Chapter 36 The Waiting Outside the Door of the Stone House, Chapter 1 of the Sixth Duel

A high mountain, a stone house, an ancient pine, and a clear spring. Although it was raining outside, it was still very dry inside the stone house, because this stone house has no windows, only one door, and the door is always closed, so the sun can never shine in, and of course the rain can't come in. There are now two people in the house. One is dressed in snow-white clothes, spotless, with a pale and delicate face, always with a cold, half-smile expression, who regards fame and wealth as dust, but regards famous horses and beauties as life. . He was still sitting cross-legged on the futon on top of the long white wool blanket.

The other person was standing in front of the stone table, opposite Di Qinglin, with no expression on his face that had left many marks due to the years, but his lips were firm. Firm as a mountain. He just stood there quietly, watching Di Qinglin motionless. Di Qinglin was also looking at him with a very strange look. "Please sit down." He didn't sit down, but suddenly said: "This is where you live now?" "Are you satisfied with this place?" Di Qinglin said leisurely. He was silent for a long time, and finally smiled. "At least this place is dry."

"It's really dry." Di Qinglin said, "I can assure you that there isn't even a drop of water." He went on to say lightly: "There has never been any tea or water in this place, and no one has ever shed a tear here." Di Qinglin suddenly laughed. "There is only wine here, and there are all kinds of wine departments." "Where's the blood?" he asked. "Has anyone shed blood here?" "No. Even if someone wants to die here, the blood will be drained before they come here." Di Qinglin said with a smile: "If I don't want him to come in, no matter whether he is dead or alive, he will never go in." This house."

"To be honest, it's uncomfortable to live here," he smiled, "but it's not hesitating to die here." "Oh?" "This place is very much like a grave." "Since you like it, I might as well bury you here." There was a cruel smile in Di Qinglin's eyes, he pointed under the futon, and then said: "It's buried here, so when I sit here every day, I will think of the 'Farewell Hook Yang Zheng' under my bed." Step down, and I will be more conscious when I do things." ——The person standing opposite Di Qinglin is, of course, Yang Zheng.

"Sober?" Yang Zheng frowned. "Because if I can't stay awake, I will also be trampled on." Di Qinglin looked at Yang Zheng. "When I think of your example, I can certainly be alert to myself." "But if a person wakes up too much," Yang Zheng said lightly, "wouldn't it be very painful." "I don't feel pain." Di Qinglin said, "Never have." "That's only because you have never been happy." Yang Zheng looked at him. The corners of Di Qinglin's eyes seemed to move, but the forks seemed to have never moved.

Beside a clear spring, under an ancient pine tree, three people stood. Although the winter rain wet their clothes, it couldn't shake the fear in their hearts. Three people, six eyes, all fell on the stone gate. Closed stone gate, thick stone gate. The door is closed, as if shutting out everything in life. What's left in the door? The only thing left in the door is death? who died Yang Zheng?Di Qinglin? "The battle they fought in the past was enough to shock the world, but no one could see it with their own eyes." Zhong Hue said, "No one can see their battle today."

Zanghua's mouth is dripping with old water, and she will only do this when she feels helpless. But so what? Although she didn't see that battle in previous years, she heard it from a wise man. Even Yang Zheng himself admitted that Di Qinglin's martial arts were indeed higher than his, and there were many opportunities to kill him, and even make him unable to fight back. Di Qinglin deliberately missed all those opportunities, just because he was too arrogant to do it, and because he always wanted to take a look. ——to see if he can escape Yang Zheng's long-famous "farewell hook".

This time Di Qinglin will never make the same mistake again, besides, Yang Zheng's parting hook is no longer there, but Di Qinglin's "tenderness" is still there. This time he must use "gentleness" to deal with Yang Zheng. Certainly. Yang Zheng looked at Di Qinglin. "Some people may really live in pain." Yang Zheng said: "But there are some people who are more pitiful than them, because they don't even know what they are living for, and what is the purpose of their existence?" "Maybe I don't want to know at all." "You do not want?"

"I don't want to." Di Qinglin suddenly laughed again. "Because I already know that you must die today." He smiled happily, even the end of his eyebrows, and then said: "Because not only you don't have a parting hook in your hand, but you don't even have any weapons on your body, and what about me?" Di Qinglin said leisurely: " Not only is 'tenderness' here, but 'farewell' is also in my hands." With a flash of light blue knife light, Di Qinglin's right hand had an extra thin, short knife at some point. The blade was glowing with a light blue light, as pale as the clear sky.

Another brilliance flashed, and another strange-shaped hook appeared in Di Qinglin's left hand—the parting hook. Yang Zheng was watching, but he was not watching "Tenderness" or "Farewell". He was watching the cruel smile in Di Qinglin's eyes. Not only was the rain getting heavier and heavier, but the chill also sliced ​​through the depths of their bones like a blade. The three of them are still waiting, and they can only wait. The thick stone door in front of him could not be opened by anyone unless it was opened from the inside. Who opened it? Di Qinglin?Or Yang Zheng?

Perhaps this stone gate will never be opened, Zang Hua's waist bent down, she could hardly bear to vomit, her whole body was about to "collapse" because of "waiting". Sadly, she didn't know what she was waiting for? Who's in there for her? Is it a relative?is a friend?still a lover, Perhaps what she was waiting for was nothing more than death. Thinking of Di Qinglin's insidiousness and wit, thinking of Di Qinglin's "gentleness" and his martial arts, Zang Hua really didn't know how much chance Yang Zheng would have to come out alive. "If Di Qinglin knew we were waiting here, he would be very happy." Dai Tian said suddenly. "Just let him be happy." Zang Hua gritted her teeth. "In this world, only good people suffer, and happy people are evil." "you are wrong." Suddenly a fourth person's voice was heard. Although the stone door is heavy, it does not make any sound when it is opened. I do not know when the stone gate has been opened. The person who walked out slowly from the door was Yang Zheng. He looked tired, but alive. ——Live, this is the most important thing! Zang Hua, Dai Tian, ​​and Zhong Huo Que suddenly looked back, all three of them stared at Yang Zheng standing by the door, tears streaming down slowly. These are tears of joy. When I was very happy, it was the same as when I was sad. I couldn't say anything except crying, I couldn't do anything, and I couldn't even move. Yang Zheng also seemed to have tears in his eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. "You're wrong. Good people in this world will never suffer." Yang Zheng said, "Evil people will always be in pain more than they are happy." Zang Hua suddenly turned her head away, wiping her eyes with the skirt of her clothes, she couldn't help crying. These are tears of joy and joy. After a long time, she let out a long breath, and then turned around and looked at Yang Zheng. "Where's Di Qinglin?" "It must be very painful." Yang Zheng said lightly, "Because he still did the next thing wrong after all." "What did he do wrong?" "He also had many chances to kill me this time, even making it impossible for me to make a move at all, but he deliberately missed it." ——How could a person like Di Qingyan make a second mistake, "Why?" Zanghua asked. This sentence is what Dai Tian and Zhong Huofei wanted to ask. "Because he wanted to gamble again." Yang Zheng smiled. "Gambling? Betting on what?" "Does he want to bet this time on whether you can kill him empty-handed?" "No." Yang Zheng said, "This time he bet on the sword in my hand." "The sword in your hand?" Zang Hua asked, "Where is the sword in your hand?" "Yes." Yang Zheng smiled again. "I have a 'third sword' in my hand." "The third sword?" Dai Tian asked, "Is it the legendary 'Rage Sword'?" "Yes." Yang Zheng nodded. Zang Hua looked at Yang Zheng's hands. His hands are empty. "You don't have a sword in your hand." Zang Hua said. "There was no sword in the first place." "No sword?" Zang Hua's eyes suddenly lit up, as bright as a star in the northern sky. She smiled, she understood. "Did he bet that you had a sword in your hand?" Zanghua asked. "correct." "Of course he lost." "No." Yang Zheng looked at her. "He won." "He won?" Zang Hua was stunned. "He won." Yang Zheng said again. "You obviously don't have a sword in your hand, how can he win?" "Who said I don't have a sword in my hand?" Yang Zheng laughed again, "The sword has always been in my hand." Obviously there is no sword in hand, why do you say there is a sword? This time Zanghua laughed very quickly, because she already understood. "Yes, you already had a sword in your hand, so he won." Zang Hua said with a smile: "So he lost." "He lost." He lost. These are just three simple words. It is only a matter of a split second to decide the outcome. What a tense and exciting moment this moment is. But how far-reaching is this moment's impact on Jianghu? How shocking and magnificent is "that sword" in his hand? How brilliant is the brilliance brought by "that sword"?How brilliant? Zanghua only regrets that she didn't see "the style of that sword" with her own eyes, and didn't see what happened in that instant. Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, just thinking about it made her breathing stop. Shooting stars are also beautiful and magnificent. The light of shooting stars as they cut through the darkness is always exciting, moving and bewildering. But even the brilliance of meteors cannot compare with "the style of that sword". The meteor's light is short. The light left by "that sword" is enough to illuminate eternity.