Vendetta

Huaishan faction Han Yuanguang took his disciples to Huoshan faction to visit his good friend Liang Ruzhu. This group of people is not like the martial arts sect, but rather like corrupt officials who brought their wives and concubines to the spring outing. Take a carriage.

The distance between Huaishan faction and Huoshan faction is not short, whether Han Yuanguang came to exchange martial arts and swordsmanship, probably only he himself knows.

Fu Ling was wearing a shabby linen dress, covered her face with soot, and stood beside the carriage with her shoulders hunched.

He could barely be distinguished from a beggar by his fairly neat clothes.

Han Yuanguang's first disciple kicked Poria, the second disciple held his nose in distaste, and the third disciple, who was young, went out with him for the first time, and choked, "This is the coachman? Where did you find the beggar to fool us? Tired of life?"

The "carriage driver" Zhang Facai quickly knelt down. After following Fu Ling for these years, their acting skills improved faster than their martial arts, and they immediately kowtowed on the ground: "You don't dare to lie! Don't look at his young age, he is very good at driving cars." Yes, more stable than his father!"

Fu Ling was kicked by the first disciple, and immediately fell to the ground cooperatively, and quickly got up again, her cowardly and incompetent appearance was more real than real.

Zhang Facai said again: "Heroes, the mountain roads here are really barren. It won't be long before you can enter the city. There are many coachmen in the city, but in this barren mountain and wild ridge, I really can't find a second one!"

"Okay, let's make do with it first, and let him go when we enter the city!" The eldest disciple turned around and left after speaking, as if looking at Fu Ling would dirty his eyes.

The second disciple spat, and the third disciple shouted, "Tell him to drive the luggage cart, and don't come in our carriage!"

It doesn't matter, there are three carriages and three drivers, anyway, it's him, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian, and they can drive them however they want.

When they all got into the carriage, Zhang Facai asked, "Boss, we killed Han Yuanguang, and then..."

"Don't stay any longer," said Fu Ling's voice calmly without any trace of timidity before, "kill him and his three apprentices."

They followed all the way, this Han Yuanguang was like a local emperor traveling, but the emperor also knew how to appease the people and understand the people's feelings. Wherever this group of people went, they were embarrassed. When they went to the city, the local rich and powerful rushed to curry favor , When I went to a village in the mountains, the local villagers would gather all the strength of the village to serve them. If it wasn't for Fu Ling who secretly blocked them, they would even belittle the girls in the village. Where can anyone dare to provoke?

This group of people did not burn, kill, or loot, because they didn't need to do anything. The people below were afraid of offending them, so they consciously offered it with both hands.

This is also a well-known and upright school in the martial arts, where is there any reason in the world?The villages I passed by were all so poor, the children were starving and skinny, the old man passed out on the road, and the skinny old cattle in the village were slaughtered to entertain them.

Han Yuanguang's three apprentices will definitely be even better in the future.

Fu Ling sneered: "Chang Jiang looks at the crab coldly, to see how long you run amok."

Zhang Facai: "The Huaishan faction..."

"The Huaishan faction is far away from here, so they couldn't take care of it for a while, so they pretended to be bandits and gave the bandits a living. Let him say this--saying that Han Yuan Guangxiao missed his wife, and the leader of the bandits led his men to follow him." They died together, and let this bandit shut his mouth forever. The head of the Huaishan faction has always turned a blind eye to the bastard things he, his junior, made such a nasty mess, presumably he would not What did you say?" Fu Ling straightened the collar of her torn cotton coat, and said, "Quickly ask Ding Huai to lead someone to take the bandit den on top of the mountain and drag the corpse over here."

On such a poor mountain, bandits can still marry three wives, and the King of Hades in Yishan doesn't even have a house!

An impatient urging came from the carriage: "Hurry up! Why don't you leave?"

Fu Ling trembled and said, "Little, little one is relieved..."

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to pee for the rest of your life!"

"Yes!" Fu Ling agreed, and said to Zhang Facai in a low voice, "I will enter the canyon in a while, listen to my password and start."

"it is good."

A group of people entered the canyon in a mighty way, and Fu Ling drove the luggage carriage, and walked at the end, suddenly he stopped the horse, and shouted to the carriage in front: "Young heroes, I want to pee!"

In the carriage in front were three disciples of Han Yuanguang. The eldest disciple heard the sound and was about to curse when the carriage under him stopped suddenly and a long whip swept in. Fu Ling jumped onto the first carriage and motioned for Wang Youqian to go. To help Zhang get rich, only a whistle sounded, and countless men in black rushed out from the rocks and surrounded the carriage.

"Who?" Han Yuanguang heard something wrong, rushed out of the carriage, and bumped into Fuling's knife head-on. He quickly drew his sword to resist, but his legs felt a little weak, and the sword was not strong enough. Fuling saw that his clothes were messy and his face was flushed. , I immediately understood what was going on, and felt even more disgusted.

"Old pervert, you really can't change your nature!"

Han Yuanguang was not Fu Ling's opponent in the first place, and now he is losing ground, he asked anxiously, "Who are you?"

Fu Ling's eyes were full of hatred: "Do you still remember the Mustard Village ten years ago?"

There was a bit of panic in Han Yuanguang's eyes: "You..."

Fu Ling slashed his saber away with a single blow, and then flew forward with the saber: "I'll take your dog's life!"

Blood poured out, and Han Yuanguang fell down.

Holding the knife, Fu Ling gradually dissipated the murderous look in her eyes, and murmured, "The first one..."

Fuling put away the knife, then solemnly knelt down towards the west, and kowtowed three times. Thousands of miles away to the west, there was a mustard village. There was a farmhouse in the village. His parents and sister were buried behind the yard of the farmhouse. For so many years, he never dared to go back and look at it.

The bloody look in the room, the cold body temperature of his father, mother and sister, lingered in his heart all the time.

At first, he would have nightmares every night, and then the nightmares gradually became less and less, but he never dared to forget for a moment.

This is his belief along the way.

Holding the longevity lock on her chest, Fu Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, and Zhang Facai approached cautiously, "Boss, it's all settled."

Fuling nodded, stood up, opened the curtain of the carriage, there was indeed a woman inside, crying under the quilt, Fuling didn't touch her, and said in a low voice, "If you want to survive, I will bite you to death and say you are the bandit leader." Mrs. Yazhai, Han Yuanguang snatched you, you don't know anything else, understand?"

The woman sobbed and said: "Ming, understand..."

"It's good if you understand, otherwise you won't be able to escape if you leave here." After Fu Ling finished speaking, she lowered the curtain.

Han Yuanguang's three apprentices had all fallen to the ground, and Ding Huai was dragging the bandit's body over with his men.

Zhang Facai said: "His apprentice just fired a distress bomb. The Huoshan faction is not far from here and should arrive soon."

Fu Ling: "Well, what about living?"

Ding Huai threw a comatose person on the ground: "Here, the poison has been administered. Make sure that he shuts up after he has said what he should say, and there will be no nonsense."

Fuling nodded, took the wet cloth from Wang Youqian, washed his face quickly, took off the clothes of Han Yuanguang's third apprentice and put them on. Face smeared.

After Fu Ling changed her clothes, she said, "Hurry up and wash the marks on the clothes for me twice."

Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian glanced at each other, but neither made a move.

Fu Ling urged: "Hurry up!"

Zhang Facai had no choice but to swing his coiled whip tremblingly, a bloodstain swept across Fuling's white-clothed shoulder.

Fu Ling frowned and said, "Can you please hurry up? It's not Ling Chi, and it doesn't cost you money, what are you talking about!"

"Boss, I've offended you." Zhang Facai made up his mind and whipped one whip after another, but he didn't use his internal strength, which was far from what fell on the three apprentices. The things on Fuling just looked scary, but they didn't hurt muscles and bones.

But it still hurts a lot. Although Fuling has been in pain since he was a child, he is still very afraid of pain. He just sucked in his breath and didn't cry out. It would be too embarrassing to scream out.

"I'm rich..." Fu Ling panted, "Give me a knife..."

A whistle sounded from the canyon. This crisp and special bamboo whistle sound was specially used by Yishan to convey information.

Ding Huai said: "People from the Huoshan faction are coming soon."

"So fast?" Fu Ling lay on the ground clutching her arms, "It really hurts, hurry up..."

Ding Huai and Zhang Wang led the Wanqiumen away, and a few boulders rolled down from the canyon—this was discussed before, and the canyon location couldn't be more suitable for disguising as bandits to ambush.

Fu Ling was lying on the ground, covered in blood, some of his own, some just sprinkled by Zhang Facai.

However, it did feel like someone was approaching.

Fu Ling was lying on the back of the carriage, peeking over from behind the wheels. The person who came was walking steadily, with a tall and straight figure, and the Kunwu sword in his hand was shining coldly.

Fu Ling was lying on the ground, motionless, but her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

The person who came was Yan Zhu of the Huoshan School.