Vendetta

Yan Zhu walked up to Fu Ling, squatted down: "Come up, I'll carry you down the mountain."

Fu Ling asked: "Didn't you say that the mountain road is not easy to walk at night?"

Yan Zhu said: "You have wounds and poison on your body, I'm not at ease if you stay here overnight."

In fact, if the injury was normal, Fu Ling could walk down the mountain by herself, at worst, it would be a little more difficult, anyway, he has not suffered much in his life.

But when Yan Zhu said this, his limbs immediately became weak, and he lay on his back very delicately.

"Brother," Fu Ling said to Li Zhong, "Go to the house and look for lanterns, the road is too dark, don't drop your young master."

Then why don't you come down and walk by yourself?

Li Zhong slandered in his heart, but he didn't say it out. He has been with Yan Zhu for so many years, he knows the etiquette is superior, and he is cautious in words and deeds, so he didn't say a word, went to the house to find a lantern, and walked in front to explore the way. Zhu followed behind with Poria on his back.

Yan Zhu asked as he walked, "Is your body uncomfortable? Does the wound hurt?"

"It's okay...can I lean on you?" Fuling already lay down on her stomach, resting her head on Yan Zhu's shoulder.

Yan Zhu could feel his breath spraying on his neck, the obviously not heavy person made him a little out of breath at this moment, Fuling's heartbeat passed through his back, one by one.

Yan Zhu said softly: "If you're tired, sleep on your stomach for a while, there is still a long way to go down the mountain."

Fuling let out an "um" and closed her eyes, but she didn't want to fall asleep.

Chang Rusong, the leader of Huoshan School, will take a long trip soon, and Fu Ling will take this opportunity to kill Liang Ruzhu, and the leisure time in Huoshan School will end.

Yan Zhu will soon know that this "Cheng Suyu" is a counterfeit, and he came to Huoshan School just to kill his uncle.

What would Yan Zhu think?He must regret it to death, and he also lost a jade pendant.

What about after that?Does Poria always cover its face?The head on Yan Zhu's neck is not paper, not only is he not stupid, he is smarter than the average person, and he will find out sooner or later.

What to do after that?

Yan Zhu carried Fu Ling on his back, and walked very steadily with every step. The bumpy mountain road was overgrown with vegetation, but Yan Zhu walked on the ground as if walking on flat ground. One was because of his excellent skills, and the other was because he was thinking about Fu Ling's injuries and didn't want to be too bumpy.

The three of them didn't speak on the road, Wugao Mountain was very quiet at night, only the sound of their footsteps, and the sound of cloth passing through the trees and grass.

I'm really crazy, Fu Ling thought, I'm still thinking about the future, people like me will die someday, living the life of a mayfly, and worrying about how many years the tortoise can live?

Sensing the person on his body sighing, Yan Zhu asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Fu Ling said, "Yan Zhu, are we friends?"

"Ah."

"But we've only known each other for three days."

"Well," Yan Zhu's eyes were soft when he said this, but it's a pity that Fu Ling couldn't see his expression, Yan Zhu said: "But I always feel that I have known you for a long time, but it's okay, it's not too late now, in the future The days are still long, you can come to Huoshan to find me."

Fu Ling thought to herself, if Yan Zhu finds out who he is in the future, the whole of Huoshan is probably waiting to kill him.

Yan Zhu didn't hear the answer, he didn't know what the people behind him were thinking, maybe they had some concerns, just as he was about to say a few words, Fu Ling replied——

"Okay."

The voice was very soft, but it fell heavily on Yan Zhu's ear.

All the way down the mountain, a white belly appeared in the sky, Yan Zhu walked into a medical clinic with Poria on his back.

The doctor in the hospital just woke up, saw that the person was being carried in, so he quickly cheered up to see Fu Ling's injury.

Fortunately, the detoxification pill Liu Wanqing gave was really useful, the poison on the silver needle had almost disappeared, the doctor removed the cloth wrapped around Fu Ling's arm, and planned to re-bandage him with the medicine.

The blood had already solidified, and the cloth was stuck to the wound, knowing how painful it was, Yan Zhu frowned and stood beside Fu Ling.

Fu Ling's face was covered by the mask, only her chin was exposed, and her pale lips were curled up—Fu Ling raised her face and was smiling at him.

Yan Zhu's brows stretched a little, and she looked at him helplessly, and couldn't help but think in her heart: How many injuries did this person suffer to be so calm?

But no matter how many injuries you have suffered, it still hurts.

The doctor personally wounded Fu Ling, and the water in the basin was stained red. The doctor turned sideways to the back of the room and said, "Junior Brother, can you help me change the water in the basin?"

A man stretched his waist behind the house and came out in response.

Fu Ling looked up, her body froze.

This person is exactly the quack doctor who treated Mrs. Fu Ling back then, that Xiao Yong who used "Chuxue's cricket cricket" as medicine!

Hatred appeared in Fu Ling's eyes, and the murderous aura suddenly appeared on her body, which made the doctor tremble with fright.

Yan Zhu asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Ling took a deep breath, subdued her murderous aura, and said, "It hurts too much."

The doctor wiped off his sweat. It didn’t hurt to remove the cloth strip and clean the wound just now. Now that he’s done washing, do you know it hurts?Did this person hurt his brain?

Yan Zhu glanced at the person who went out to change the water, and suppressed the thoughts in his eyes.

It was just now that he clearly felt the killing intent on Fu Ling, it was definitely not an illusion, the killing intent was very strong.

Even with deep hatred.

After bandaging and applying medicine, the doctor prescribed two doses of medicine, and Yan Zhu took Poria to an inn.

Fu Ling was lying on the bed, feeling that she had been living a bit too comfortably recently, and had suffered a serious fart injury, so someone would get out of the bed and bring tea and water, and ask for warmth.

This injury is really nothing in the eyes of the head of the Fu family. It is as common for a killer to be injured as a meal. When he was in the Wanqiu family, there were only a few people he trusted completely. The medicine boy, there are a bunch of old men left, it would be nice if they can cook the medicine well, as long as Poria can get out of bed, they won’t bother them anymore—who knows those people who have boiled and fried the crock pot Will the medicine that comes out kill Fu Ling after one more sip?

Not to mention that he has yet to avenge his great vengeance, the majestic master of the Wanchou Sect and the well-known Xie Dao Yan Wang in the Jianghu, was actually drunk to death by the medicine brewed by the people below, and he was laughed at for thousands of years before he had time to live forever. , Poria will not die in peace.

"Drink the medicine first." Yan Zhu brought him a porcelain bowl.

Poria is drunk as soon as it is picked up, and it is still not in a hurry. Most people who drink medicine will either be unable to force a sip, or they will pinch their noses and drink it all in one breath. Yan Zhu has only seen one person drinking Poria like this—— Cheng Suyu.

After Fuling drank the medicine, she took the tea that Yan Zhu gave him to rinse her mouth, and found that he was staring at her, and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhu asked: "Why do you wear a mask?"

Fu Ling sensed that something was wrong with his tone, her heart skipped a beat, but she still said casually, "Because I'm ugly, I don't want others to see me."

But this tone was a little proud, how could there be any inferiority complex because of his ugly appearance?

Yan Zhu said: "Appearance is just a skin, don't be so concerned."

Fu Ling asked back: "Then why are you obsessed with what I look like?"

Yan Zhu knew that he couldn't say anything about him, if he was really Cheng Suyu, he would definitely not admit it easily, so he changed the matter and said, "What are your plans next?"

Fu Ling: "I haven't finished the investigation yet, I still have to stay here and continue looking for someone, what about you?"

Yan Zhu said: "I want to go back to Mount Huo, and contact some sects to come to Taize Mountain. The stronghold of Tongtian Sect must be dealt with as soon as possible."

Fu Ling nodded: "Well, are you leaving today?"

Yan Zhu said: "Let's go tomorrow, this place is not close to Wanqiu Gate, the road is bumpy, I will give you medicine for another day."

Fu Ling smiled and said, "Actually, I'm really not that expensive. If you feel bad because I blocked the needle for you, you carry me all the way down the mountain and boil the medicine for me. It's also considered clear. Originally, I blocked that shot. I did it all voluntarily, I never thought of asking you to repay it..."

"It can't be like this in the future," Yan Zhu helped him to lie down, "Remember at all times, the most important thing is to save your own life."

Fu Ling didn't answer, he lay down, propped his head on the pillow, smacked his lips and said, "I feel that the medicine is very bitter now, can you go and buy me some sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Yan Zhu nodded, and said again: "You are still taking medicine, don't eat too much sweets."

Fu Ling smiled and said, "Understood."

Not only did Yan Zhu buy osmanthus cake for Fu Ling, but in the middle of the ugly night, Yan Zhu still remembered that he was going to have supper and brought him half a bowl of hot porridge.

After Fu Ling drank the porridge and watched the man bring out the bowl, she couldn't help feeling sour.

In the past, Fu Ling thought that only hatred was left in his life. He practiced martial arts hard for decades, and held a knife in his dreams. He didn't care about anything else, and he was willing to give everything for revenge.

But for the first time, he discovered that the spring scene in the world is so brilliant, with apricot blossoms blowing all over his head, the breeze caressing the green willows, swallows passing through the drizzle, and there are flower sellers peddling along the street, it is really worth nostalgic.

It's a pity that "the forest flowers withered the spring red, too hastily" (note), which actually made Fu Ling feel a little sad for spring and autumn.

Although the spring scene is good, it is too hasty.

When this infinitely brilliant spring is gone, there are only remnants of flowers and leaves, bleak in the cold rain and evening wind.

Fu Ling got off the bed, put the knife behind her back, and jumped out of the window.

It was raining outside, like the rain in spring, the rain fell in bits and pieces, and it kept falling.

Xiao Yong was lying on the bed, feeling a sudden chill. When he opened his eyes, he saw a man in black, standing in front of his window with a knife in his hand.

Xiao Yong jumped up from the bed in fright: "You, who are you? What do you want to do?!"

"Quack doctor, you're good at running. No wonder I couldn't find you in Dongqing Town. So you ran here." Fuling held the knife and walked forward step by step, "How many harmful things have you done?!"

Fuling went down with a knife, and a large piece of the bed board was chopped off. Xiao Yong was so frightened that he shrank in the corner: "You, who are you? If you have something to say, talk about it, and you can discuss everything..."

Fu Ling sneered: "What do I want? I want your life!"

"You can't kill me!" Xiao Yong shouted, "I am a doctor, if you kill me, you will..."

"You are also worthy of being called a doctor? Do you have any medical ethics? How did my teacher die? You said you could cure her. What kind of bullshit medicine did you prescribe? What kind of 'chuxue's cricket' did you ask me to find!"

Fu Ling's eyes were red, and later he told Liu Wanqing about this matter, and Liu Wanqing told him that if his mistress finds another doctor, even if he is not so smart, he can survive until the beginning of spring if he takes good care of him.

He flopped in the snow for three or nine days, and his face and hands were covered with frostbite. He was not wronged, but he failed to cure his wife's illness. Even if he was buried in the snow, it would not help.

"I, I can't help it either, they all say I'm a miracle doctor..."

Another swiping of the knife, the wooden bed collapsed completely, Fu Ling said: "Since you can't cure it, why do you use this method to deceive people?"

"I..." Xiao Yong opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything, why else?Isn't it just to keep that little reputation?

Fu Ling's knife rested on Xiao Yong's neck, Xiao Yong shouted "Help", Fu Ling said coldly: "Don't shout, your senior brother and a few drug boys won't come, now I will give you two choices : One, write a confession letter, and write down all the things you have harmed people in these years, and two, I will send you to apologize to my teacher right now."

Xiao Yong hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, picked up the pen and paper that Fuling threw on the ground: "I write! I write! I have committed many evils, I will die a bad death, I am against medical ethics, I am not worthy of being human..."

He knelt on the ground with a pen in his hand, trembling, wrote a sheet of paper, and raised it above his head: "I, I finished writing, please let me go, I will be a good person in the future..."

"Let you go? What about the person you killed? How can my mistress rest in peace?" Fu Ling threw down a bundle of rope and pointed to the beam, "Do you do it yourself, or let me do it?"

He wrote this confession and hanged himself with a rope. When the people in the hospital woke up from the sweat medicine the next day, they would think that Xiao Yong hanged himself because of evil deeds and disturbed conscience.

Xiao Yong looked at the bundle of hemp rope with despair in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Lin Hua thanked Chunhong too hastily.

Reluctantly, the cold rain comes in the morning, and the wind comes in the evening. ——Li Yu's "Meeting and Joy"

Update early today hehe.