Dalin Village is a very small village, with a total of more than 30 households and less than 200 people. The reason for its name is because there is a huge forest behind the village.
The trees in the forest are dense and prosperous, and the environment is dark and humid. The sun cannot be seen during the day and the stars cannot be seen at night. Even the people in the village dare not go too deep into the forest because it will be difficult to get out if they get lost.
But Yang Zheng was not afraid of getting lost. He liked running around in the woods since he was a child. When he was eight or nine years old, he would come to the woods to stay for an hour or two every day. Sometimes he would even sneak out at night. No one would
Knowing what he was doing in the woods, he wouldn't let anyone go with him, not even Lu Suwen.
This is the first time he has brought her here.
He took her turning left and right in the dense forest for more than half an hour. When he came to a spring hidden in the deepest part of the dense forest, he saw a dilapidated and simple cabin.
There was a big rusty lock on the small door of the wooden house. There was only a bed, a table and a chair, a rough bowl, an earthen lamp and a red clay stove. Everything was covered with dust.
There were dense cobwebs and thick green moss in front of the door. It was obvious that no one had 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 but ask Yang Zheng: "This is where your father last lived?"
Yang Zheng was silent for a long time, with that respectful and painful expression on his face again. After a long time, he said word by word: "Yes, he would stand at this window every day in the year before he died.
, wait for me to come and see him."
It was dark, and the oil in the lamp had burned out. Lu Suwen silently wiped away the dust in the room in the darkness.
Yang Zheng opened a wooden board on the ground and pulled out a rusty iron box from the hole under the wooden board.
There was actually a fire seal in the iron box.
He opened the fire fold, and Lu Suwen saw a weapon she had never seen before.
As soon as the fire broke out, there was a strange-shaped weapon in the iron box, and a cold light flashed directly towards Lu Suwen's eyebrows.
She couldn't help but shuddered: "What is this?"
"This is a weapon, the weapon my father used during his lifetime."
Yang Zheng looked sad: "This is the only relic left by my father to me, but his old man warned me again and again that not only must I not use it until it is a matter of life and death, but I cannot even say it out loud."
"I have met many people in the world, and I have seen all kinds of weapons." Lu Suwen said, "But I have never seen anything like this."
"Of course you haven't seen it before. It is an unprecedented and unique weapon."
Yang Zheng said: "My father gave it a special name, called the separation hook. Because no matter what it hooks, it will cause separation. If it hooks your hand, your hand will be separated from your wrist;
If it hooks your foot, your foot will be separated from your leg; if it hooks your throat, you will be separated from this world?"
Lu Suwen was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "This is a very cruel weapon."
Yang Zheng stared at Lu Suwen: his voice was full of an almost painful tenderness: "I don't want to say goodbye, I don't want to say goodbye to you. I want to use this parting hook just to be with you for life after life.
We will always be together and never be apart again."
Lu Suwen understood what he meant and his feelings for her, and she understood them very well.
But she couldn't help but shed tears.
Fortunately, the fire had been extinguished by this time, and Yang Zheng could no longer see her face or her tears.
There will never be killing or hatred. The two people will always be together peacefully and quietly. Even in the dark, it is sweet.
Lu Suwen's heart was aching and her lips were bleeding. She even tried every possible means to keep Yang Zheng and live with her in this hellish place for the rest of her life. But she was calm because she knew what he was going to do.
He had to do it. If he didn't do it, the two of them would face the possibility of eternal separation every day, and their children would face the danger of being treated as potted plants.
She knew more about Yang Zheng's inner struggle during this period. For a man, there is absolutely nothing more painful than betraying his own ideals. This kind of pain can make a thirty-year-old young man age overnight, and can make a fresh heart grow old.
The lively beating heart becomes a lifeless stone.
So she would rather endure the suffering herself than stop her man from doing what he thinks he should do.
How brave does a woman have to be to do this?
It was already dawn and Yang Zheng had left quietly.
She knew he was leaving, but she pretended to be sleeping deeply and he didn't disturb her.
Because they can no longer bear the pain of saying goodbye.
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The stone steps outside the Zhumen of the Hou Mansion are long and wide, as bright as a mirror. From the gate, you can't see what is going on in the Hou Mansion. Inside the door, there is a huge stone screen made of colored porcelain and carved with nine unicorns, which completely blocks the view.
Out of sight, there was silence behind the wall, not even a sound could be heard.
There was a sound of footsteps from behind the screen, and a fat steward came out. His eyes were almost open above his head. He raised his face and said to Yang Zheng: "Master Hou agreed to see you and asked you to come in."
This man must be a servant with a high status in the palace. If he did not have enough status, he would not be so arrogant. And if he was not a servant, he would not need to be so arrogant.
Behind the high wall is a very large yard with no flowers or trees or goldfish.
There is only a huge ancient iron tripod in the courtyard, but it highlights the solemnity and vastness of the courtyard.
The door of the hall in front is closed, and you can't see what's going on inside. You can only see the carved courtyard pillars in front of the corridor that two people can't hug and the dripping cornices towering under the white clouds.
Only in a place like this can a person truly understand the power of wealth and power. This place is really too big, big enough to bury all the evidence, big enough to hide all the things that are detrimental to the owner here.
pressed into the ground.
Yang Zheng walked three hundred steps before reaching the door of the hall, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.
The door of the hall is at least two people high, and seven or eight people can walk side by side. However, after the sunlight shines through the door, it gradually fades and disappears, and can only illuminate less than one-fifth of the area outside the hall.
This hall is larger and deeper than the courtyard outside. It is so big that it requires hundreds of candles as thick as arms to be lit in two rows in broad daylight to see clearly.
Walking down the hall, there is a person sitting deep in the hall.
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PS:
The old man who sharpened the knife originally wrote it, but later he deleted it because he was not satisfied with it. The origin of this guy is very strange. It is rumored that it is related to Xiao Xue Lei in "Heroes Without Tears". After looking at it, I can't find much connection. If there is "One"
"The Style in the Sword", it would be more appropriate to put it there.
I lost a total of 110 kilograms while fishing today, and one of my poles broke. I had an idea and cut down a piece of bamboo to continue, hahaha~~
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