Chapter 37 Chapter 2 The Romance of That Sword

The door is open. No one can keep the whole world locked out forever. If you want to be separated from the people of the world, you must first be rejected by the people of the world. Dai Tian walked into this stone door. At first glance, he saw a very thin knife, a murderous knife. "gentle". The knife was still in Di Qinglin's hand, and the blade was facing the door obliquely. There was still a faint blue light shining on the blade. A knife is a knife. Whether it is in the hands of the living or the dead, it is a knife. Death is death. The death of a hero is also death, and the death of the poor is of course also death.

Life is equal, especially in the face of "death", everyone is equal. But some people just don't understand it, and they just don't understand this truth until the final ending. Di Qinglin's face was also full of fear, doubt, and disbelief. What does he not believe in? Do you not believe that Yang Zheng really has a sword in his hand? I don't believe that sword can really kill him, When Quanxiong of this generation died, he was no different from other people he despised. He would also be panicked and frightened. The fatal wound was on Di Qinglin's throat, a sword wound.

Narrow but deep, just like the scars left by "Central Plains A Little Red" when he killed someone. Dai Tian really couldn't believe it, and couldn't even figure out how that sword killed people? Between heaven and earth, does the "third sword" really exist? Di Qinglin's left hand was clenched tightly, as if he wanted to grab something, did he still admit defeat? It's a pity that now he can't hold on to anything anymore. Dai Tian suddenly felt very tired, and suddenly felt sympathy for this "loser". Why did this happen? He didn't even know what it was for?

Perhaps it was not Di Qinglin who he sympathized with, but himself. Because he is a human being, Di Qinglin is also a human being. All people have the same sorrow and pain. Although Dai Tian has not lost in his life journey, what did he catch?What did you get? The rain is still falling, and people are still under the ancient pine. The four of them were all drenched in the rain. Although there was a stone house in front of them that could shelter from the rain, they would rather stand outside in the rain. It's not that Yuanwei has a dead person in the house, but that he wants to use the rain to wash away the dust on their bodies.

——The dust on the body can be washed off, but what about the dust in the heart? Why do people only pay attention to appearance?Why do people ignore that only inner cleanliness is truly pure and clean? "After a person wins, he always feels very tired and lonely." Zang Hua suddenly said with a smile. "Why?" Yang Zheng asked. "Because you have completely won and succeeded, and there is nothing left for you to fight for." Zanghua said. "In that case, isn't the taste of success also unpleasant?" "Although it's not very good, at least it's much better than failure." Zhong Hue said.

Yang Zheng was silent suddenly. Although his people were here, his heart seemed to have reached an unknown distance. ——A place with plum groves and small bridges, streams, and log cabins. Victory and success are not really satisfying, nor are they really happy. The real happiness is when you are about to struggle upwards. As long as you have experienced this kind of happiness, you are no longer alive. Yang Zheng was still silent, his eyes seemed to have reached that unknown distance. ——There seemed to be a few delicate figures there. Dai Tian was looking at Yang Zheng, suddenly there was a trace of sadness on his face.

Yang Zheng was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "I'm leaving." Walk?Where are you going? "You want to go?" Zang Hua asked, "Why do you want to go?" "Because he has to go." Dai Tian suddenly opened his mouth and answered the question for Yang Zheng. "Although Di Qinglin is dead, the Azure Dragon Society is still not broken." Dai Tian said: "At least in this incident, the protagonist sent by the Azure Dragon Society has not... not been defeated." He originally wanted to say "death", but after glancing at Yang Zheng, he suddenly changed it to "defeated".

Could it be that the protagonist of the Azure Dragon Society has some kind of relationship with Yang Zheng? Who is "he" or who is "she"? Dai Yao seemed to know who this person was, so the sadness in his eyes deepened, and a trace of helplessness also increased. "People have to leave after all, and things have to be resolved after all." Yang Zheng smiled wryly. "Reality has to be faced after all." "Yes." Dai Tian looked at Yang Zheng. "Only cowards escape reality." Yang Zheng looked up at the sky in the rain. The sky is gray, the earth is gray, and people are also gray.

After a long time, Yang Zheng let out a long breath slowly, and then turned his eyes away from the gray sky and turned to Dai Tian. Dai Yao was also looking at Yang Zheng, and the two just stared at each other. Eyes meet, like words. After a long, long time, Dai Tiancai sighed, his eyes slowly lowered, and before they were about to close, a bright light flashed like tears, "I will." After hearing Dai Tian's words, Yang Zheng heaved a sigh of relief, and there was a look of comfort in his eyes. Then his people walked into the grayness, into the rain, into the unknown future.

Before leaving, he didn't say anything to Zanghua, and he didn't even look at it. And so he went. Zang Hua wanted to call, but was stopped by Dai Tian. "He must go." Dai Tian said, "If he doesn't go, he will live in pain for the rest of his life." Zanghua looked at the distant figure, and suddenly sighed. "Even if he walks, why isn't he walking in pain?" At this moment, Zang Hua seemed to know who Yang Zheng was going to see. Only this person will make him go so painfully, and only this person will make him have to go. Who is this guy?

Is it him, is it her? If it is him, who is he? If it is her, who is she? The rain is about to stop and the people are gone. The earth will be bright again. Will the "she" that Yang Zheng is going to meet be waiting there? Is he going to live or die? Nobody knows. But that doesn't matter anymore. For he has come, lived, and loved. For any man, if he has in his life-- Came, lived, loved. Then he should be satisfied. Written after drinking late at night on April and November in 1985 --(End of the book)--