Vendetta

Chang Rusong returned to the Huoshan faction. He had already received news from Sun Mo. Everyone in the Huoshan faction was waiting for him to make a decision. Chang Rusong didn't say anything. He went into the house alone and locked all the disciples outside. .

There was Liang Ruzhu's body in the room, covered with a white cloth, Chang Rusong lifted the white cloth and took a look with complicated eyes.

He grew up with his senior brothers Zheng Ruquan and Liang Ruzhu. Fifteen years ago, his senior brothers were dissatisfied with him as the head of the school.

Growing up together, the three have different temperaments. The elder brother is talented, but too paranoid. He doesn't want to follow the right path but indulges in heresy.

Only Chang Rusong is the most tolerant of the original head of the Huoshan School. After taking over as the head, the Huoshan School is still the best swordsman in the world. Very famous.

It is absolutely impossible to say that Chang Rusong did not know about the dirty things Liang Ruzhu did, his own junior knew it himself.

He took care of it, and persuaded him, but Liang Ruzhu kept it secret, and the people with him were also celebrities in the world, no one dared to touch him, and he kept it secret for so many years, and nothing happened.

However, retribution will come sooner or later, and Chang Rusong knows it is a vendetta at a glance.

He finally sighed, carefully covered the white cloth again, and retreated from the room.

"Master!" Sun Mo immediately came up to him and asked, "When are we going to catch the murderer who killed Master Uncle?"

Han Yueqin was clutching her handkerchief, and looked at him with red eyes.

Most of the other disciples were also full of anger and hatred, ready to raise their swords at any time, but Yan Zhu had no expression on his face, standing aside with his hands down.

Yan Zhu felt a little uneasy, would Master be angry?He was the one who brought Fuling back to Huoshan. Would Master let him go and bring Fuling back?

"Go back," Chang Rusong said calmly, "I will bury your uncle tomorrow."

"What?" Sun Mo's eyes widened in disbelief, "Aren't you going to seek revenge on the murderer?"

"Your uncle...that's all," Chang Rusong shook his head, "He made a mistake and suffered the consequences, don't mention it again, let's all go back."

"Then what about my uncle? Master, are you scared? You don't want to catch the murderer, so I'll lead someone to catch him!" After Han Yueqin finished speaking, she stamped her foot, turned around and left.

After the other disciples had dispersed, Yan Zhu stepped forward and called out in a low voice: "Master."

Chang Rusong took a deep look at him: "I know what you want to say, I won't pursue this matter."

Yan Zhu suddenly raised his head, and looked at Chang Rusong in surprise.

"The rumors about a person are just the appearance of this person in the eyes of most people, which is often different from the truth." Chang Rusong smiled self-deprecatingly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up, "Everyone in the world said, Your master is as righteous as Yuntian, and you are ashamed of your master."

"Master..."

"I'm not completely ignorant of what the Huaishan faction has done over the years, but there are always many worries, stumbling, bound hands and feet, but swordsmen dare not even draw their swords. How many people are there who are chivalrous and have a clear conscience?" Chang Rusong patted Yan Zhu's shoulder, "Whatever you want, go ahead, no matter what happens in the future, Huo Shan will protect you."

Yan Zhu's heart felt hot, he took off the Kunwu sword from his waist, knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

Ten years ago when Yan Zhu came to Huoshan, Chang Rusong never cared about his life experience and deeds, not only taught him martial arts and swordsmanship, but also taught him how to behave in the world, like a teacher and a father.

No matter who he is in the future, he will always be Chang Rusong's disciple of the Huoshan School.

Han Yueqin asked an artist to paint a portrait of Poria according to the description, and sent it to the Huaishan School. The Huaishan School has issued a reward order to search for Poria.

"My lord, I sent people to the Tianji Pavilion to ask, and they replied that Fuling is a personal friend of the pavilion master, and all questions about Fuling and Wanqiumen will not be answered."

"Personal relationship?" Yan Zhu was sitting in the private room of the restaurant, holding the celadon teacup in his hand, rubbing his fingertips on the edge of the cup, "Forget it, he's very smart, it won't be easy for people to find out."

Li Zhong asked: "Then do we need to continue the investigation?"

"Of course we have to check. If we can't find out, we will keep checking." Yan Zhu's hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped, he tilted his head slightly to the window, and then said to Li Zhong: "I will leave for Jiangnan in a few days. Go get ready."

Li Zhong responded and withdrew from the private room.

Yan Zhu looked out of the window and said, "If you don't come in again, I'll close the window."

A black shadow leaped in from the window, someone took off the mask, revealing a picturesque face.

Yan Zhu glanced at him, picked up a celadon tea cup that was turned upside down on the table, and poured tea into it: "If I didn't find out, you wouldn't have come in today?"

Fu Ling stood by the window without moving, "I'm actually just passing by."

"Passing by the window on the second floor, do you want to go to heaven?" Yan Zhu gritted his teeth angrily, and his voice sank, "I've been pretending for so long, but now I'm not even willing to make up a decent lie?"

Yan Zhu was not only angry, but also a little uneasy. He was afraid that Fu Ling would speak up and say that all this was indeed a lie.

It's just that Yan Zhu took it seriously.

But Fu Ling didn't say anything, what else can I say?He lied to Yan Zhu, no one forced him to do it, but he had to do it.

The Huoshan faction is not the Dongqing sect, and the chances of Chang Rusong not being in the sect are not always there. and sister?

What's more, without this trip, would Yan Zhu be so close to him?Will she show such tenderness to him?

Or will swords meet like three years ago?

Does he regret it?There should be no regrets.

Just reluctant.

Fu Ling lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping down, covering the emotions in her eyes, the normally flamboyant and eloquent person turned pale and could not utter a word.

Yan Zhu still couldn't bear it in his heart, he took a deep breath and asked, "Don't you want tea?"

"No," Fu Ling shook her head, "Once I come over, you must ask me why I killed them."

"I asked you to answer?"

"will not."

Yan Zhu stood up, approached Fu Ling, and stared at him closely: "Do you have anything else to say to me? Even if you say one thing, lie one sentence, and perfunctory one sentence, just say one sentence——"

Fu Ling's eyes dodged for a moment, he put his hands on his chest, and the jade pendant Yan Zhu gave him was pressed against his heart. The jade was warm and cool, and forced Fu Ling to suppress the restlessness in Fu Ling's heart. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice :"sorry."

Yan Zhu's hands hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched together, he tried his best to calm down his voice: "I'm sorry for what?"

Is it sorry for killing Liang Ruzhu, sorry for cheating him, sorry for the day-to-day relationship on Mount Huo, or sorry for that night in the canyon of Mount Taize?

Fu Ling opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say a lot, but when she reached her mouth, there were still those three words: "I'm sorry."

Yan Zhu wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but there was a sudden noise downstairs, Yan Zhu listened carefully, then frowned and said: "Han Yueqin brought someone here."

"I came here wearing a mask all the way, how did she know it was me?" Fu Ling put on the mask, poked her head out of the window, there were scattered people around the restaurant, all ages, and clothes were not the same, It doesn't look like a sect, but more like a temporarily hired gangster.

There was a dispute outside the door, and Han Yueqin's recognizable high-pitched voice came in through the crack of the door——

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!"

"Miss Han, you can't go in without the son's permission."

"Did my senior brother say he wanted to stop me? Get out of the way!"

"Miss Han..."

Yan Zhu said: "I never revealed a word to others."

"It's okay," Fu Ling smiled at Yan Zhu, the smile was forced, he put the mask back on, "Can I go?"

"Do you think I'll stop you?" Yan Zhu's eyes were like lacquer, but now he was sullen, "When did I say I was going to arrest you?"

"I'm leaving."

The mask covered most of Fu Ling's face, Yan Zhu could only see his lips raised, but he could guess his entire expression, there was no smile on that extremely handsome face.

Fu Ling jumped out of the window, and the scattered people below quickly surrounded him. He picked up a broken broom downstairs, and swung it in his hand, causing the bamboo branches on the broom to scatter, and slapped people's faces. The person watching him backed away screaming, and Fuling got away without much effort.

He didn't draw his sword from beginning to end.

Fu Ling knew that the people downstairs were originally a mob, and besides, these people had no enmity or enmity with him.

Poria will not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Yan Zhu stood by the window with complicated eyes. At that moment, he also wanted to jump down with Fu Ling, hold him back, and ask him to say one more word no matter what.

It wasn't until Fu Ling completely disappeared near the restaurant that Yan Zhu turned around and opened the door.

Han Yueqin's voice gave him a real headache.

"What's the matter?"

"Senior brother!" Han Yueqin's eyes lit up, and she gave Li Zhong a hard look, "You little servant is very arrogant for blocking me in!"

"He's not a servant," Yan Zhu asked, "How did you find him here?"

"Someone sent me a message. I know it's definitely not here with senior brother. I didn't expect senior brother to be here. I just came to see you." Han Yueqin smiled at Yan Zhu, her big bright eyes were playful and cute.

But Yan Zhu thought of Fuling's willow-leaf eyes, which were slightly aqua-colored, and when she raised her eyes inadvertently, they were all breathtaking.

After a while Yan Zhu regained his composure, and he asked, "Who sent you the news?"

The Huaishan faction is far away, and there is not much influence here. Who else will send news to Han Yueqin?

Han Yueqin said: "I don't know who it is. I threw a ball of paper out of the window and left. Anyway, I didn't have a clue, so I came here."

"Is the ball of paper still there?"

"Yes."

"let me see."

Han Yueqin took out the ball of paper and handed it to Yan Zhu. The name of the restaurant was written on a small piece of rice paper. There was nothing special about the handwriting and ink used.

"Junior Sister, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first." Yan Zhu didn't see any clues, and took Li Zhong away after paying the bill.

"Senior brother!" Han Yueqin wanted to catch up and say a few words, when a man in gray clothes ran up downstairs, he shouted, "Woman!"

Han Yueqin turned her head: "What? Got caught?"

"No," the man wiped his sweat, "run away."

"Run away?" Han Yueqin asked anxiously: "Where did he run away from? Didn't you search all the restaurants?"

"It jumped out of the third window on the second floor," the man pointed to the private room in front of her, "it's this one."

Han Yueqin's eyes were surprised at first, and soon she lowered her face, and said fiercely: "Brother actually shielded him...for him..."