Vendetta

Qiu Yi came out of the temple with the broken bowl. It was already late at night, the gates of the city were closed, and even if he had money, he could not buy anything. , there must be no drop of water in the day, Qiu Yi was also worried.

He found a piece of mud, rolled around a few times, wrapped the two knives on the bull's head and horse's face with cloth, and carried them on his back.

After walking for a while, I came to a village and found a family that seemed to be fairly well-to-do. After struggling a few times, I still had the cheek to knock on the door.

Soon, a young man wearing coarse cloth and short brown came to the door, looked Qiu Yi up and down, saw that he was covered in dirt, and did not speak ill of him, and asked politely but alienated: "Who are you looking for?"

"Brother, brother, I haven't eaten for three days, and I have a younger brother who is sick, can you do me a favor and give me something to eat..." Qiu Yi lowered his head, fortunately his face was covered with mud, it was embarrassing It's embarrassing, no one knows who he is.

The man glanced at him and said, "Wait a minute."

After speaking, he closed the door.

Qiu Yi: "..."

In the house——

"My lord, there is a beggar outside."

"Beggar?" Yan Zhu put down the brush in his hand, looked at Li Zhong beside him, "Could it be exposed here?"

In the middle of the night, where do beggars come from in the wilderness?

Li Zhong hurriedly said: "This subordinate has sent people to guard here before, and the people in the village don't know that this is the son's stronghold, there is absolutely no possibility of exposure."

Yan Zhu nodded and asked, "What did the beggar say?"

The young man who opened the door to Qiu Yi just now bowed respectfully and said, "He said he hasn't eaten for three days and has a sick younger brother. He hopes we can feed him."

Yan Zhu thought for a while and said, "Give him some food and silver."

"Yes."

The young man packed food in a food box and half a tube of water in a bamboo tube. Qiu Yi gratefully took it and thanked him repeatedly, thinking that the people in Jiangnan are really simple and honest.

So he said cheekily again: "Brother, do you have sweet-scented osmanthus cake here? My younger brother has been sick for many days, and kept clamoring that he wanted to eat it. He is dying of terminal illness. Just such a wish..."

If Fu Ling heard Qiu Yi curse herself like this, she might spit out another mouthful of blood.

The young man was silent for a while, then suddenly looked back, and stepped aside respectfully.

"It's only March, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in Jiangnan this year hasn't bloomed yet, so the dried sweet-scented osmanthus from previous years can only be used for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Osmanthus fragrans of any year is fine," Qiu Yi heard the voice coming from behind the door, but no one could be seen, thinking that it should be the owner of the house, "My younger brother just wants to taste it. He has been ill for many days, and Forget it, but wish..."

The wooden door suddenly opened wide, and a man in Tsing Yi stood at the door.

Qiu Yi glanced at it by the light of the lantern on the door, and after seeing the appearance of the person behind the door, he immediately lowered his head: "It's nothing, he won't die if he eats it for a while, thank you son, a good man will live a safe life, I will This is my farewell..."

Qiu Yi just couldn't figure out how Fu Ling could be hurt like this, now that he saw Yan Zhu, he understood everything. Fu Ling killed Yan Zhu's uncle, and came to Jiangnan to find Yan Zhu to beat him. Otherwise, with Fu Ling's martial arts, he would almost Can someone hurt him?

It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes, and the beggar is about to come to the door of Qiu's house. He is also considered a strange person in the world, right?Qiu Yi just wanted to slap himself, and wanted to go back and scold that troublesome guy who couldn't move after being beaten and insisted on eating osmanthus cake.

"Qiu Shaoxia," Yan Zhu shouted behind him, "doesn't your brother want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

"Don't eat, don't eat!" As soon as Qiu Yi heard that he recognized him, he was about to run away immediately, why would he eat osmanthus cake?After a while, if you are not sure, you have to go to the Naihe Bridge to wait for Poria to drink soup!

But in terms of lightness kung fu, how can he compare to Yan Zhu?In a few breaths, Yan Zhu caught up with him.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Qiu Yi had no choice but to take out a pair of knives and bite the bullet. Yan Zhu immediately drew his sword to resist: "It's dead of night, I don't know why Qiu Shaoxia came to visit? Why didn't the master of the Fu family come with you?"

Qiu Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Ask the question knowingly! If you want to kill Fu Ling, kill me first!"

Now Qiu Yi is no longer an outer disciple who cooks in Dongqingmen. His "Nine Layers of Swordsmanship" has been practiced to the eighth stage. Few people in the world use double swords. It is through reading and comprehension, combined with Fuling's nonsense explanations, I figured it out bit by bit, and others can't figure out his moves for a while.

But compared with Yan Zhu, the gap is still too big, Yan Zhu's Kunwu sword only defends but not attack, a set of swordsmanship does not reveal anything, Qiu Yi can't get close to him at all.

"I didn't intend to kill Poria."

"You didn't kill him, you beat him half to death!" Qiu Yi grasped his two knives, and at the same time concentrated his strength to chop at Yan Zhu. He couldn't detect Fu Ling's internal injuries, so he sent a letter to Liu Wanqing, and he could only do it. Anxiously, "I thought you were some kind of celebrity in the world, you are just like them, good and evil!"

Yan Zhu paused, and Kunwu sword held the two sabers, "Fu Ling was injured? What's going on? Didn't I let him go?"

"Stop quibbling!" Qiu Yi gritted his teeth, held the knife and pressed it down, "Do you dare to do it or not?"

"I didn't hurt him! Where is he now?"

Yan Zhu raised his breath and broke through the double-knife attack. Qiu Yi's hands were shaken, and he took a few steps back to stabilize his figure, "I won't tell you if I die!"

"Qiu Shaoxia, I know there is something hidden about Master Liang's death, Huoshan faction has never issued an arrest warrant," Yan Zhu was worried about Fu Ling's injury, and he said earnestly: "I, Yan Zhu, swear to God that I will never hurt Fu Ling, otherwise I will die badly! You tell me where he is, and I'll take him to the wounded."

Qiu Yi panted, but still refused to let go: "You don't need to save him. If you don't want to harm him, let me go now. I will naturally take him into the city for treatment tomorrow."

Yan Zhu anxiously said: "The Huaishan faction is definitely still searching for Fu Ling at this moment, you are alone with him and it is inconvenient to move around, and you have no influence in Jiangnan City, so the injury cannot be delayed!"

"Then if you lie to me, wouldn't it be a dead end if you hand him over to you?" There were many people in the yard, and Qiu Yi knew that he had no chance of winning, so he still held the knife tightly: "Even if I die here, I won't die." Let you find him!"

"Then you will be offended." Yan Zhufei stepped forward, and without mercy, he raised his sword and came straight to Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yi immediately concentrated on lifting the knife, but before Yan Zhu got close, Qiu Yi felt a gust of wind behind him, pinching him back and forth. Before he could react, he was hit on the head and fell down.

Li Zhong stood behind him, holding the scabbard: "My lord, what should he do?"

"Leave two people to take care of Qiu Shaoxia, don't neglect, the rest of the people will search nearby immediately," Yan Zhu put away his sword, "he should be nearby, pay attention to avoiding the Huaishan faction."

"Yes."

Qiu Yi would come out to beg for food at this time, it must be because there was no water and food in the place where Poria cocos was located, Yan Zhu led people to search it inch by inch from the forest on the outskirts of the city. Afraid of missing something, the speed will not be fast, and every place where people may hide is carefully checked.

Yan Zhu was worried all night, and when it was almost dawn, he finally found the ruined temple.

"My lord, I've searched all around, and only this temple is left."

Yan Zhu nodded, and warned: "Be careful when you go in, say that I came to him, don't provoke him to touch the wound again."

"Yes."

This temple is not too big, but it has been abandoned for a long time, and debris is piled up everywhere. After searching for a while, Yan Zhu walked around the crooked Buddha statue on the ground, and caught a glimpse of a figure behind the altar.

"Fu Ling, is that you?"

No one answered.

Yan Zhu walked in and took a closer look, and the person leaning on the futon was indeed Fu Ling, with his eyes closed tightly, his face pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Fuling!" Yan Zhuxin immediately grabbed each other fiercely, he rushed up quickly, carefully hugged him into his arms, tremblingly checked his pulse, the pulse was a little weak, but his breathing was still steady.

Fortunately, he was not late.

Yan Zhu was frightened into a cold sweat from behind, and finally heaved a sigh of relief at this moment, only to find that besides the Longya Saber, Fu Ling was holding something in his hand, Yan Zhu gently opened his fingers, and looked at the The blood-stained bamboo flower felt that there was nothing special about it except the weaving method was rare, so Li Zhong asked Li Zhong to put it away together with the Longya Saber.

"Go back immediately, and go to the city to find the best doctor at dawn." Yan Zhu picked up Fu Ling and hurried out.

The white belly of the sky turned up, and the darkness that shrouded his head all night was gradually dissipated under the expulsion of the sun. Yan Zhu had never been so flustered and frightened like tonight in his life. Fortunately, the person who touched his heart at that time was finally safe. lying in his arms.

After ten miles of spring breeze.

Do all the chestnut wheat green. (Note)

At the foot of the hillside is a large field of buckwheat, with long and narrow leaves and green whiskers. From a distance, it looks like a pond with green feathers. When the wind blows, there are green waves.

"Fu Ling, I'm going to wash clothes today, so go to the east of the village and find A Niu to play with."

Eight-year-old Fu Ling pouted, grabbed the girl's clothes, and said reluctantly, "Sister Xiaoyun always has so many clothes to wash? I don't want to go to A Niu, he said I am a girl!"

Lin Yun knelt down, put down the wooden basin in her hand, gently touched Fu Ling's head, took out a piece of candied fruit from her purse, and fed it into his mouth, "Fu Ling is obedient, I will give you all these candied fruit, A Niu said you Like a girl, you tell him that you are not a girl, and if he says you are a girl again, sister Xiaoyun will teach him a lesson for you, okay?"

Fu Ling nodded: "Yes! Then when I come back, can sister Xiaoyun tell me a story?"

"Okay." Lin Yun smiled and bent her red phoenix eyes, "When you come back, sister Xiaoyun's clothes will be washed, and you can listen to any stories you want."

Fuling went home and talked to her parents, and happily ran to A Niu's house in the east of the village. On the way, she suddenly felt a little sleepy, so she leaned against a tree and fell asleep. Thinking that he would sleep for such a long time, he thought that sister Xiaoyun must have come back, and he will go to A Niu's house next time, he will go back to find sister Xiaoyun to listen to the story.

But sister Xiaoyun was not at home, and Fu Ling sat at the door of Lin Yun's house, and she didn't come back after waiting for a long time. She was so hungry that she had to go home for dinner first.

"Father, mother, sister, I'm back!" Fu Ling ran into the fenced yard, "Why are you eating so late today..." Jiao Tang Tuandui

The house was in a mess, the scarlet blood hurt his eyes, there was a big blood hole in his father's chest, his sister was full of horror, and his mother looked out the door with her eyes open.

They were motionless, the blood on the ground was bright red, just like the sunset outside the house that dyed half of the sky red, only this incomparably cruel and dazzling color remained in the world, and it was deeply engraved into Fu Ling's life from then on.

He is doomed not to eat this meal.

The author has something to say: Ten Miles of Spring Breeze.

Do all the chestnut wheat green. ——Jiang Kui "Yangzhou Slow"