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Yang Jing's home is in the central area of ​​Lingshi County, less than [-] meters away from where Di Cheng lives. It is also a two-story western-style building with a large yard in front surrounded by evergreen trees. Under the care of Tianmen Brothers, the inside is clean and not deserted

Di Cheng came outside the courtyard and rang the doorbell a few times

The light was on inside, but there was no movement, and I pressed it a few times, but there was still no movement

Di Cheng was amused and helpless, took off and jumped over the wooden railing easily. Dahan subconsciously wanted to break in directly, but under Di Cheng's gaze, he smiled sarcastically and crawled over cautiously

"Old 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're inside, what's the matter, you still want to hide from me for the rest of your life?"

There was still no movement inside. It was not until four or five minutes later that there was a slight sound of footsteps. They walked slowly and stopped, as if reluctantly. After a while, the door was pushed open. The expression is unnatural: "I... I just... squinted for a while"

"Don't invite me in?"

Yang Jing opened the door and stood beside

Di Cheng went straight into the room and came to the living room. There were a few simple cold dishes and dried pickles piled on the carved wooden table, and some empty wine bottles were scattered on the floor. He obviously drank a lot just now, and the air was filled with With a strong smell of alcohol, "Is this all for dinner? Should there be a nanny at home?"

"Not hungry, eat whatever you want." Yang Jing lowered his eyes, his voice was dull, his expression was stiff and unnatural

Di Cheng shook his head and smiled, sat on the sofa and opened a bottle of beer, raised it up to invite Yang Jing: "Come, let's have a drink with you."

"I'm a little drunk, I can't drink any more, and I have to go to the dungeon to report tomorrow." Yang Jing turned his head away from looking into Di Cheng's eyes

Di Cheng looked at the beer bottle, was silent for a moment, and said, "Dahan, go get some vegetables."

"What dish?"

"You can eat whatever you want, don't worry"

"Oh" Dahan didn't understand the deep meaning of Di Cheng's words, but he left obediently, thinking seriously about what he likes to eat in his stuffy 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, the atmosphere in the room gradually became awkward, after all, it had never happened before. After more than ten minutes of silence, Yang Jing's His eyes fluttered slightly, and he said indifferently: "I don't understand."

"Don't understand? What don't you understand? Don't understand Gu Ziwu, Guan Ying, or yourself"

"I don't understand." Yang Jing's voice was slightly raised, with a hint of indifference.

Di Cheng picked up the beer and poured himself a glass, shook his head a few times and poured it down. The astringent taste spread in his mouth. He looked at the roof without focusing, and said softly: "Since we met in the grassland, until now How much time has it been?"

Yang Jing didn't respond, and still turned his head and lowered his eyes sullenly.

"It's been 12 years. I remember that year... I was only 16 years old, and you were just over 12 years old. On the icy and snowy Gobi Desert, you were wearing tattered prison uniforms and icy chains, curled up in snowdrifts. Yin Fei has to be sure, I really thought it was a corpse, [-] years have passed, time flies so fast." Di Cheng quietly looked at the ceiling, as if immersed in distant memories, with a hint of reminiscence in his expression and nostalgia

Yang Jing's expression was slightly dazed, but the picture in his mind quickly returned to this afternoon, his face sank again, and he remained indifferent

After a while, Di Changchang let out a sigh of relief, took out a crumpled note 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 took a casual look, but it was just a casual look, but his eyes couldn't move away, he stared straight at the content on the note, his expression changed from indifference to dull, Also known as stunned "this..."

"Take it, pack it up, don't throw it away"

Yang Jing hesitated for a while, then took it slowly, looked at the note, then looked at Di Cheng, after a while, his heart shook violently, his mouth trembled, and he wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in it. throat, can't speak

Di Cheng poured another glass of wine, took a half sip, and said, "The old living Buddha took Emperor Xi Yu away, and the ten great Buddhas all agreed to help. With the situation of Tantra and their abilities, it is not extravagant to ask Xi Yu to complete the plan of 'building an emperor'." You should be aware of Yuhuang's temperament, ability, and talent. You may experience a lot of setbacks and tribulations this time, but I believe that when Xi Yuhuang returns to Tianmen again, it will be very difficult. Same

At that time, the number one door god of Tianmen, Xi Yuhuang, deservedly

Ask yourself, are you convinced?If you are not convinced, you will definitely not be convinced. Whoever you are, it will not feel good to be thrown away by your competitors. Thinking about it carefully, my brother is being overtaken by others, and I feel a little uncomfortable

After much deliberation, there is only one way, let your strength also come here to make a big leap, don’t try to catch up with the Yuhuang, at least you won’t be left behind by him too far Looking at our Huaxia, the only one who can really help you is Tantra.”

Yang Jing looked at Di Cheng fixedly, there seemed to be something stuck in his throat, something seemed to be blocked in his chest, his blood-colored eyes were shaking slightly, traces of mist floated inside, and the hand holding the note was uncontrollable. trembling 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 is no chance like Hulun Buir did back then. Shan, go to the Yaowang Mansion's adoptive father who has promised to help, and the master of the Yaowang Mansion is also willing to help. The lightness skills and medicines there, as well as the dangerous environment, should be helpful for your growth

In addition, the Lord 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, and they will also become your teachers for this experience and provide you with the help you need

Although the five major esoteric sects are dominated by esoteric sects, the strength of the other four esoteric sects should not be underestimated. The only regret is that Duanxianggu has not responded so far, so it should be regarded as an indirect rejection."

"The master of the Hall of Praying for Heaven, the second and fifth elders of the Tang Sect, and the two chiefs of the Ming and Dark Yaowang Mansions" Yang Jing trembled slightly in his heart, the haze in his eyes gradually became thicker, and the hot feeling spread throughout his body

It turned out that the angry reprimand in the afternoon was just to create a quiet environment for myself; it turned out that Brother Cheng had been working hard quietly for the past two months; it turned out that Brother Cheng had been caring about himself, helping himself, and remembering Own

The three major esoteric sects, working together, this lineup... can be described as unprecedented. It also shows that Brother Cheng must have paid a certain price for this agreement, otherwise the Lord of Prayer for Heaven would never have personally dispatched

But myself...

Body trembling, knees bent, Yang Jing knelt on the ground with a bang, his head drooping deeply, tears of self-blame and shame could no longer be controlled, pouring out of his eyes, dripping on the floor amid choking and sobbing, tremblingly: "Brother... sorry……"

A smile appeared on Di Cheng's face: "Emperor Xi Yu is very strong, but my brother is not bad, remember to work hard, don't embarrass our brothers and the Babu people."

Yang Jing pursed his lips tightly and nodded his head vigorously. Because his head was too close to the ground, nodding became a kowtow. His forehead collided with the floor forcefully, and the dull voice echoed in the huge living room

With runny nose and choked sobs, Yang Jing's "kowtow" became more and more powerful, almost becoming a self-harming collision

Di Cheng's gentle voice and deep concern pierced his heart like a silver needle

Regret, for the indifference just now; self-blame, for the previous misunderstanding; shame, for his own narrowness Yang Jing only wanted to use pain to ease the "regret" and "ashamed" in his heart, he dared not look up, did not dare to look at Di Cheng eyes, he was afraid that he would not be able to control the trembling emotions when he raised his head

"Get up, if Yinyin sees you like this, she must think that I'm bullying you again, but she ran to the hospital angrily just now, but complained to me for a while." Di Cheng opened a bottle of beer again, and put it in front of Yang Jing, He smiled and said, "Would you like to drink with me now?"

Yang Jing took deep breaths, tried his best to control his emotions, after a long while, he got up abruptly, grabbed the bottle and poured it up. Because it was too fast and too fast, the foam and beer stimulated his throat, and he choked hard. Coughing, spouting beer

Irritated and irrigated, Yang Jing slowly stopped, because the tears could not be controlled at all.

After a moment's pause, Yang Jing knelt on the ground again, hugged Di Cheng tightly, and began to cry like a child.

With a majestic body and scarlet eyes, this face full of snot and tears is a bit funny, but Yang Jing really can't control his emotions. He thought that the brotherhood had faded, that Di Cheng had changed, and that the relationship between each other had changed. But it wasn't until this moment that he really understood... Nothing has changed, nothing has changed, only himself, only himself

In the suppressed choking, slight trembling, and dripping tears, a voice deep in Yang Jing's heart kept shouting: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"