost because you were too arrogant and didn't take others seriously. Di Qinglin is indeed a very A person who is arrogant, but Xian does have his reasons to be proud; his martial arts are indeed beyond Yang Zheng's ability to fight. He did not use Ying Wuwu's swordsmanship to deal with Yang Zheng, he used the short sword Like Yang Zheng's parting hook, Wen Wen was cast from the same hand, and it was the same mistake of casting a sword that made this hook and this knife. Di Qinglin used this The skill of the knife has entered the realm of perfection, and has reached the peak of the knife technique of doing whatever he wants. He manipulates this knife just like others manipulate his own thoughts. Wherever he wants it to go, it goes into the knife, and he wants it to pierce into the knife. A person's heart, it will never have a half deviation. With a flash of light from the knife, the blade pierced Yang Zhengshi's "Quchi" acupoint, because Di Qinglin intended to stab at this place "gentlely". He didn't want Yang Zheng to die too quickly, and he also knew that when a person's "Quchi" acupoint was stabbed, half of his body would be numb immediately, and he would have no ability to resist counterattack at all. His thinking was absolutely correct, but it was a pity that he didn't expect that Yang Zheng would not dodge, but pushed forward with all his strength. So his blade pierced Quchi, and then pierced into the bone marrow. When he was about to pull out the blade, the cold light of Yang Zheng's parting hook suddenly reached Di Qingyan's throat. ——The arrogant must be defeated, this sentence should always be kept in mind by anyone. "The proud must be defeated." Di Qinglin said lightly, "I have spent twenty years reminiscing about this sentence." The moonlight shone on the rugged path in the dense forest, and it also shone on Yang Zheng's face. Suddenly there was a strange expression on his face. Although Di Qinglin was standing there lazily, it seemed that he was under a thousand layers of pressure. If there was someone behind Yang Zheng, they would definitely find that the clothes on his back were soaked. Although Di Qinglin's sword is gone!The next time, even before the person came out, Yang Zheng had faintly sensed his saber aura. ——Di Qinglin's whole body seemed to have been honed into a knife, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura. Yang Zheng never imagined that Di Qinglin, more than ten years later, could become so sharp and terrifying invisibly. Yefeng blew past, blowing Di Qingshun's clothes flying, his footsteps never moved, but Yang Zheng felt that his whole body seemed to be moving. It's because Di Qinglin has turned all the spiritual energy in his body into a saber aura, others can only feel his saber aura is compelling, and have forgotten his own existence. His body has been integrated with the sword's aura, filling the heaven and the earth, so when he is not moving, he seems to be moving, and when he is moving, he seems not to be moving. Four Although Yefeng is very strong, the whole world seems to have frozen. Yang Zheng only felt beads of sweat dripping out, but everything in the world seemed to have stopped, and even time seemed to have stopped. He just felt as if there was an invisible hand strangling his neck. He was out of breath. No one could imagine how uncomfortable Yang Zheng felt at this moment, but at this moment, Yang Zheng suddenly took a breath, and he looked at Di Qinglin in surprise. Just at the moment of life and death, the threatening saber energy suddenly disappeared. Di Qinglin was clearly able to put Yang Zheng to death, why would he give up this opportunity? Yang Zheng looked at Di Qinglin blankly. "I remember the seventh day of October, the day when you and Lu Suwen made love." Di Qinglin said, "It was also the first time that Lu Suwen arrived at the cabin." Yang Zheng's heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles. "Today is the twenty-sixth of September. In a few days, it will be the anniversary of your love affair with Lu Suwen." Di Qinglin's voice seemed to come from a distant place. "Do you want to see her?" Hesi is already depressing. What's it like not to dare to think? That is, even if there is a feeling, it can only be buried in the bone and hidden in the bone. If "Lovesickness" is a heart-cutting knife, then "Don't Dare to Lovesickness" is a bone-scraping steel knife. It scrapes from the depths of your bone marrow, even if you use alcohol to anesthetize it, it will only increase the pain. Yang Zheng is not a sentimental person at all, he can take everything lightly, whether it's getting together or parting, he has always been very open-minded. Because life is already so short, how long can we get together?How long the parting can be, since it came in a hurry, and since it went in a hurry, why should it be so serious, but now, he already knew that he was wrong. Some people are like shooting stars, even if they meet for a moment, dazzling sparks will burst out. Although the sparks are sometimes extinguished, the impact and shock caused by them will never be forgotten, and sometimes it can even make you suffer for the rest of your life. Sometimes it can even destroy you. Although Yang Zheng can see it openly, he is not a heartless person. Maybe it's because the relationship between the gang is too much and too strong, and it can't be controlled once it happens, so I always have to act ruthless at ordinary times. ——But who in the world can be truly ruthless? Although Lu Suwen's person is no longer there, her phoenix spirit, her feelings, and her sweetness seem to still be on the pillow, by the table, and in every corner of the cabin. Yang Zheng could still feel her presence in his heart, eyes, and mind. Even though he knew she couldn't come back, he could still breathe her and feel her. So even lonely memories have become a kind of sweet enjoyment. "Do you want to see her?" Yang Zheng paid attention to Di Qinglin, not because he doubted the authenticity of his words, but because he was looking at his intentions. It is well known that Di Qinglin is a member of the Azure Dragon Society. Lu Suwen was taken away by Qinglong Guild. Of course Di Qinglin knew her whereabouts, but why did he ask this sentence here and now, "As you can see just now, I want to kill you like eating vegetables and tofu." Di Qinglin There was a hint of coolness in the corner of his mouth: "But there is one thing I must let you know, you are already a father." This sentence was hammered on Yang Zheng's head like a hammer, and his eyes were full of love. Surprise, but also full of fear. Fortunately, Lu Suwen did not die, and he had children. To his horror, he had vaguely guessed Di Qinglin's intentions. A thick fog suddenly rose in the dense forest, slowly drifting over. There seemed to be a figure in the thick fog. Di Qinglin's cool expression became stronger again. Yang Zheng stared at the figure in the thick fog. A dense fog drifted over, covering Yang Zheng and the entire dense forest. The figure in the fog appeared calmly. Her eye waves are always clear and soft, like flowing water in the spring and wind.Her hair is shiny and soft, and her waist is also soft, like willow branches in the spring breeze. She is not the kind of woman who makes men feel impulsive when they see her, because no matter what kind of man sees her, he can't help but forget everything. Now she was slowly coming through the fog. She is not pretentious, but in every move, she reveals a kind of elegant and graceful phoenix charm. She didn't wear any particularly gorgeous clothes, nor did she wear any jewelry, because these things were already superfluous to her. No matter how precious jewelry and clothing are, they can't take away a ray of brilliance from her. No matter how noble the makeup is, it can't add any more beauty to her. She just appeared in front of Yang Zheng's eyes lightly. When Yang Zheng saw her, he almost blurted out—how much she resembled Lu Suwen. Especially the stubbornness in the corner of the eyes, how similar it is! The stars in the mist were dim, and she was bathed in starlight. Her hands are slender and soft, and her face is as free as stars. She was only wearing a white Luo shirt, which was very light and thin.The phoenix blows, and the shirt is light. Qingluo in the phoenix is ​​like a thin layer of mist. Fives Her beauty is beyond the description of the world's words, it is a kind of beauty that is close to perfection. An intoxicating, heartbreaking beauty. She stared at Yang Zheng softly, as if there was something in her eyes?With a touch of sadness. Yang Zheng's heart was broken, he wanted to rush over to hug her, but he didn't because there was still a wall between the two of them. A wall built by Di Qinglin. "Her surname is Hua, and her name is Wu Yu." Di Qinglin said. Surname Hua?Isn't it my daughter?But why is she so like Lu Suwen?Yang Zheng looked at Di Qinglin suspiciously. "Her surname should have been Yang, but her mother was afraid that people would laugh at her as a child without a father." Di Qinglin said, "So she was married to Hua Cuo before she was born." The sorrow in Wu Yu's eyes became thicker, as thick as the fog in the forest. Yang Zheng didn't dare to look at her, he was afraid that he would collapse.He didn't even dare to ask where her mother was now, he could only suppress the thousands of silks deep in his heart. "Ten years ago, you could have killed me, but you didn't." Di Qinglin looked at Yang Zheng: "Today I will give you a chance to take your daughter back, and a year later, with your parting hook, at this time See you here." Before he finished speaking, Di Qinglin's people disappeared into the thick fog. Only Yang Zheng and Wu Yu were left in the dense forest. He doesn't know how to face her? When he looked at her again, all the lost past came back to his eyes. God!How she is like her. Yang Zheng's heart was broken again.