Vendetta

Yan Zhu saw the distress signal from the Huaishan faction, and rushed over all the way. The rest of the Huoshan faction didn't have such good lightness skills, and they hadn't arrived yet.

It must have just gone through a fierce battle here, he looked around, and there were several people lying on the ground in disorder, not breathing, and there was a sound from behind the carriage.

He stepped forward quickly, and the people behind the carriage were covered in blood. After seeing Yan Zhu, his face was full of horror, and he propped up half of his body and crawled back desperately, as if he was trying to pick up a fallen sword.

Yan Zhu couldn't describe how he felt when he saw the young man, his fair face was also stained with blood, he should be in a state of embarrassment, but he couldn't hide his astonishment, when those eyes looked up at Yan Zhu, the beauty was breathtaking Soul.

With exceptionally clear and beautiful willow-leaf eyes, and a pale but not weak face, Yan Zhu felt familiar.

Not only this face, this pair of eyes, but this feeling of being in adversity without any timidity.

"Don't be afraid," Yan Zhu comforted softly, "I'm Yan Zhu from the Huoshan faction, I'm here to save you, don't be afraid, it's okay..."

Looking at him, the young man seemed to have completely lost his strength, closed his eyes and fell down, falling into Yan Zhu's arms.

Yan Zhu picked him up carefully, trying to avoid his injuries as much as possible, but the young man's back was full of messy welts, and there was no way to avoid it.

The world is dangerous, Yan Zhu has seen more terrifying scars and more cruel killings, this whiplash is actually nothing, but Yan Zhu has never been so frightened like today, as if the scar penetrated through his arms holding the young man. Hands, connected to his own heart.

He picked up the man and rushed to Huoshan.

Fuling leaned in his arms, trying to calm down her heartbeat. In the first snow ten years ago, Yan Zhu had a light and special cold fragrance. Fuling searched for it for a long time, but never encountered a similar smell again. It's like he has seen many people later, and he has never seen anyone similar to him, and no one even resembles him in the slightest.

Yan Zhu standing in the snow is the most unique existence in the vast world.

The son should only see the paintings, and I only know them.

When you write that the water is poor at the end of the day, you must not be a person in the dust. (Note)

He is the warm sun in the sky, the banished fairy in the snow, and the moonlight in Fu Ling's heart.

With a faint fragrance of coldness and a warm chest, the hatred and anger in his heart just now subsided completely. Fu Ling closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. At this moment, he really felt tired.

If Yan Zhu hadn't met Fu Ling today, and hadn't rushed back in such a hurry, he would have found some clues. Fu Ling's plan was not completely seamless. There is only one left. First of all, it is worth scrutinizing. There are even traces of being killed in the cottage. The time is too urgent to make everything perfect.

But if there is no if, he is in a hurry to take Fuling back for treatment, and he has no good impression of Han Yuanguang and the others, let alone how they died.

The second junior brother Sun Mo who arrived later was very rough in his work. He followed Fu Ling's idea very cooperatively and went, and reported the cause and effect to his master master Chang Rusong and his uncle Liang Ruzhu. Character, even thought that this incident happened reasonably, and helped to communicate with the Huaishan faction, and everyone gave a unified speech to

Han Yuanguang hides his ugliness, saying that Han Yuanguang saw that the local people who were killed by the bandits were in dire straits, and died with the bandits for the righteousness of the world. Liang Ruzhu also led people to sweep the nearby bandit dens.

Poria was very pleased with their stupidity.

Huoshan School——

The fairyland of the mountains is leaning on the hills, and the waterfalls are hundreds of feet away. (Note)

The Huoshan School is also built on the mountain, but the scale is not comparable to that of the Dongqingmen. It goes up along the stone layers in the mountain, and the blue tiles are hidden under the green trees. There is a large area of ​​martial arts training platform on the mountainside. Daily training and assembly of disciples in the sect.

Compared with the architectural pattern of the Holly Gate, where rich men go to the countryside, everything in the Huoshan School follows the simplicity and nature, which is quite a bit of Taoist elegance. There are waterfalls and springs behind the mountain, and the sound of the water is clear and melodious, as if in a fairyland on earth.

When Fu Ling woke up, the injuries on his body had been carefully treated. He sat up slowly and heard someone talking outside.

"Senior Brother, didn't Elder Qi say that he is fine? Are you going to see him like this every day?"

"I'm always worried that he hasn't woken up."

"What's there to worry about? When he wakes up, I'll ask him how my uncle died..."

Fu Ling guessed that Yan Zhu and Han Yueqin should be outside, so he walked to the table, took a quick sip of water to moisten his throat, and then threw the teacup on the ground.

The people outside heard the crisp sound of porcelain, Yan Zhu pushed the door and came in, and what he saw was Fu Ling struggling to support the table, with a face full of disbelief, he looked at Yan Zhu and asked, "You mean... I , My master is dead?"

With the windows open so wide, is the person in the room deaf?

Han Yueqin hasn't been back to the Huaishan School for several years, and she hasn't met Cheng Suyu, Han Yuanguang's third apprentice. She has a good talent, and she grew up admired by many stars. The eldest lady has a natural temper, and she never knew what it means to consider other people's feelings, so she asked, "How did my uncle die? Why are Zirui and Hengping dead, and you are the only one alive?"

Maybe she just wanted to know the reason, but others sounded like she was saying "Why don't you just die".

Yan Zhu reprimanded displeasedly: "Junior Sister!"

Fu Ling propped herself up in grief, as if she would fall down at any moment: "Master, senior brother, second senior brother... I don't know..."

Fu Lingxin said that I was very clear, I hacked to death.

I also know what Zirui and Hengping are. My brother killed them.

Yan Zhu supported Fu Ling and let Han Yueqin go out first.

Han Yueqin also seemed to feel that her words were slightly inappropriate, so she didn't insist and went out.

"She didn't have any malicious intentions," Yan Zhu sighed, "The matter of your master and brother...sorry."

Fu Ling lowered her eyes, not wanting to hear what Yan Zhu helped Hao Yueqin to say, he sat down slowly, smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's only natural that she would blame me, I'm useless, master and senior brother are dead, I'm the lowest in martial arts, but I'm still alive ..."

On the surface, these words sounded like they were trying to excuse Han Yueqin, but they turned a corner and scolded her, because Cheng Suyu couldn't be blamed for this incident at all. What Fu Ling said meant that Han Yueqin blamed him indiscriminately. .

The master became lustful and was retaliated against by others, and the disciple was also injured. It is not the disciple's fault at all.

Yan Zhu really frowned and interrupted: "How can you blame this? She said something wrong, so you should relax and take care of your injuries."

How hypocritical, Fu Ling thought, he is the majestic master of the Wanqiu sect, the feared king of evil swords in the world, but here he pretends to be innocent and weak, arguing with a girl.

Not bad, though, he thought.

Fu Ling bowed her head in silence, she seemed to be still blaming herself, Yan Zhu didn't know how to comfort her, a disciple came in with a bowl of medicine.

Yan Zhu said: "Drink the medicine first, Elder Qi is proficient in medical skills, and prescribed medicine to increase Qi and blood for you, you..."

There are a bunch of juniors and juniors under Yan Zhu, many of them are young and don't like to drink medicine. Just as he was about to persuade him, the medicine bowl that Fu Ling was holding had already bottomed out, taking one mouthful after another, without rushing or slowing down, as if the bowl was full of bitterness. The sour medicine is just a bowl of tea.

Putting down the medicine bowl, Fu Ling blinked, looking extremely cute.

Yan Zhu helped him up, sent him back to the bed to lie down, and said: "The Huaishan faction has a long journey, I have already made an agreement with them, and I will go back when you recover from your injuries."

Fu Ling lay down, stretched out her hand from under the quilt to grab him: "Senior Brother Yan, will you come to see me tomorrow?"

"Come." Yan Zhu put his hand under the quilt.

Fu Ling lay obediently under the quilt, but kept watching him go out the door.

When the people outside walked away, Fu Ling closed her eyes.

Only now did he feel the bitter taste of medicine in his mouth.

It's really bitter, Fu Ling thought, chewing Coptis chinensis raw would not be so bitter.

After staying in the Huoshan school for a few days, Fuling's injury was mostly healed, and he didn't hurt his muscles and bones. The Huoshan school gave him good medicine. He had never healed his wound so comfortably in his life. Everything was left to Ding Huai. Every day, Fu Ling would lie on the bed dreaming of the stars, or lie in the shade of a tree and watch the sun.

Yan Zhu would come to see him in the evening, standing on the other side of the setting sun in green clothes, but neither the scorching sun nor the bright moon could match his brilliance.

Fu Ling can get out of bed today. When Yan Zhu came, he was practicing sword in the yard.

Fu Ling had never practiced Huaishan school's sword skills, but learned a little bit before coming here, and saw Han Yuanguang use it again in the canyon.

Cheng Suyu is able to worship under the sect of the head of the Huaishan School, his talent is naturally good, but he is neglected to study hard, compared to Fuling, who has been practicing kung fu for ten years, and then licking blood on the knife edge every day. , by far.

In order to cope with the injury on her hand, Fu Ling's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Yan Zhu approached, and stretched out his hand from behind him to hold the hilt of the sword: "Pay attention to the strength of your wrist, it must be strong and fast."

Feeling the breath of the person behind him, Fuling held her breath.

"In martial arts in the world, the only thing that can't be broken is speed. If you are fast enough, you can take the lead. When you reach the extreme speed, you can break any martial arts move." Yan Zhu held the hilt of the sword, and brought Fu Ling to use a set of flowing swordsmanship, "moving Formless, fast and shadowless, the sword energy is condensed in the formless and shadowless—”

no shadow!Fu Ling's heart shuddered, the second level of "Three Wu Swordsmanship" is Wuying!At that moment, Fu Ling felt his heart suddenly open, as if the sword in his hand had turned into a dragon tooth knife. He tried hard to restrain himself, but his wrist still trembled unconsciously.

Yan Zhu thought that his injury was not healed, so he stopped, let go of his hand, and said gently: "Don't worry, heal your injury first, and take your time."

Fu Ling nodded, feeling really anxious, really wanted to find a place to take out the knife, he would be able to break through right away!

Naturally, Yan Zhu didn't know what was going on in his heart. He looked at Fu Ling peacefully for a while, and then he said, "I can't come tomorrow, something happened at Taizhe Gate, Master sent me to check it out."

He didn't want to say too much, the rivers and lakes are chaotic, many people can't see the light, Yan Zhu doesn't want Fu Ling to come into contact with these things, in his eyes, Cheng Suyu is young, has just lost his master and brother, lived in the Huaishan sect since childhood, and has never known the world sinister.

During Yan Zhu's investigation of Su Yu's identity, Fu Ling made preparations before she came. Cheng Suyu was in poor health and rarely went out to meet people when she was a child.

After Yan Zhu finished the investigation, he did not find anything wrong. It is difficult to say clearly about temperament, but judging from the relationship during this period of time, Cheng Suyu can still maintain such a pure heart when his master and senior brother are such jerks. It is not easy.

Yan Zhu thought of the pair of clear eyes he saw in the snow many years ago, and the snow all over the mountains and plains reflected them.

So clean and pure.

It's a pity that Fuling is not Cheng Suyu, he has been struggling all the way, seeing everything he should see and what he shouldn't see.

Fu Ling felt a little disappointed, he thought, Yan Zhu would really like Cheng Suyu like this, clean and ignorant of world affairs, if he had seen himself holding a knife and covered in blood, probably he wouldn't be so gentle and drizzled?

Yan Zhu didn't say anything, so Fu Ling naturally didn't ask any more questions, but only asked when he would come back.

"One month at most, and I'll come back after checking." Yan Zhu saw Fu Ling staring at the jade pendant on his sword, so he asked, "Like this?"

It's not that he really likes these pendants. Fu Ling has never had much feeling for these pendants, but he has seen this jade pendant before. It was hung on Yan Zhu's waist ten years ago, and it also appeared three years ago, but he has never seen it in the Huoshan School. The candle belt seems to be hung out only when going out.

Fu Ling joked: "Brother Yan gives it to me, I like it."

Yan Zhu smiled when he heard the words, and actually untied it, hung it on Fuling's sword hilt, and said softly, "Heal your wounds well, if you need anything, you can go to Sun Mo."

It doesn't seem like an important thing to give it away so easily, but if it's not important, how can you keep it with you for ten years?

Fu Ling sat on the stone bench in the yard, watching Yan Zhu's back and the last bit of sunset, all of which disappeared from sight.

In the past ten years, he has never slackened in his martial arts practice. For revenge and to catch up with a little sun in the sky, now he has gained fame in the world, and no one will avoid the edge of the blade when it strikes.

However, when he saw Yan Zhu again, no matter how calm and composed his face was, he knew in his heart that he was still the child who only dared to hide behind a tree and watch him leave.

Fu Ling had mixed feelings in his heart, and after Yan Zhu left, he took off the jade pendant, hung it around his neck, and hid it in his clothes together with the longevity lock.

Yan Zhu left Huoshan early in the morning of the second day. Without him, Fuling immediately became restless. First, he practiced the knife for a day, and broke the second level. Stepped a little there and prepared for revenge.

He has a photographic memory. After memorizing the layout of the Huoshan School, Ding Huai led people up the mountain to find him in the dark. The substitute took Fuling's place in the Huoshan School, and Fuling followed Ding Huai down the mountain.

Anyway, apart from Yan Zhu, no one came at all these days, and the outer disciples who delivered the food put the food in the yard and left without revealing their secrets.

Fu Ling went down the mountain and saw that Ding Huai was covered in dust and dust, and his white clothes were also stained with dust. This was too inconsistent with Ding Huai's habit of cleanliness.

Fu Ling felt bad: "What happened?"

Ding Huai said: "The door received a revenge case and sent people to kill Xu Yizhao from Taizemen, but someone killed Xu Yizhao first, and the sent person failed to come back."

Fu Ling's eyelids twitched: "How many people have you sent?"

Xu Yizhao is the second head of the Taize Sect, and the martial arts sent to kill him must not be low.

Ding Huai said in a deep voice: "The three mahogany cards, none of them came back, only one lasted and delivered the letter."

Fu Ling asked: "What did you say?"

Ding Huai: "It's fierce, it's invincible."

Yan Zhu went to Taizemen, so it should be the investigation.

Fu Ling's eyes darkened: "Let's go."

The author has something to say: The fairyland of the mountains is leaning on the hills, and the waterfalls are hundreds of feet away. ——Zhang Zhensun "Water Curtain Cave"

The son should only see the paintings, and I only know them.When you write that the water is poor at the end of the day, you must not be a person in the dust. ——Su Shi's "Three Ways to Lose the Title"