Yang Jing's home is in the central area of Lingshi County, less than a hundred meters away from where Di Cheng lives. It is also a two-story foreign-style building with a large yard in front and a wall of evergreen trees. Although Yang Jing basically does not live at home, he is
Under the care of the nanny and Tianmen brothers, the inside is clean and not deserted.
Di Cheng came outside the courtyard and rang the doorbell several times.
The light was on inside, but there was no movement. I pressed it a few more times, but there was still no movement.
Di Cheng was funny but helpless. He jumped up and climbed over the wooden pillars easily. Dahan subconsciously wanted to break through the door directly, but under Di Cheng's gaze, he smiled and climbed over cautiously.
"Lao Yang?" Di Cheng came to the door and knocked on the door.
The room was quiet, and after waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.
Di Cheng knocked a few more times: "I know you are inside, what's the matter, you still want to hide from me for the rest of your life?"
There was still no movement inside, until after four or five minutes, slight footsteps could be heard, slowly and leisurely, walking and stopping, as if reluctantly. After a while, the door was pushed open, and Yang Jing's face was full of wine, and his eyes were lowered.
, with an unnatural expression: "I...I just...squinted for a while."
"You won't invite me in?"
Yang Jing opened the door and stood beside it.
Di Cheng walked directly into the room and came to the living room. There were a few simple cold dishes and plates of dried pickles piled on the carved wooden table. There were some empty wine bottles scattered on the floor. It was obvious that he had drank a lot just now.
There was a strong smell of alcohol. "Is this what you want for dinner? You should have a nanny at home, right?"
"You're not hungry, just eat something." Yang Jing lowered his eyes, his voice was dull, and his expression was stiff and unnatural.
Di Cheng shook his head and smiled, sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of beer, and held it up to invite Yang Jing: "Come, let's have a drink with you."
"I'm a little drunk. I can't drink anymore. I have to report to the dungeon tomorrow." Yang Jing turned his head away and did not look into Di Cheng's eyes.
Di Cheng looked at the beer bottle, was silent for a moment, and said, "Dahan, go get some food."
"What dish?"
"You can make whatever you want to eat, no need to rush."
"Oh." Dahan didn't understand the deeper meaning of Di Cheng's words, but he left obediently, thinking seriously about what he liked to eat in his dull head.
"Are you really angry with me?" After Dahan left, Di Cheng slowly leaned on the sofa.
Yang Jing turned his head away, with no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard Di Cheng's words. A hint of embarrassment slowly emerged in the atmosphere of the room. After all, it had never been like this before. After more than ten minutes of silence, Yang Jing's
His eyes swayed slightly, but he still said coldly: "I don't understand!"
"Don't understand? What don't you understand? You don't understand Gu Ziwu, Guan Ying, or you don't understand yourself."
"I don't even understand!" Yang Jing's voice sounded slightly louder, as if he was angry, and his tone was even more indifferent.
Di Cheng picked up the beer and poured himself a glass. After shaking it for a few times, he tilted his head and drank it. The astringent taste spread in his mouth. He looked at the roof without focus and said softly: "From the time we met on the grassland to now.
How much time has it been?"
Yang Jing didn't respond, but still nodded his head in a depressed manner and lowered his eyes.
"It's been twelve years. I remember that year... I was only sixteen years old, and you were just over twenty. On the ice and snow in the Gobi Desert, you were wearing tattered prison uniforms and cold chains, huddled in the snowdrifts,
If Yin Yin hadn't insisted on confirming it, I would have thought it was a corpse. Twelve years have passed in a flash, time flies so fast." Di Cheng looked at the ceiling quietly, as if immersed in distant memories, his expression
There is a hint of reminiscence and nostalgia in it.
Yang Jing looked slightly dazed, but the picture in his mind quickly returned to this afternoon, and his face darkened again, becoming indifferent and silent.
After a while, Di Changchang let out a long sigh, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, and held it up to Yang Jing: "Are you interested in taking a look?"
Yang Jing still didn't forgive Di Cheng, he just looked at it casually, but it was just a casual look, but he couldn't move his eyes away anymore, staring straight at the content on the note, his expression changed from indifferent to dull.
Also called astonishment. "This..."
"Take it, pack it up, don't lose it."
Yang Jing hesitated for a while, then slowly took it, looked at the note, and then looked at Di Cheng. After a moment, his heart was shocked and his mouth trembled. He wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck.
My throat was clogged and I couldn't say anything.
Di Cheng poured another glass of wine, took a sip, and said: "The old living Buddha took Emperor Xi Yu away, and the ten great Buddhas agreed to help. Considering the situation of Tantric Buddhism and their abilities, it is not an extravagance to complete the 'Emperor Building' plan.
You should know what Emperor Xi Yu’s temperament is, what his abilities are, and what his talents are. This time when he goes to Tantric Buddhism in the West, he may experience a lot of setbacks and tribulations, but I believe that when Emperor Xi Yu returns to Tianmen again, he will definitely
Big difference.
By that time, he, Xi Yuhuang, will be the number one door god in Tianmen!
Ask yourself, are you convinced? Not convinced! Definitely not convinced. No one would feel comfortable being left far behind by a competitor. Thinking about it carefully, I feel a little uncomfortable when my brother is surpassed by others.
After much deliberation, there is only one way to make a huge leap in your strength. If you don’t try to catch up with Emperor Xi Yu, at least you won’t be left too far behind. Looking at China, the only thing that can really help you is Tantra.
!”
Yang Jing looked at Di Cheng intently, as if something was stuck in his throat and something was blocked in his chest. His blood-colored eyes were shaking slightly, and a trace of mist was floating inside. The hand holding the note was uncontrollable.
Shivering slightly.
"It has been more than six years since Tianmen was established. The affairs of the Eight Tribes have involved a lot of your energy. There will never be another opportunity like the one in Hulunbuir. This time, taking advantage of the 'confinement', you disappeared from everyone's sight and went to
In Hengduan Mountain, go to Yaowang Mansion. Your adoptive father has promised to help, and the master of Yaowang Mansion is also willing to help. The Qinggong, medicine, and dangerous environment there should be helpful to your growth.
In addition, the master of the Hall of Prayer, the second elder and the fifth elder of the Tang Sect have all left for Hengduan Mountain half a month ago. They will also become your teachers for this experience and provide you with the help you need.
Although the five major esoteric sects are headed by Tantric Buddhism, the strength of the other four esoteric sects cannot be underestimated. The master of the Praying Heaven Hall, the second and fifth elders of the Tang Sect, and the two chiefs of the Yaowang Mansion, light and dark, this lineup... is not as good as the top ten esoteric sects.
Weak. The only regret is that Duanxiang Valley has not responded yet, so it should be regarded as an indirect rejection."
"Master of the Hall of Prayer for Heaven, the second and fifth elder of the Tang Sect, and the two chiefs of the light and dark clans of the Yaowang Palace." Yang Jing's heart trembled slightly, the haziness in his eyes gradually became thicker, and a hot feeling spread throughout his body.
It turns out that the angry rebuke in the afternoon was just to create a quiet environment for myself; it turns out that Brother Cheng has been quietly working hard for the past two months; it turns out that Brother Cheng has been caring about himself, helping himself, and thinking about himself.
Own.
The three major esoteric sects, working together, this kind of lineup... is unprecedented! It can also be said that Brother Cheng must have paid a certain price for this agreement, otherwise the master of the Temple of Prayer to Heaven will never go out in person!
But myself...
His body trembled, his knees bent, and Yang Jing knelt on the ground. His head hung deeply, and the tears of self-blame and shame could no longer be controlled. They burst out of his eyes and dripped to the floor. Choking and sobbing, he tremblingly said: "Brother...
…sorry……"
A smile appeared on Di Cheng's face: "Xi Yuhuang is very strong, but my brothers are not bad either. Remember to work hard and don't embarrass our brothers and the Eight Tribes."
Yang Jing pursed his lips tightly and nodded vigorously. Because his head was so close to the ground, the nodding turned into kowtow. His forehead and the floor collided hard, and the dull sound echoed in the huge living room.
With runny nose, choked up and sobbing, Yang Jing's "kowtow" became more and more powerful, almost becoming a self-inflicted collision.
Di Cheng's gentle voice and deep concern pierced his heart like a silver needle.
Regret was due to the indifference just now; self-blame was due to the previous misunderstanding; shame was due to his own narrow-mindedness. Yang Jing just wanted to use pain to relieve the "regret" and "ashaming" in his heart. He did not dare to raise his head or look at Di
His eyes were filled with tears, and he was afraid that he would not be able to control his trembling emotions when he raised his head.
"Get up, if Yinyin sees you like this, she will definitely think that I bullied you again. She ran to the hospital angrily just now, but she complained to me for a while." Di Cheng opened another bottle of beer and put it on Yang
In front of Jing, he smiled and said, "Would you like to have a drink with me now?"
Yang Jing took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions. After a long while, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it. Because it was too strong and too fast, the foam and the beer irritated his throat, making him choke.
He coughed and sputtered beer.
As he drank, Yang Jing slowly stopped because he couldn't control his tears at all.
After a moment's pause, Yang Jing knelt on the ground again, hugged Di Cheng hard, and began to cry like a child.
The majestic body, scarlet eyes, and the face full of snot and tears were a bit funny, but Yang Jing really couldn't control his emotions. He thought that the brotherly relationship had faded, that Di Cheng had changed, that their relationship had changed.
But it wasn't until this moment that he truly understood... Nothing has changed! Nothing has changed! Only himself has changed, just himself!!
In the suppressed choking, slight trembling, and dripping tears, there was a voice deep in Yang Jing's heart that kept shouting: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
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