Chapter 27 Chapter 3 Di Qinglin in the Stone House

A stone house, a stone table, two stone chairs, a lamp, a copper stove, a jug of wine, a crystal wine glass, a crystal bowl, and a person.The copper stove is on the stone table, and a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus, lotus seed and ginkgo porridge sits on the copper stove, and the fragrance fills the stone house. man by the lamp. She was dressed in snow-white clothes, spotless, and her pale and delicate face was always cold and indifferent, with a kind of expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.The stone slabs are covered with woolen carpets from Persia. Di Qinglin was wearing a pure silk white gown casually and unrestrainedly, with bare feet, sitting cross-legged in front of the stone table, sitting on the wool carpet, slowly drinking a glass of glass-colored wine.Footsteps sounded in the forest outside the stone house, and the sycamore trees in the forest seemed to be whispering their loneliness.

The door of the stone house opened, and a ghostly white woman floated in with the autumn wind outside the door. Di Qinglin deliberately didn't look at her, and continued to drink slowly. The white woman who came in was sitting on the stone chair opposite him. She poured a glass of Persian wine for herself from the crystal luminous glass on the stone table, and looked at him quietly.One silently faced each other and drank silently. After a long time, Di Qinglin looked up at her. "Is it you? Are you here?" "Of course I am, of course I am here." "But I remember that you should have come half an hour ago."

"I should have been sitting here half an hour ago." He said, "But that old turtle is not an easy person. I have to be very careful before I come out." Di Qinglin looked at her. "The last time you came out, how long has it been since this time?" "Thirteen years." "Thirteen years and nine months and seven days," Di Qinglin said, "the day you came to save me was the twenty-ninth day of December, and today is the seventh day of October." He looked at her. "Thirteen years, nine months and seven days have passed." "Time is not forgiving." She sighed.

"Thirteen years, how have you been doing?" "Very peaceful." She took a shallow sip of her wine. "Does that old tortoise appear often?" "No." Her voice seemed to be shaking. "But it scares me far more than appearing." "Oh?" "If he appears, you will know that his person is right in front of you, but he doesn't appear." She said, "It makes you feel as if he is by your side all the time." She took another sip of her drink. "That feeling is as if you are in a deep forest. Although you don't see any dangerous animals, you are always on guard against the sudden appearance of beasts." Di Qinglin served a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus, lotus seed and ginkgo porridge for her, and one for himself bowl.

"How long is your agreement with the old turtle?" "Twenty years and one month." "Twenty years and one month?" Di Qinglin looked at the smoke coming out of the bowl. "Why not twenty years. Why not twenty-one years, but one month after twenty years?" He took a sip of porridge. "Why such an extra month?" "Maybe he thinks it's more fun to add such a small amount." The self-colored woman smiled slightly. "There must be intentions." Di Qinglin said, "I know this old tortoise very well. He never does meaningless things."

The white woman also took a sip of porridge. "Perhaps his intention of doing this is to make us suspicious and guess." "I hope so." Di Qinglin thought for a while. "This old tortoise's way of doing things is far more different than Shao Kongzi's, and his martial arts are unfathomable. He is really a headache." "He has long since stopped caring about Jianghu affairs. Why is he so enthusiastic about Yang Zheng's affairs? ?” "My girlfriend is Yang Zheng's father, Yang Hen, who is his only life-and-death friend," Di Qinglin took a sip of the wine.

"Since he wants to help Yang Zheng, why not be more straightforward?" "He doesn't want Yang Zheng to become a person who has no independent opinion and relies on help everywhere." Di Qinglin said, "He wants Yang Zheng to become the second Yang Hen." Di Qinglin looked at the white woman, smiled slightly, and then said "If it wasn't like this, why would he force you to keep the twenty-year oath? If it wasn't like this, you would have died twenty years ago." Yang Zheng killed me with his own hands?" The white woman asked lightly. "seems like it."

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared in the white woman's eyes, which was a comprehensive expression of hatred, resentment, sorrow, love, and helplessness. "If not, you seem to have died twenty years ago?" The white woman was laughing, sneering. "The reason why he didn't kill me seems to be a bit different from yours." Di Qinglin said. "Which place is different?" "He will definitely give Yang Zheng a chance." Di Qinglin said, "A just and fair opportunity. He wants Yang Zheng to fight me with his own strength." Otherwise, you broke your oath thirteen years ago and sneaked out to save me, how could Cha have escaped his eyes and ears?" "He gave Yang Zheng a fair chance to fight, how about you?" Yang Zheng has a fair chance." "Yes, I will definitely give Yang Zheng a fair chance during the duel." Di Qinglin smiled and said, "But before the duel, it depends on the individual's means." "Your means seem to be more cruel. "The white woman said, "You send your daughter back to him first, so that he has family affection. Once there is family affection, his heart will soften, and then you create crises all the time to make him feel oppressed." listen.

"If there is oppression in the heart, there will be emptiness, and when a sense of emptiness appears, you will want to rely on trusted people." The white woman said: "At this time, you will remove the people around him one by one, causing him to isolate. ’ The white woman stared at him. "When it comes to a duel, you win without fighting." Di Qinglin was also staring at her. "Don't you want me to win? Don't you want me to lose?" The white woman didn't know how to answer this question, and she couldn't figure out whether she wanted Yang Zheng to win or Yang Zheng to lose. People in the Jianghu, to lose is to die .She wanted Yang Zheng to be defeated, but she didn't want Yang Zheng to die.

What kind of psychology is this?White women don't know it themselves. "Now Yang Zheng is almost isolated, what are you going to do next," the white woman asked. "The next step is of course the most important step." Di Qinglin said: "I want to make his last embankment collapse." "The last embankment?" The white woman asked: "What kind of embankment?" "Emotion, family. " "Feelings, family affection." "Family affection is of course his daughter, Hua Wuyu." Di Qinglin stared at the white woman, "Affection is of course his most beloved person." Di Qinglin's eyes flashed a complacent and cruel light.

"I want to give him something from the woman he loves the most." The most inconvenient and disturbing thing for the patients is defecating, especially for Yang Zheng. From the waist down, he was clamped with wooden boards, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to, let alone turn around. Fortunately, "Traveling God Medical Pavilion" not only has first-class medical skills, but also first-class service. A big man like Yang Zheng has a dedicated person to serve him. There is a rope on the wall next to the head of the bed. The rope goes out of the window along the wall and connects to the "medical staff rest room". A bell crotch is tied to the end of the rope.If a patient needs service, he only needs to pull the rope end in the ward. As soon as the rope is pulled, the bell in the lounge will ring, and someone will serve you as soon as it rings.Yang Zheng had just pulled the rope, and before he could put his hands down completely, a very sweet girl came.After she came in, she straightened Yang Zheng's bed first, and then asked with a smile: "My lord, what's the matter?" "How are you, please? As soon as I heard the word 'Prince', my condition suddenly worsened." "Yang Zheng said with a wry smile." Yes. "Her voice is also very sweet." Yang...Master Yang. ""Ugh!Change the soup but not the medicine. "Yang Zheng sighed." My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Zheng. ""Yes, Yang Zheng." ""right. "Her eyes are also very sweet, and the sweet sunlight stays on Yang Zheng's face." What's the matter? "I know it's night now, and it's already winter, and the patient can't have a hair dryer." "Yang Zheng looks pitiful." But this room is really too stuffy, can I trouble you to open the window a little bit? ""Yes you can. "She didn't even hesitate, she immediately walked over and swept" the window open, then turned her head and smiled at Yang Zheng. "It's a false use." Let's go, Yang Zheng. "" That's great. "Yang Zheng smiled." Thank you. ""You're welcome. "She walked away with a smile, leaving behind a sweet aftertaste that filled the room. Yang Zheng took a deep breath, as if reminiscing about the sweet aftertaste, and as if tasting the fresh air flowing in from the window of Gangshan." Well, it tastes really good. "Yang Zheng close your eyes." Come in, I've been waiting all day. "It's quiet, there are no footsteps, no knocking on the door, how does he know someone is coming?" "Squeaks, but the door opens." How do you know I'm coming? ""Hei Niu's salt syrup not only tastes good, but also has a full fragrance," Yang Zheng said with a smile." It turns out that Dad has already smelled it. "Hua Wuyu approached the bed with a small pot." After shopping in the morning, I had other things to do, so I didn't come here until now. ""It doesn't matter. "Yang Zheng opened his eyes and looked at her." It's better to come than not to come. "Would you like to drink a bowl now?" "Okay." Yang Zheng looked at the small pot in her hand, "This bowl of 'Black Girl Salt Syrup' must have a very special taste." Yang Zheng's last word "special" seemed to be said in a very "special" voice. Hua Wuyu didn't seem to feel the "special" sound of those two words. She happily filled a bowl of fragrant salt syrup and handed it to Yang Zheng. "Do you want me to feed you?" "I'll do it myself." Yang Zheng said, "I've been lying on the bed for seven or eight days. If I don't move any more, my bones will be rusted." Yang Zheng raised his body, leaned half on the bed, and took the Hua Wuyu greedily sniffed the salt slurry in Hua Wuyu's hand. "Okay, no wonder her business is very good." Yang Zheng said, "Every time I go, there are always more than a dozen customers sitting on the seven or eight tables in her shop." Hua Wuyu's eyebrows seemed to move.Yang Zheng didn't see it, he just looked at the salt slurry in his hand. "Drink it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." "it is good." Yang Zheng stirred it with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful and drank it happily. Seeing him drink a tablespoon, Hua Wuyu actually had an excited friendship, but then returned to normal, because Yang Zheng just raised his head at this time. "Wuyu, I suddenly remembered something, can I trouble you?" "Okay! What's the matter?" "I haven't taken my medicine tonight, can you get it for me?" Yang Zheng said. "I'm going right now." Hua Wuyu turned and left, turned back when he came to the door, and said with a smile: "The salt syrup will last for 7 days." When you come back, I promise not to leave a single drop. "Yang Zheng replied with a smile. As soon as Hua Wuyu walked out of the room, the smile on Yang Zheng's face suddenly disappeared, and he stared at the salt slurry with serious eyes. Although the night in the late autumn and early winter is cold: there is a bright moon, Starry. Yang Zheng pushed his abdomen hard, opened his mouth towards the window, and shot out a jet of water, which turned out to be the salt syrup he just drank. With a wave of his right hand, the bowl in his hand slowly flew out of the window, as if there were a pair of invisible It was as if holding a bowl in his hands. In the depths of the flowers outside the window, there seemed to be a figure who got up to catch the bowl, poured out the salt slurry in the bowl, and then sent the empty bowl back. The speed of the empty bowl flying back was much faster than when it floated out , it is obvious that the artist who can see the figure among the flowers is worse than Yang Zheng. As soon as Yang Zheng caught the empty bowl, he heard a knock on the door." Come in. "As soon as Hua Wuyu entered the door, he seemed to glance at the bowl in Yang Zheng's hand, and saw that the bowl was empty. Then he smiled and said: "They said that you only take medicine if you can't sleep at night, otherwise you don't need to take it." . " "Oh?" Yang Zheng looked at the bowl in his hand. "Drinking such a delicious 'Black Girl Salt Syrup' today must be a good sleep." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zheng stretched suddenly, his eyes filled with sleepiness. "Why do I suddenly feel nauseous?" "Probably tired." "En." Yang Zheng nodded. "I didn't sleep well last night, and I was woken up early in the morning." "Then rest early." Hua Wuyu helped him lie down, covered him with the quilt, and said in a very pleasant voice, "Do you want me to bring anything else tomorrow?" "Tomorrow..." Yang Zheng's eyelids drooped. "Bring some flowers." "it is good." Before the fifteenth day, the moon was already very round, and the moonlight was as soft as the hand of a passionate girl, caressing Yang Zheng's face. After leaving Huawuyu, he has been in a deep sleep and never even moved. The window was still open, and the night wind brought the breath of distant mountains and a figure. A slender figure floated into the window with the wind, dressed in pitch-black night clothes, standing in front of the bed like a ghost, her eyes were as bright as moonlight, but with a murderous look.Yang Zheng's hand moved suddenly, and the man in black immediately shrank back and stood against the wall, watching him with bated breath. Yang Zheng seemed to feel a little chill in his sleep. He moved his hand just now, but he just put his hand into the quilt. It seemed that he had never woken up, let alone knew that someone had come in, and it was murderous.The man in black exhaled lightly, and slowly approached the bed again, staring at Yang Zheng with murderous eyes. Her hand has been raised, and she clearly sees a dagger in her hand under her eyes. A woman's saber with a red tassel. There was a green light shining on the blade, just like the light in the eyes of the legendary monsters and goblins. The night wind was cold, and the sword energy was even colder. As cold as ice, as cold as the murderous look in the eyes of the man in black. The blade pierced through the air, and with a sound of "Xiu", the dagger pierced through the quilt and pierced Yang Zheng's body. "True". The short sword pierced the body, and there was such a sound. This kind of sound is actually like the sound made when a hidden weapon hits wood. Looking at Yang Zheng again, he had opened his eyes and was smiling at the man in black. There was no expression of pain from the sword on his face.The man in black frowned, and when he was about to draw his sword, Yang Zheng suddenly said, "Pull it out slowly, and be careful not to damage my quilt." Yang Zheng stretched out his hand to help the man in black pull out the sword. There was no blood on the edge of the drawn sword, and the man in black looked at Yang Zheng in shock. "The part you stabbed just now is the 'Shanma Point' on my abdomen." Yang Zheng said: "If this point is stabbed, it will be like a sword stabbing someone's heart, and you will die immediately, right?" "Could it be that you have already Have you learned the 'Dafa of Changing Heaven and Earth'?" asked the man in black. "I want to learn this kind of kung fu, but unfortunately I haven't been able to find this cheat book." "The sword I just made—" "It's exactly my 'Shan Ma Point'." A surprised and strange look suddenly appeared in the eyes of the man in black. "Why didn't he die after being stabbed at the 'Shanma Point'?" Yang Zheng said with a smile, "You don't understand, do you?" The man in black nodded, staring straight at the sword hole in the quilt. "You don't want to investigate things that are strange?" Yang Zheng said, "Turn off the quilt and look, and you'll understand." The man in black stretched out her hand, then retracted it, as if afraid of a poisonous snake in the quilt, she took a step back and picked up the quilt with the tip of her sword.As soon as the quilt was lifted, the man in black froze. Yang Zheng disappeared from the chest down. After the quilt was lifted, the man in black saw only a piece of wood on the bed, but Yang Zheng's abdomen and legs were gone. how can that be possible? How can the lower body of a person disappear? How can a person be alive without a lower body? This is how the same thing? Yang Zheng suddenly laughed out loud. "What you see with your own eyes may not be true." Yang Zheng said, "Surely you should know this truth?" "But your...your lower body?" The man in black's voice seemed to tremble a little. "It's not enough to just look at the surface of some things." Yang Zheng said, "Just like now, if you only look at the surface, of course you will be afraid." Yang Zheng pointed under the bed. "Why don't you squat down and look under the bed?" Look.Of course. If she didn't read it, she might not be able to fall asleep every night in the future. Even if she fell asleep, she would wake up in the middle of the night and be frightened by nightmares. ——A nightmare with only upper body demons. Before looking at it, she was terrified, but when she squatted down to look, she suddenly burst out laughing. Can't stop laughing. Yang Zheng was also laughing. Both of them smiled happily. Yang Zheng's smile contained complacency, but the man in black laughed heartily as if he had picked up a big ingot suddenly. The man in black couldn't help but looked down under the bed again. Yang Zheng's missing lower body was under the bed. The upper body is on the bed, and the lower body is under the bed. From the side view, Yang Zheng's person seems to be cut in half by the bed board. But if you look carefully, you will find that there is a hole in the middle of the bed board. Yang Zheng's lower body just passed through the bed board hole and squatted under the bed. —Some things are like this, you can’t see clearly just by looking at the surface. "Yang Zheng is worthy of being Yang Zheng." The man in black said with a big laugh. This was a compliment, but Yang Zheng sighed after hearing it. "Why does everyone say: 'Yang Zheng is worthy of being Yang Zheng'." Yang Zheng said: "Why don't you say 'Yang Zheng is really good', or 'If you are quick-witted and smart, no one can compare to you'. He looked at her and said, "I also sound more comfortable with this kind of words." The man in black was still laughing. She really convinced Yang Zheng that she could think of this method to avoid the assassin's assassination. Yang Zheng pressed the bed with both hands, lifted it vigorously, his lower body passed through the bed board and returned to the bed, with his feet crossed, he sat upright on the bed. Seeing Yang Zheng's actions, the man in black, who was still laughing, suddenly stopped laughing, and the smile froze on his face.She looked at Yang Zheng's feet in surprise. "You... isn't your leg injured?" She asked: "Isn't it clamped with a wooden board? Why can it suddenly move now?" "My bones are a bit cheap, so I can't live a good life." Yang Zheng said with a smile He said: "Let me lie comfortably on the bed, and someone will insist on everything. After three days, I can't stand this kind of life." He slapped his feet, and said, "So on the fourth day, I secretly took Get off the splint and sneak out of bed to exercise. If someone comes, of course I will lie back on the bed immediately and put the splint back on." "Even the wind is vivid, you keep it from it," "Based on his medical concept, 'injury It will take at least a hundred days to recover." "Who knew you would recover so quickly." "It's not that it gets better quickly, but that my injury is not as serious as I thought." "Whether the injury is serious or not, can't Feng Chuanshen see it?" "He didn't cut open the flesh on my leg, how could he know how badly I was hurt?" Yang Zheng smiled. "As I said just now, seeing with my own eyes may not be true, let alone just looking at the appearance." "I will definitely remember this deeply in the future." The man in black suddenly sneered. "I also want to tell you something, the next time someone assassinates you, don't talk to him, let alone let him know your secret." The dagger flicked, cutting through the voice. The sword's edge is as thin as spring ice, but its murderous aura is as thick as snow that has not melted for a thousand years. The dagger in the hands of the man in black flicked into seven sword flowers, and the blossoms were not far from the seven dead spots on Yang Zheng's body. Yang Zheng didn't move. But the Heinong person had already moved, and before the sword flower disappeared, her body suddenly spun, spinning faster and faster, making a "buzzing" sound like a top. The "hum" sound became faster and faster with the speed of rotation, evoking a sharp and ear-piercing sound, which already made the rice paper on the window "rustle".The tired bird resting in the flowers outside the window was also awakened by the ear-piercing sound. It raised its wings and fluttered to fly. Just as it took off, its wings suddenly softened, and the whole bird fell down.The resting tired bird was shocked to death by the ear-piercing sound. Before it fell to the ground, blood flowed from the small seven holes.Unexpectedly, the sound made by the man in black's rotation contained a "killing shock wave". "Killing Shockwave" is one of Fuso Ninja's must-kill techniques. Its principle is similar to Shaolin's "Lion's Roar", both use "sound waves" to achieve the purpose of killing people.When the "buzzing" sound just came out, Yang Zheng had already used his internal force to squeeze the eardrums of both ears, so this "killing shock wave" had no effect on him at all.At the moment when the rice paper on the window was shattered, several dark blue lights suddenly flashed in the rotating ring. The light was as weak as the distant starlight in the rain, long and short-lived, even if you pay attention, it is not easy to detect, let alone in Yang Zheng's situation.The light flickers and goes out. ——Mie usually means that someone died. The light that flashed during this rotation was also one of Fusang's must-kill techniques - killing light. It is not its light that kills people, but the hidden weapon that emits light. When you discover the light, the hidden weapon has quietly entered your body, and when you feel the breath of death, the light has also disappeared. ——The light only confuses you, but the hidden weapon is the murderer. As soon as the light flashed, Yang Zheng had already grabbed the quilt to block in front of him. The light disappeared, and the hidden weapon was also submerged in the thick quilt. The hidden weapon was annihilated, the light disappeared, the "buzzing" sound stopped, and the rotation stopped. The man in black looked at him again in surprise. He should have been very happy to be able to decipher Fusang's "certain killing technique", but Yang Zheng didn't. He didn't feel happy at all, he just looked at her quietly, his face was covered with an expression that shouldn't appear on his face.What kind of expression is that? It is a sad, helpless, and sad expression. There seemed to be light shining in his eye sockets, as if tears were rolling. The man in black also stared at him quietly, and there seemed to be light shining in her eyes. Yang Zheng, who was drinking freely just now, is like a wood carving at this moment, even sadder than a wood carving. "I never thought of killing you." Yang Zheng said leisurely. "I'm going to... kill you." There seemed to be sorrow and pain in the man in black's voice. "I know." Yang Zheng nodded. "Because from the day you were born, you were destined to play this role." "What role?" "One wants to kill me, must kill me, but can't bear to kill me," Yang Zheng stared at her deeply, "more You don't want to kill my character." A trace of pain and helplessness flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and her body seemed to be shaking. "I...why would I not want to kill you?" "Why?" Yang Zheng sighed. "Why do I need to explain?" There seemed to be helplessness in his eyes. "You already know that I already know who you are, why do you still ask?" Who is she? Early winter, bright moon, and stars, this is a poetic night, why is it full of so much sadness? "who am I?" There was a glare in the pupils of the man in black. "I know." Yang Zheng gazed at her sadly. "I already know who you are." "Say." The man in black's voice became hoarse. "Who am I? Who am I?" "Flower dance language." Yang Zheng became very calm, and said in a very calm voice: "You are my daughter, Hua Wuyu."