Vendetta

Has that woman ever seen a real sword?Everything was explained right away.

It turned out that when she opened the door just now, her husband ran from the backyard to report to Zhengxinhui.

Yan Zhu asked in a cold voice: "Why did the Zhengxin Society arrest him?"

The woman hugged the child and shook her head in horror: "I don't know, my husband knows it rightly, I really don't know..."

"Li Zhong, call the hidden guards immediately, and prepare to go to Zhengxinhui." Yan Zhu put away his sword, rubbed the center of his brows, and felt that he was really confused, what kind of ability is it to intimidate women and children?

"Yes."

"I also quickly asked Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian to come over and go to Zhengxin Meeting with you." Qiu Yi took out a ebony token, and not long after, a blood crow appeared in midair.

The Zhengxin Society is not far from here, just on the opposite mountainside. Most of the people gathered here are ordinary people whose lives are difficult to maintain, or those who have mild poisoning but are unable to cure them. Follow the Zhengxin Society to rob the rich and help the poor. Have money to buy medicine for yourself or your family.

Shaoshui County relies on fishing for its livelihood. Zhou Qi banned fishing and banned the market, which cut off their livelihood.

Many people didn't even understand what rebellion meant, but they saw a glimmer of life here.

"They're all ordinary people, without martial arts, don't hurt the innocent." Yan Zhu glanced at the buildings on the mountainside, his brows and eyes were full of anxiety, "Everyone scatter, look for Fu Ling."

Fuling woke up and found himself lying on a bed. The drug hadn't worn off at all. He felt a little weak, but he didn't feel any other discomfort. The furnishings in the room were simple, with wooden tables, wooden beds, and wooden cabinets. Other than that there was no other furniture.

His dragon tooth knife was placed on the wooden platform by the window.

"Are you awake?" The door opened, and Wu Zian came in with a plate.

A scent of leeks filled the room, and on the plate were freshly baked leek cakes.

Fu Ling sat down next to Long Ya Knife, and asked, "Senior brother, what are you doing?"

"You asked me what to do? I want to ask what you want to do!" Wu Zian threw the plate of chive cakes on the table, and the porcelain plate made a crisp sound, "If I don't come, you plan to make it for someone else Forever male favorite?"

Fu Ling was stunned: "...Huh?"

Wu Zian was furious: "Don't pretend to me! Didn't you say that you are going to take revenge? My father taught you the sword technique and asked you to do this? It's a shame!"

Fu Ling realized that he had misunderstood her relationship with Yan Zhu, and quickly stood up and said, "Senior brother, you misunderstood, I am not..."

"Don't call me Senior Brother! I've been pretending since I was a child, thanks to my parents being so kind to you!" Wu Zian pushed over with his palm, hitting Fuling's chest. Fuling's injury was still not healed, so he staggered a few steps and fell to his seat on the bed.

Wu Zian didn't know that he had internal injuries. Seeing his weak appearance, he suddenly thought of something, and felt even more angrily. He grabbed his collar and said, "What's wrong with you? The man next to you doesn't practice qigong anymore, does he? What did it do to you?"

Fu Ling's chest was full of blood, and he panted: "Senior brother, it's not like this, I didn't approach him, he and I are..."

There was a loud noise outside the door, which interrupted Fu Ling's words. The wooden door flew in, hit the cabinet, and fell to pieces. Yan Zhu stood at the door holding the Kunwu sword.

Then he saw the scene inside the house, Fu Ling sat on the bed with a pale face, a strange man leaned over and grabbed his collar, the two of them turned their heads to look at it.

Long Ya Dao was placed beside him, Fu Ling didn't move or resist, he must know this person and behave intimately with this person.

Yan Zhu's face sank like water, and Kun Wujian pointed at Wu Zian with killing intent: "Let him go."

"I didn't look for you, you came by yourself." Wu Zian let go of Fu Ling, narrowed his eyes, and drew out the knife.

Fu Ling grabbed Wu Zian: "No, I haven't finished talking yet, I don't have that kind of relationship with him..."

"You fucking shut up!" Wu Zian pushed Fu Ling away, turned around, "You don't want to get close to him again!"

When Yan Zhu heard Fuling's words, he looked at Fuling in disbelief: "You said we have nothing to do with each other?"

Fu Ling really wanted to slap himself, and the more he talked, the more confused he was, he quickly said again: "I didn't mean that, I meant..."

However, the two people next to him had no time to talk about what Fuling meant. Wu Zian had already rushed forward with his knife in hand. He had traveled all these years and met many people and things. The saber technique has also improved a lot, even if he loses to Yan Zhu, he doesn't show any timidity, and the saber technique is full of anger, which is a bit heavier than usual.

No matter how annoying Fu Ling is, he is also his younger brother, who was taught by his father with painstaking efforts, and no one can tolerate insults!

"Don't fight, listen to me first!" Fu Ling shouted a few times, but the two still ignored them, and kept moving. This earth-shattering burst, is it okay to fight?

"I told you not to fight!" Fu Ling roared, pulled out the Dragon Tooth Knife, gathered strength in her hand, and chopped off the bed leg with one blow, causing the curtain pole hanging on the bed to fall to the ground with a crackling sound.

Yan Zhu and Wu Zian stopped and looked at him together.

Fu Ling supported the knife: "Stand on both sides, step back a foot, and don't move."

Although Yan Zhu was angry, he still complied. He took a few steps back, but he didn't withdraw his sword.

Wu Zian's martial arts were far inferior to Yan Zhu's. He was injured a little bit, and he didn't listen to Fu Ling's command at all. He stood there and said, "What's your name? Are you still shameless? Still protecting him!"

Fu Ling said in her heart, if I don't protect him, he can beat you to death, but Fu Ling knows that Wu Zian needs face since he was a child, and if he really said it, he would definitely turn his face on the spot.

Yan Zhu is still easy to talk to.

"Yan Zhu, this is my senior brother Wu Zian," Fu Ling explained to Yan Zhu, "He misunderstood our relationship, we are in love with each other."

Yan Zhu's expression softened slightly, but he still held the sword.

Wu Zian glared at Fu Ling with his eyes, pointed the knife at Yan Zhu, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is a man!"

"I can see that he is a man." Fu Ling walked to Yan Zhu's side and held his hand, "I like him."

Yan Zhu embraced Fu Ling, and looked at Wu Zian with cold eyes.

Wu Zian was trembling with anger: "You...you get lost!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and rushed out the door.

"What are you doing here? What's so interesting about men and men!" Wu Zian roared, "Get out of the way!"

Qiu Yi, Zhang Facai, Wang Youqian, who were eavesdropping at the door, and Li Zhong, who failed to follow in, moved out of the way neatly.

Fu Ling said: "It's okay, my senior brother has this temperament, he will be fine after a while."

Yan Zhu didn't answer, and let go of his hand expressionlessly.

Seeing his expression, Fu Ling immediately realized that something was wrong, stepped forward to hold him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You went with him by yourself?" Although Yan Zhu was unhappy, he was not willing to pull his hand away, let him hold him, and asked with a frown: "Do you know how worried I am about you? I thought it was the Huaishan School The people who took you away!"

"How could I go with him without saying hello? I was unprepared, and I don't know where he heard the rumors that I was your male favorite, and he tied me here with drugs and was about to beat me up," Fu Ling saw his expression. Shaoji breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face against his arm, and said aggrievedly: "If you didn't come, he would have hit me just now."

Yan Zhu could tell that Wu Zian wanted to protect Fu Ling, so he naturally knew that Wu Zian would not beat him, and he also knew that the person in front of him was obviously putting on an act, but the coldness on his face was still gone. So he reached out and hugged Poria in his arms.

"Forget it, I was in a hurry and confused."

"Oops——" Qiu Yi covered his eyes, just took a step in, turned around and stepped out with the other foot, "I think you two should be fine, don't bother me."

"I have to go find my senior brother," Fu Ling picked up the leek cake on the table, "No matter how you say it, the Zhengxin Society is considered a rebellion, so let him disband immediately."

Yan Zhu nodded: "Then I'll wait for you here."

Fu Ling took the plate of chilled leek pancakes, went to the kitchen to reheat them, and then searched a lot before finding Wu Zian in the back corner of the house.

Wu Zian was sitting on the steps, his back was that of an adult man, Fu Ling remembered that year when he went to school to give Wu Zian buns.

At that time, Wu Zian also avoided other people in the same way, and sat alone with his head bowed.

"Brother."

Wu Zian turned his head and said angrily, "Why are you here?"

After he said this, both of them were taken aback.

"I haven't seen you for many years, senior brother is still the same." Fu Ling laughed, sat down beside him, and handed him the leek pancake.

"You're still just as stupid as you can fry in a pan!" Having said that, Wu Zian picked up a piece of pancake and threw the rest along with the plate beside Fu Ling, "Taste a piece yourself!"

Fuling picked up the piece of cake and took a bite. The smell of chives filled his mouth and nose. He narrowed his eyes and remembered the time in Dongqing Town, the steaming steamer, the fine white flour, the steamed buns and buns held by the cloth ...

His wife brought out a plate of leek pancakes and secretly stuffed eggs into his arms. The master leaned on a cane and stood by the trailer, looking at him with a smile.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and every time I think about it, it was really a happy and worry-free time, one of the few years in Fuling's life that is worth cherishing.

"Fu Ling," Wu Zian ate the leek cake, "I never liked you since I was a child."

Fu Ling nodded: "I know."

"I hate you, you are so annoying to death," Wu Zian said while holding the knife, "but you are my father's apprentice, my junior brother, if you are bullied, you are embarrassing me and my father, you hear No?"

"I heard that," Fu Ling rolled her eyes, "Brother, how have you been doing these years?"

Wu Zian said: "You don't care how I live, anyway, with that money, I just don't want to starve to death."

Fu Ling nodded, and didn't say any more. Their brothers and sisters have always had nothing to say, so it's very rare to be able to sit and chat together calmly today.

After a moment of silence, Fu Ling said: "Brother, righteousness is a rebellion, so we can't stay."

"I know it's a rebellion. I've read more books than you. The world is not benevolent and treats everything as a dog. The saint is not benevolent and treats the people as a dog. (Note)" Wu Zian finished eating the leek cake in a few mouthfuls, and then said: "These years I walked around and went to many places, what do you think the world is in chaos? Let’s talk about Shaoshui County, who wants to rebel if there is a way to survive?”

That's why Wu Zian joined the Zhengxin Association, hoping to lead these ordinary people to find a way out.

"I believe that there is one person who can change the world."

"Who?"

"Third Prince Yan Guangyao."

Wu Zian frowned and said, "Are you dazed? What kind of ecstasy soup did he pour into you to make you so determined?"

"He is the best person in the world. He has the world in his heart. He is a true chivalrous gentleman. If anyone can change the world, it must be him." Fu Ling sat on the steps and looked into the distance. There was light in his eyes, and his voice was soft but firm: "I will do my best to help him."

The author has something to say: the world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog; the sage is not benevolent, and treats the people as a straw dog. —— "Tao Te Ching"