Vendetta

Fuling didn't take anyone with her, and left Shaoshui County alone. Anyway, the journey was not far away, so he came and went freely by himself, and arrived at Tianji Pavilion in two days.

The Tianji Pavilion has not changed much, it is still the same attic, with black tiles and white walls, closed doors and windows, quietly located on the corner of the street.

But no one knows how many secrets are hidden in this small building. Once the darkest and deepest boxes are opened, it will be hard to escape the bloody storm in the rivers and lakes.

The servant recognized Fuling, and after Fuling showed the secret order, he respectfully welcomed him in.

Going upstairs, Fu Ling looked at the pottery urn on the wall, and no longer found it strange. He waited leisurely in the room, and bent his fingers to knock on the mouth of the urn, making a series of low-pitched sounds.

After waiting for a while, the door of the room opened, and a man in gray came in, dressed the same as Jin Tianwen, but without that indifferent demeanor.

The man in gray gave a literati salute to Fu Ling: "I have met the master of Fu Ling."

Seeing that he closed the door, Fu Ling didn't see Jin Tianwen's shadow, so she asked, "Where's Brother Jin?"

The man in gray: "The master of the pavilion has gone on a long journey, and he is not in the pavilion recently."

Fu Ling didn't say anything, she sat down and picked up the teapot on the table, poured two cups of tea, and put a cup on the opposite side, "Sit down."

The man in gray sat down opposite Fuling: "Thank you, Master Fuling."

"You're welcome," Fu Ling said, "I'm here to ask, after being stung by poisonous scorpions flooding south of the Yangtze River, is there any way to detoxify?"

The man in gray shook his head and said, "I don't know this question, I'm afraid only the pavilion master knows."

Fu Ling then asked: "Where is the Tongtian Sect? Could it be related to the flood of poisonous scorpions in the south of the Yangtze River?"

The man in gray was still shaking his head.

Fu Ling put down the teacup, and said, "You don't know anything, how do you do business? As soon as Brother Jin leaves, will Tianji Pavilion wait to close to drink the northwest wind?"

The man in gray hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Master Fu, please calm down. I'm really ignorant. You can write down your questions and wait for the Pavilion Master to come back and answer them."

Jin Tian asked after leaving, who knows when he will come back?The poisoned people are tortured by the poison every day, their lives are at stake, and they can't wait!

Fu Ling said: "Will he send me a letter when he comes back?"

The gray-clothed man wondered: "The identity and whereabouts of the pavilion master have always been kept secret, in case the news leaks..."

"Who asked you to write that he came back? Just draw a picture for me." Fu Ling looked around, her eyes stopped on the pottery urn on the whole wall, and said, "Just draw a pottery urn. He will be there when he comes back." Draw a pottery urn on paper and send it over, and I will know."

The gray-clothed man was noncommittal, but said: "I will tell the pavilion master."

Seeing that he was cautious everywhere, Fu Ling had nothing else to say, so she got up and left immediately.

Fu Ling didn't intend to embarrass the man in gray, Jin Tianwen was not there, the man in gray was afraid that disaster would come out of his mouth, even if he knew something, he didn't dare to say more.

It's just that Jin Tianwen left at a very bad time. I have never heard of anyone who went to the Tianji Pavilion and couldn't get an answer. Once Jin Tianwen left, the mouths of the people under him became shells. Could it be that Jin Tianwen has been staying there? Can't Tianji Pavilion answer the question?

Still have something to say, have to wait for Jin Tianwen to come back to make a decision?

Full of suspicion, Fu Ling left Tianji Pavilion, walked to a pastry shop, and planned to buy a pack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to eat on the way. He had been out for more than two days, and was anxious to go back to find Yan Zhu.

A person can travel all over the world, but once his heart falls on another person, he travels all over the world, day and night, and only wants to be with that person.

Fu Ling paused with the hand that took the money, and inadvertently turned her head for a quick glance. After paying the money, she took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and walked away while eating.

Going all the way to an empty alley, Fuling stopped, turned around and pressed the person who came in against the wall, and the Dragon Tooth Knife was in front of the person, Fuling said coldly: "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

The man in black was covering his face, and his figure was slender, but the voice of a woman was soft and weak when he spoke: "Young Hero Fu, it's me."

"Ayao? Why is it you?" Fu Ling retracted the knife, and retreated a few steps like getting an electric shock. He didn't touch anything that shouldn't be touched just now, right?

Ayao pulled down the mask, seeing Fu Ling retreating so far, she felt a little lost, but she hoped that Fu Ling would be closer to her like before.

"Fu Shaoxia asked me to check Dingyue before, but your whereabouts are uncertain. Blood Crow failed to send a reply several times. I was afraid that the news was urgent, so I had to come out to look for you..."

Fu Ling said: "I arranged killers in Chunfeng Tower, and let them send them off. Why bother to go there by yourself? The world is dangerous and dangerous. It's not safe for you to be alone in a girl's house."

A Yao heard the worry in his words, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Young Fu Shaoxia don't have to worry, I have learned martial arts along with me these years, which is enough to protect myself."

Fu Ling still shook her head disapprovingly: "We can't do this next time, what if something happens?"

A Yao's heart warmed up, she nodded and said: "Okay, A Yao knows."

"This is not a place for talking," Fu Ling said, "Come with me."

The man in gray had just sent Fu Ling away, but within a short time of a stick of incense, Fu Ling walked into the Tianji Pavilion and brought a girl in black with her.

The man in gray said respectfully: "I don't know if Master Fumen has any questions..."

Fu Ling said: "I have no problem, you can listen to the radio here, can I borrow a place to listen to people talking?"

It’s better to just ask questions, the gray-clothed man breathed a sigh of relief, and took them upstairs kindly, “Of course, even if you sing inside the house, you can’t hear them from outside.”

Fu Ling said righteously: "Don't say such indecent words, I just heard the news."

"..." The grey-clothed man's smile froze, "Of course, the master of the Fu sect is a decent person, please come this way, both of you."

Entering the room, A Yao stared at the pottery urn covering the wall with some surprise, Fu Ling explained very naturally: "This pottery urn can collect the conversation between you and me, preventing the wall from having ears."

A Yao nodded in admiration.

Fu Ling opened the wooden chair and sat down, ready to listen to A Yao's details.

"I found someone who met Ding Yue at the time, and drew a portrait according to the description." A Yao took out a stacked piece of rice paper from her arms, and unfolded it on the table, "She was born well, but unfortunately she is dumb. Even the name was given by the person who sold her."

Fu Ling: "Dumb?"

A Yao said: "Yes, it is said that she was born dumb."

The woman in the painting has delicate eyebrows, and it can be seen that she is a beauty.

However, he had a pair of almond eyes and a melon-shaped face, which were not the same as Ding Huai's Danfeng eyes, and the shape of his face had no similarities with other facial features.

Fu Ling asked, "Is she literate?"

A Yao shook her head: "I don't know, she can't write her own name, she can only make gestures."

Fu Ling said, "This is not Ding Yue."

A Yao didn't understand what he meant, and said: "This is Ding Yue. I drew this portrait after looking for a lot of people to describe it. I have seen her before, so it should be similar to the painting."

Fu Ling asked eagerly: "Have you met Ding Yue? Does she look like Ding Huai?"

A Yao thought about it carefully, and replied: "If Ding Daxia hadn't said Ding Yue was his sister, I wouldn't have linked them together, but it's been too long, I..."

"This is not the real Ding Yue," Fu Ling stood up abruptly, "Ding Yue is not dead at all..."

He guessed right, Ding Yue is not dead... Ding Yue is Lin Yun!

Seeing that his expression was not right, Ayao quickly supported him, and asked worriedly: "Young man Fu, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"It's okay." Fu Ling waved his hand, suddenly he was all over, and asked, "You said you used the blood crow to send a message to me?"

A Yao: "Yeah, I haven't been able to deliver it all the time."

"Ding Huai probably knows that I'm in Zha Dingyue."

Ding Huai is very familiar with Blood Crows, he was the one who raised the third generation of Blood Crows, and he handles most of the affairs of Wan Qiu Clan, so it is easy for him to intercept a letter halfway.

A Yao asked: "Young man Fu, I also hope to help, what happened?"

"It's hard to go into details. I still have something to do. I have to leave first. Take care," Fu Ling hurriedly said, "Go back as soon as you leave the Tianji Pavilion. If you have nothing to do, don't contact Wanqiumen recently. If you have something to do—"

Fuling paused, and then said: "If you have something to do, don't contact me. If you can't make it, you will sell Chunfenglou and run away. There are plenty of places to go in the world, and the most important thing is to save your life."

After speaking, he kicked half of the nailed window and jumped out of the window.

A Yao ran to the window and looked down, but before she could call him, Fu Ling had disappeared.

A Yao: "..."

There was a knock on the door, and the man in gray was standing outside with a teapot in his hand, and asked, "Do you two need tea?"

A Yao opened the door and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you for the hospitality, no need."

The man in gray asked doubtfully, "Where is the master of the Fu sect?"

"He left earlier, so I won't bother you." After A Yao left, the gray-clothed man entered the house. There was only half of the window hanging by the window that could not be dropped.

The man in gray has a bitter face, how will he explain to the pavilion master?This is a window welded with black iron!

No matter what kind of welding Fu Ling is, in his eyes, there is no window that cannot be jumped.

Shaoshui County was affected by the poisonous scorpions, so the roads were already deserted, and there was no one to be seen when it was dark.

Two people, one fat and one thin, stood breathlessly in a remote alley, as if they were waiting for someone.

There was a deathly silence in the alley, and after waiting for a while, the fat man couldn't help but open his mouth first: "This, what is this, what, something?"

The thin man shook his head: "I don't know, the boss said he just bought it outside."

These two people are Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian.

Wang Youqian said: "Yes, but..."

"We are sorry for the boss. This is the first and last time." Zhang Facai took out something from his arms, which was the bamboo flower that Fuling found a few days ago. After the incident, we repaid the kindness, and from now on, the boss will be killed and cut, and I have no complaints."

Wang Youqian said word by word: "Go up the mountain of knives, go down into the sea of ​​fire, wherever you are, don't hesitate."

"I kept you two waiting for a long time." A familiar voice sounded, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian looked at the figure at the entrance of the alley, and they were all taken aback.

At the entrance of the alley came a person, dressed in white and holding a folding fan. When he laughed, his red phoenix eyes slightly raised.

"Ding Huai?"

"Exactly," Ding Huai cupped his hands and said, "Since we are old acquaintances, there is no need to exchange pleasantries. Did you two bring anything with you?"

The author has something to say: I drank two cups of milk tea today, and I will be twice as happy!I'm going to have to type well tonight!come on! Come on!

Good night, little cuties, don’t stay up too late on weekends o(≧v≦)o