Vendetta

Fast-forward three years, and Fu Ling is already a teenager. "Nine Layers of Swordsmanship" combined with the internal skills taught by Taoist Master Bugui, his martial arts improvement can be described as fast as flying.

One day, Fuling came back from the back mountain after practicing light exercises, feeling a little hungry, and wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Just found half of a radish, and before I could stuff it into my mouth, I suddenly heard a sound behind me, Fu Ling turned her head vigilantly: "Who?"

"Me." A person stood up from the woodpile, looking at Fu Ling with those big round eyes, it was Qiu Yi.

Fu Ling asked: "Qiu Yi? Why are you here?"

Qiu Yi didn't answer, but asked instead: "I haven't asked you yet, why do you go out every night without sleeping?"

Fu Ling didn't bother to find excuses to lie to him, so she answered truthfully, "Practice."

"What skills do you want to practice at night?" Qiu Yi stared at him closely, "Did you sneak down the mountain and go to that kind of place?"

Fu Ling didn't understand: "What kind of place?"

Qiu Yi said in an unnatural tone: "It's, that's the kind of place that does business at night, what kind of fireworks and willow land is gentle..."

Fu Ling smiled and said, "Why should I go to that kind of place?"

"That's right." Qiu Yi stared at Fu Ling's face for a long time, then nodded, "You seem to be at a disadvantage when you go to that kind of place."

Qiu Yi had never seen such a good-looking person as Fuling before, with picturesque features and snow-white skin, let alone a man!

Fu Ling continued, "Besides, I have no money."

Qiu Yi: "..."

"Okay, go back to sleep." Fu Ling took a bite of the radish and waved at Qiu Yi.

"Wait a minute," Qiu Yi said, taking out a steamed bun, "Aren't you hungry?"

Fu Ling raised her eyebrows: "Did you save it for me?"

Qiu Yi said: "I've been watching you sneak out for many days, otherwise, who do you think will leave steamed buns for you in the kitchen every day?"

Fu Ling took the steamed bun, and smiled with her eyes bent: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, we're all brothers," Qiu Yi thought for a while, and said, "Will you participate in the competition in three months? Outer disciples who get the rankings can be promoted to inner disciples, and they might even be able to become apprentices!" "

Fu Ling ate the steamed bun and said vaguely, "I'll think about it."

Three months later—

"The winner of this match is still Lin Rongsheng!"

Lu Changen looked at his apprentice Lin Rongsheng and nodded in satisfaction.

Today, the Holly Sect held a competition within the sect. Lin Rongsheng had already practiced the "Nine Layers of Sword Art" to the fifth level.

The head Zhao Xu said with a smile: "Chang'en really took in a good apprentice, and he is so powerful before he reaches the crown."

Lu Chang'en said modestly: "Master is absurd."

Lu Chang'en's second junior brother said: "Senior brother is really good at teaching disciples, and we are beyond our reach."

The third younger brother agreed: "Nephew Rong Sheng is a genius, compared to that Huo Shan Yanzhu, he is not much better."

Fu Ling and Qiu Yi stood in the crowd, and he asked Qiu Yi, "Who is Huo Shan Yanzhu?"

Qiu Yi said: "Haven't you heard of this? He is a genius who is rare in a hundred years. He is only 17 years old now. Many famous masters in the world are not as good as him. Last year, Ghost Ax and Heroes died under his sword."

Fu Ling doesn't know any ghosts and axes, who can chop wood and do tricks?

Qiu Yi glanced at the people on the stage, and rolled his eyes in disdain. His big eyes and rolling eyes were much more powerful than his holding a knife. The genius I met, won the leader among the young disciples of the martial arts conference, Lin Rongsheng has never even been out of the sect, so he knows how to fart behind closed doors, who in the world knows him?"

The few people on the stage complimented each other, and when they had finished talking nonsense, Zhao Xu said, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Lin Rongsheng? If not, then this year's leader is—"

"Wait a minute!"

A crisp young voice sounded, and everyone looked back to see who was so arrogant and dared to challenge Lin Rongsheng. They saw a young man standing in the crowd with a long knife on his back, and said loudly: "I want to challenge!"

This young man was born very well, with picturesque features, a pair of willow-leaf eyes, and long ink-like hair tied behind his back, which further accentuated his fair skin and slender figure.

This person is Poria.

Everyone has a love for beauty. If such a beauty is really hurt by the knife, it will make people feel distressed. Someone beside him whispered to persuade him not to be impulsive.

Qiu Yi grabbed Fu Ling and said anxiously: "Fu Ling, he has already practiced to the sixth level! No new disciple in the sect can compare to him, please calm down!"

Qiu Yisheng was afraid that it was his own words that made Fu Ling feel that Lin Rongsheng was weak, so he wanted to challenge him as soon as he got hot.

Fu Ling was unwavering: "I want to see how many boring farts he can fart."

Lu Changen said: "You are my apprentice, so let us see what your master has taught you."

The third junior sneered and said, "Wu Heng's apprentice? No wonder I think the buns these days are so delicious."

Everyone knew Wu, the lame bun seller at the foot of the mountain, laughed at the same time.

Back then, Wu Heng was the most gifted disciple of that generation. Wu Heng's master was Zhao Xu's senior brother, and he only accepted him as a disciple. With their legs broken and no martial arts at all, these people only have joy in their hearts.

Fu Ling ignored other people's comments, he walked up to the competition stage step by step, his eyes swept over everyone on the stage, and finally stopped on Lin Rongsheng.

"Brother Lin please advise."

Lin Rongsheng has good talent, he was born tall and burly, and his facial features are fairly well-rounded. His smile is very similar to that of Lu Changen, and he has the same malicious intentions. He looked at Fuling with a bit of filth in his eyes: "Little beauty, why don't you forget it?" ? I can't bear to hurt you."

Fu Ling had already drawn her saber to bully her, and she was not polite: "Open your dog's eyes and see clearly, I will take care of you!"

Lin Rongsheng smiled and swung his knife to resist, but he didn't expect that Fu Ling's blow was extremely heavy. He stopped his smile, turned around and wanted to throw the force back to Fu Ling.

Unexpectedly, with just a light touch, Fu Ling lifted the knife into the air, easily defusing his attack, then turned around and left with the knife again, approaching Lin Rongsheng's Tianling Gai.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. They thought it would be over soon, but they didn't expect the two to decide the outcome after more than a dozen moves, and Lin Rongsheng even fell into a disadvantage.

"Nine Layers of Swordsmanship" pays attention to strength, every style and every knife is fierce and aggressive, but it also has shortcomings-not enough speed and flexibility.

Fuling has been learning lightness kung fu and internal strength from Taoist Master Bugui for more than three years, and his body is as light as a swallow. Moving at night makes his hearing more sensitive, listening to sounds, and recognizing positions by sound.

Fu Ling integrated the lightness kung fu into the saber technique to make the saber technique more flexible and free. He saw that Lin Rongsheng was eager to learn the saber technique, and his internal strength and basic skills were not solid.

But so what if you learn the sword technique quickly?

Fu Ling raised the corners of her lips, took two steps back, and flew up.

Lu Changen's smile faltered, and the third junior brother beside him gasped: "Yes... it's the sixth level of saber technique!"

"The sixth heavy sword technique? How is it possible!"

"How talented is this person? He has even reached the sixth stage!"

"I heard that Third Martial Uncle has just passed the seventh stage this year, and in a few years, this person may be about to..."

The competition on the stage was over, Lin Rongsheng blocked Fuling's knife, Fuling seemed to have expected it, and kicked towards the deadliest spot between his legs.

Lin Rongsheng let out a strange cry, and immediately let go of the knife, clutching his buttocks and rolling all over the floor in pain.

A swordsman can never let go of his sword at any time, and Lin Rongsheng's behavior of throwing down his sword by himself is even more insulting to his identity as a swordsman.

Lu Chang'en said angrily: "Our dignified Dongqing sect is a well-known and upright sect, how can we use such low methods, it is simply insulting the sect..."

Fu Ling sneered, swords and swords are in the rivers and lakes, life and death are at the mercy of one thought, who cares what method you use, go discuss the family style with the ghost gate!

Before he could refute Lu Changen, Zhao Xu interrupted him: "Okay! What a hero! Fu Ling, from today onwards, you are my fourth disciple."

A little hesitation flashed in Fu Ling's eyes. He didn't want to worship Zhao Xu as his teacher at all, but so what if he didn't want to?

Taoist Master Bugui is right, how can he learn sword skills without apprenticeship?Zhao Xu is the only person in Dongqingmen who has practiced the "Nine Layers of Sword Art" to the ninth level. No matter how high Fu Ling's comprehension is, he can't learn the third level by himself. Becoming obsessed, Fu Ling has no choice if she wants to take revenge, become stronger, or live up to her master's expectations.

Fu Ling clenched the knife in her hand, knelt down to kowtow to Zhao Xu, and said obediently, "Yes, Master."

Fu Ling knew that Wu Heng would not blame him. When Wu Heng sent him to the Holly Gate, he might have expected it.

It's just that he still feels sorry for Master.

Zhao Xu smiled, ignoring the dissatisfaction of his other disciples, and said loudly: "This year's disciple competition in the sect, the leader is Fu Ling!"

That night, Lu Changen was pouring tea for Zhao Xu in the room. There was no one else around, so he finally couldn't help but said, "Master, how can you accept Poria cocos as an apprentice?"

Fuling was originally Wu Heng's apprentice and Lu Changen's nephew. Now that Zhao Xu has taken Fuling as his apprentice, Fuling is Lu Changen's peer!

Zhao Xu picked up the teacup and said unhurriedly: "Why not? He is extremely talented, and he will surely make great achievements in the future. With him around, my Holly Sect's reputation will be just around the corner."

There was such a genius in the Jianghu, he was Zhao Xu's apprentice from Dongqingmen, he was better than Zhao Xu's senior brother and Wu Heng back then!

Lu Changen said anxiously: "But he is Wu Heng's apprentice! What if he finds out what we did to Master and Wu Heng..."

Zhao Xu knocked the teacup on the table with a fierce look in his eyes: "He won't know."

Lu Changen rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "You mean..."

"Isn't Wu Heng just a crippled trash now?" Zhao Xu said, "Letting him live for so many years is considered exhausting fellowship. Why don't you send him to see my good senior brother earlier."

Zhao Xu picked up the teacup again and poured the tea on the ground: "The dead can't speak, so this cup of tea should be used to wish them a reunion in advance."

Lu Chang'en's eyes were full of viciousness, he respectfully said: "Yes, I understand, Master, don't worry."

At three o'clock in Haishi, Fu Ling came to the back mountain again, and now he was walking on the roof, as if walking on flat ground, extremely fast and silent, like a shadow in the dark night.

Fu Ling fell from the roof, a little frustrated: "I worship Zhao Xu as my teacher."

"Whether you are a teacher or not, you can know it in your own mind, why bother to stick to an empty ceremony?" Taoist Master Bugui said with a smile, "I have taught you all the exercises of "Six Steps to the Sky", and the rest you just need to work hard. More practice, now that Zhao Xu has accepted you as an apprentice, you need to devote yourself to learning the sword technique, but don't neglect the improvement of lightness skills and internal strength."

Fu Ling heard that there was something in the long speech of the Taoist, but she still nodded first.

""Nine-Fold Sword Art" is actually not nine-fold. It was originally twelve-fold, and it was called "Twelve-Fold Golden Saber" hundreds of years ago. "Sword Technique", because not many people can practice the first nine levels, and the last three levels cannot be practiced alone, the cause and effect of which are gradually less known."

"Daoist..."

Taoist Master Bugui went on to say: "If you want to win the world, then go and practice the "Three Wu Swordsmanship"."

Fu Ling raised her head abruptly. In the silent night, he heard the beating of his own heart. It was not only for revenge, but also a longing and longing for strength, and an obsession with martial arts and sword skills.

After a long time, Fu Ling calmed down, and he asked, "Master, are you leaving?"

Taoist Master Bugui nodded, three years had passed, Fu Ling had grown a lot, but Taoist Master Bugui didn't seem to have changed much, he was still calm and indifferent, no different from when we first met.

"Then shall I see you again?"

"We'll see you again when the time comes."

After speaking, Dao of No Return waved his sleeves and disappeared into the moonlight in a few clicks.

Zhao Xu had three apprentices, all of whom had begun to accept apprentices alone, so they all had their own independent courtyards. Fu Ling lived with Zhao Xu in the courtyard of the head when he was young.

There is a sense of wealth and nobility everywhere in this courtyard, it doesn't look like the head of the sect lives there, but it seems like a local rich man lives there.

The Holly Sect may not have a great reputation in the Jianghu. For so many years, the martial arts level of the disciples in the sect has been very average-all of them are average. Only Wu Heng and Wu Heng's master are talented, but they died before they emerged. .

It is not without reason that the Holly Gate has not been able to flourish.

However, no matter how bad it is, it is still an old sect, and it is the only Jianghu sect in Dongqing Town. It is sheltered by it for a radius of ten miles. There are no major disputes in the rivers and lakes, and they can live in peace and stability.

Now it seems that the money for asylum should be used for the "God of Wealth" to build a temple-there are various jade ornaments, ebony window lattices, rosewood tables, chairs and screens in the house. Know that the price is not cheap.

The money flowed to the "God of Wealth Zhao". It is unlikely that Zhao Xu would protect the people when he was alive. I wonder if Zhao Xu will be able to protect the people in the sky after his death.

In the center of the room was a big knife with a black sheath. On the scabbard, the word "Dragon Tooth" was engraved in Yangwen Xiaozhuan. The shape of the knife was somewhat similar to that of the Big Ring Knife. It is shaped like a dragon's head, and there are two obsidian inlaid in the longan. Fuling just glanced at it casually, and couldn't move his eyes away.

Although this knife does not have gorgeous decorations, it has an aura that is hard to ignore.

Zhao Xu introduced to Fu Ling quite proudly: "This knife is called Longya. It is an ancient evil knife with a very strong sword spirit. It is forged from ancient black iron with blood. Only the best swordsman in the world can pull it out."

There was a dragon coiled around the scabbard, and before it was unsheathed, one could faintly feel a sinister aura on the blade.

This Dragon Tooth Saber is much bigger than Zhao Xu's saber. It has a rope on the back and can be carried behind your back. Simpler.

Fu Ling asked, "Master, is this your knife?"

Naturally, Zhao Xu couldn't afford to be the number one swordsman in the world, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face: "This is the treasure handed down from the Holly Sect."

Before Fuling asked why the sect's treasure was placed by the head's bedside, Zhao Xu took him out of the room, and then walked around the corridor to the library of Dongqingmen.

Zhao Xu asked, "Are you literate?"

Fu Ling nodded. Wu Heng had taught him to read and write in order to let him understand "Nine Layers of Sword Art".

Zhao Xu took out a few books, handed them to Fu Ling, and said, "Don't go out these few days, read these books by heart."

Fu Ling saw that it wasn't a secret book on sword techniques, but "The Analects of Confucius", "Book of Rites" and "Great Learning". He often used these books to take Wu Zian to his school.

In the future, he will travel the rivers and lakes after learning sword skills, and kill enemies with his hands, and he is not going to be the number one scholar. What are you doing reading these?

Zhao Xu said: "Copy all these books and learn the etiquette carefully. From now on, you are a disciple of the Dongqing Sect and my apprentice. How can Wu Heng have nothing to do with you anymore, understand?"

Fu Ling felt that there was something in his words and was puzzled, but Zhao Xu was still waiting for his answer.

Fu Ling could only nod her head: "Understood."

Coming out of Zangshu Pavilion, Fu Ling took the book back to her room.

It was the first time he lived in such a nice house. Although it was not as luxurious as Zhao Xu's, it was already very good. The bed was covered with satin cotton quilts, the same pear wood tables and chairs, and the floor was covered with carpets.

Fuling burned a few sticks of incense, knelt on the ground, and bowed to the direction where her parents and sisters were buried.

"Father, mother, sister, don't worry, I will definitely learn the sword skills well, and I will avenge you in the future..."

At night, Fuling lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and Zhao Xu's words played over and over in his mind.

"How Wu Heng is no longer has anything to do with you."

Fu Ling suddenly started up, his heart was beating like a drum, he couldn't sleep no matter what, he wanted to go down the mountain to see Wu Heng.

Fu Ling stuffed the pillow into the quilt, and put a coat on top, pretending that someone was lying in it—but no one would come to see it anyway.

He wasn't wearing the clothes of the disciples of the Holly Sect, the green was too conspicuous, so he put on the black clothes he only wore when he saw the Taoist priest who had never returned, and when he was ready, he picked up his saber and jumped out of the window.

Along the way, he was worried and kept saying silently in his heart that nothing would happen...

The author has something to say: today's update is relatively early haha