Vendetta

On the night of the second day after Yan Zhu left, Fu Ling came to Liang Ruzhu's bed with a knife in hand.

"Su Yu?" Liang Ruzhu sat up from the bed, and the person three steps away from him stood under the moonlight, with picturesque eyebrows, whiter skin than snow, dressed in black, and the silver yellow spring flowers on the clothes were seductive under the moonlight. of light.

Liang Ruzhu had only seen Fuling once before when he was injured. At that time, Fuling always lowered his head, looking cautious and cowardly. Now he holds a dragon tooth knife, his murderous aura is undisguised, his chin is slightly raised, and he is looking down at Liang Ruzhu Only then did Liang Ruzhu see his appearance clearly.

The beauty is thrilling, but with a sense of familiarity.

Liang Ruzhu's eyes widened in disbelief: "You, you are..."

"Remember?" Fu Ling took a step closer, with the knife resting on his neck.

Liang Ruzhu was startled: "You killed Yuan Guang too?"

"That's right, but I didn't have time to ask when I killed him," Longya Knife approached, and Liang Ruzhu's neck began to ooze a little blood, "Why did you kill my parents and sister?"

Liang Ruzhu's lips trembled: "That, that day, we happened to pass by a river and met a young woman who was doing laundry. She deliberately seduced..."

Fu Ling said angrily, "Nonsense!"

The river is far away from Jiemai Village. People in the village use well water for laundry. Fuling's mother and sister would never go to the river!

"I'm not talking nonsense! The village is so far away in the river, if no one lures us, how would we go there, obviously..."

Long Ya Dao had already attacked Liang Ru Zhu with a monstrous hatred.

With a flash of the knife, Liang Ruzhu's body was still kneeling on the bed stiffly, but his head rolled to the ground like a deflated rotten ball.

Fu Ling's chest heaved violently, he let out a breath, put away the knife, Ding Huai was waiting for him in the yard.

"Solved?" Ding Huai asked.

Poria nodded.

Ding Huai said: "The third generation of Blood Crows has been bred and fully meets the requirements."

Fuling just took over Yishan three years ago, and felt that the crows on the mountain were very spiritual, and it would be a waste to just stay on the top of the mountain to shit, so Ding Huai and Liu Wanqing were asked to breed blood crows to send messages. After taking the medicine, his eyes became blood red, and he was very sensitive to the scent of winged grass, which is a special product of Yishan Mountain. He had to stop at the place where the winged grass smelled, and if he was taken away by force, he would throw away the letter.

The blood crow bred by the third generation has fully met Fu Ling's expected requirements.

"Take back all the original second-generation blood crows and replace them with the third generation." Fu Ling asked, "Has there been any news from Chunfeng Tower?"

At that time, Xue Chengyu fell off the cliff, and Fu Ling, the Yishan intelligence network, did not get it, so Chunfenglou became the new intelligence department.

Ding Huai replied: "Just after the news came back, people in the royal family and the princes of the aristocratic family have checked, and there is one person who is indeed somewhat similar to Yan Zhu—the third prince Yan Guangyao, who went to a Taoist temple in the north ten years ago to seek Taoism."

After waiting for a while, Ding Huai didn't continue, Fu Ling asked, "And then?"

Ding Huai had no choice but to explain: "Li Taibai has a poem: the candle dragon lives in the poor family, and the light shines on Judan to open (note)."

Legend has it that there was a Candle Dragon who lived in a poor family in the northern country. He regarded his eyes as the sun and the moon, opened his eyes as day, and closed his eyes as night.

Yan Zhu is Yan Guangyao.

Fu Ling sighed: "Guangzong Yaozu... really educated, as expected, scholars are different, I will study and practice calligraphy with you when I go back."

"It's not that word...that's all," Ding Huai smiled and shook his fan: "Okay, then shall we go back to Mount Yi now?"

Fu Ling shook her head: "No, go to Mount Taizhe."

A few days later, Mount Taizhe——

There are many disciples from other sects gathered under Tai Ze's sect, the Huoshan sect is the leader, and there are some nearby small sects, because they are afraid of too much time delay, the distant sects did not come.

Gao Xing, head of the Taize Gate, led his disciples to receive them at the foot of the mountain. He looked extremely thin, with deeply sunken cheeks, and he cupped his hands to welcome everyone in.

"Is this old man taking too much pill? It looks like he's about to reach the sky."

"Fuling?" Yan Zhu looked back in surprise, Fuling was walking towards him with Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian, and seven killers from the Wanqiu Sect behind him.

Yan Zhu asked: "Why are you here?"

Fu Ling said: "Of course I have to come, my people are still waiting for me to pick them up."

"Your injury is not healed yet, we will fight later..." Before Yan Zhu finished speaking, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, Yan Zhu stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Ling to him, "You..."

"What's the matter?" Poria let him pull, only the rich aroma of osmanthus cake came to his face.

"It's nothing, pay attention to the wound." Yan Zhu let go of him, turned around and walked to the front of the crowd, and led the crowd up the mountain with Gao Xing.

"Yan Ling Saber? Are you from Wan Qiu Sect?" A leader of a small sect recognized the saber of Wan Qiu Sect, then looked at Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian, "What are you doing here? The Qiu Sect actually associates with a cult?"

"What bandit logic? You come here to associate with the cult, so why are you all here? Do you practice evil?" Fu Ling looked at the leader and said, "Which dog eye do you see Wanqiumen and the cult? What have you done that is outrageous, and now you are afraid that the Wanqiu Sect will take revenge?"

The leader drew out his sword: "You spout blood! Our sect is upright, how can we do things that are against the law? Today we are here to punish the evil and promote the good to encircle and suppress the evil cult for the sake of morality in the world!"

Fu Ling didn't pull out her saber, and her tone was a bit serious: "Wan Qiumen only kills those who deserve to die, and will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. If you have a clear conscience, Wan Qiumen's saber will not be drawn out of its sheath."

Fu Ling followed Yan Zhu, then turned her head and said, "But if someone hits me with the knife, he will be courting death."

Yan Zhu said to the man calmly: "The world is chaotic and complicated, how can we listen to rumors and malicious speculation?"

"Listen to what Yan Shaoxia said?" Fu Ling nodded triumphantly, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth to smile at Yan Zhu.

Yan Zhu also smiled a little, and said gently: "Let's go."

The people walked all the way to the west of Taize Mountain. Taize Mountain is actually not just one mountain, but three mountains connected together. After walking for an hour, the sky will be dark. When everyone came to a canyon pass, Yan Zhu stopped, He raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop.

Gao Xing, head of the Taizite Gate, asked, "Aren't you going inside?"

Fu Ling said: "Master Gao, this canyon has always been a good place for ambushes. We went in before we figured out the situation. Isn't this sending us to death?"

Gao Xing hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "That's not what I meant—"

"Master Gao doesn't need to think too much, he has no other intentions, but we need to send someone to check if there is an ambush first." Yan Zhu said to Fuling: "Master Fu, I heard that the killer of Wanqiumen has very good lightness kung fu, and can Would you please send someone to investigate first?"

Fu Ling nodded: "Of course, but I am the best Qinggong here, and I am happy to serve Yan Shaoxia."

Yan Zhu frowned and said, "Your injuries are not fully healed yet."

"Such a small injury makes Yan Shaoxia always worry about it." Fu Ling smiled, and called two killers to investigate.

A disciple of Taizemen reacted and exclaimed: "You are the king of evil sword Hades!"

"Just recognized it?" Fu Ling said while drawing out the Longya Saber.

The disciple was so frightened that he also drew out his sword and backed away again and again: "What are you doing? Are you going to kill me?"

Fu Ling: "I charge money for killing people, have you paid?"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, only to hear Yan Zhu shout: "There is an ambush!"

Masked people came from all directions, without uniform clothing, and with different weapons in their hands. They didn't say a word, and they were menacing.

Fu Ling was already holding the Dragon Tooth Knife to meet him. Even though his hand was wounded, his saber technique was still unabated, and the knife was dignified and ruthless. Shall we take it to the pit?"

Senior high school skinny wrists, holding the sword in the right way, but trembling all the time, with an unexpected look: "Twenty miles to the west, this is here, yes, it was Chen Lie who told me ..."

While beating, Fu Ling asked, "Which bastard is Chen Lie?"

"Chen Lie, the elder of Taize Gate." Yan Zhu swung his sword away, and the person opposite had no time to dodge, the cloth covering his face was peeled off, revealing a face.

It was Chen Lie, the elder of Taize Gate.

Yan Zhu said: "It seems that Liu Tong is not lying, there are also people from the Tongtian Sect in Taize Sect."

Gao Xing almost lost his grip on the sword in his hand. He was already thin, but now his eyes were staring like a starving ghost. He asked in disbelief, "Elder Chen, why did you do this?"

Chen Lie simply stopped covering up: "Why? I also want to ask why, I have practiced swordsmanship for 20 years to achieve what I am today, but this young man in his [-]s has such high martial arts! God is not fair, I just don't believe in fate , so what about evil skills, the strong in the rivers and lakes are respected!"

As the elder of Taizemen, Chen Lie had not low martial arts, and practiced evil skills, his internal energy was surging and continuous, Yan Zhu couldn't pay attention to the situation around him for a moment.

Fu Ling noticed it, and he approached Yan Zhu with the dragon tooth knife, always paying attention to whether there was a sneak attack.

Although the members of the cult have strange internal powers, they are not many in number, and they practice different martial arts weapons, basically they all fight in their own way, and their coordination is not as good as that of disciples of the sect. This group of people originally planned to ambush in the canyon, but Yan Zhu and the others Didn't go into the canyon at all, so had to face it.

No matter how good the internal strength is, they are outnumbered.

Seeing that the beating here was almost over, Fu Ling ordered Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian to stay alive for questioning, and went looking for Yan Zhu and Chen Lie who were beating farther and farther away.

Yan Zhu and Chen Lie climbed onto the stone wall somehow, leaping back and forth between the stone rock and the branches.

Fuling couldn't help, so she had to watch from below.

A few silver needles came through the air, Fu Ling turned sideways and swung a knife to block them: "Come again?"

He chased after the silver needle, he knew that these people ambushing in the canyon were just an introduction, just like in Wugao Mountain at that time, the people hiding in the dark were the key!

"Fu Ling!" Yan Zhu stabbed Chen Lie's chest with a sword, kicked him off the cliff, let the disciples below restrain him, and chased Fu Ling himself.

Fu Ling saw a figure in the direction where the silver needle came from, and this figure led him in on purpose.

so what?Fu Ling thought to herself, who was I afraid of?Isn't he here today to catch the people behind the scenes?

After seven turns and eight turns into the canyon, the sound of fighting at the mouth of the canyon could no longer be heard.

The surroundings here are desolate, only stones and weeds, Fuling looked around and shouted: "Everyone is here, why are you hiding?"

Six men in black came out from behind the huge boulder and drew their swords to attack Fu Ling.

Fuling took up the sword to fight. Although these men in black also have deep internal strength, they are obviously different from the people at the mouth of the canyon. These people are well-trained and more like organized killers.

To be precise... like the Killing Valley back then.

"These pieces of broken iron are also worthy of being called swords?" Fu Ling chopped off one person's arm with a knife, turned around and made another knife, and there were only four of the six people left, "Are you also worthy of being called swordsmen?"

Another silver needle flew in, Fu Ling had excellent eyesight, and easily dodged it, but the man in black behind him couldn't dodge in time, and was stuck straight.

"Poisoning is not good when you are fighting, it is easy to accidentally injure yourself." Fu Ling took advantage of the man in black's weakness and quickly swung the knife: "But it seems that you don't care about their life or death. It just so happens that I have a friend." , will also use this poison."

There was a little noise behind the rock, but soon there was no sound at all. The man must have run away, and the remaining three men in black were almost fighting for their lives. Fuling was dragged by them and couldn't move away to chase.

After the three people were settled, Fu Ling walked around the canyon for a while, took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her arms and ate it, sat on a rock, looked up at the sky above the canyon, blue sky and white clouds, and the bottom of the valley was full of rocks and weeds.

For some reason, his ink-poor stomach was not filled with sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but a poem came out:

The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. (Note)

He is not Huang He, but I am afraid that he is gone forever.

Fu Ling sighed melancholy, he forgot how to get out, this photographic memory is good enough to memorize pavilions, towers and castles, why can't it be used to memorize mountain roads?

The author has something to say: the yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will be empty for thousands of years. ——Cui Hao "Yellow Crane Tower"

The candle dragon lives in the cold door, and the light shines brightly. ——Li Bai's "Northern Wind"