Vendetta

"Young Master Yan, what are you painting?"

When Yan Zhu heard this voice, he paused for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked towards the window, his eyes were filled with surprise: "You're back so soon?"

The person leaning against the window tapped his toes and jumped into the house: "You said you have long wings and fly back!"

Yan Zhu stepped forward quickly, took him into his arms, lowered his head slightly to look at the eyebrows and eyes of the person in his arms, and asked softly: "Is the journey safe?"

"Of course it's fine, who am I afraid of when I walk in the rivers and lakes?" Fu Ling raised her head from his arms, stretched her neck and looked at the desk table: "What kind of beauty picture did you draw?"

Yan Zhu pulled him to look at the painting on the table. The snow-white rice paper was still wet, and there was indeed a beauty, holding a black-sheathed broadsword in her hand, her willow-leaf eyes were slightly bent, and she was sitting on the roof tiles in a casual posture. , looking at it with a smile, it is so beautiful.

"I haven't finished the painting yet," Yan Zhu said, "It's not even one ten thousandth of yours."

"That's right, it's a pity that I don't rely on my face to make a living." Fu Ling felt a little embarrassed, picked up the brush, and laid out two more sheets of rice paper next to the picture of the beauties, "I'll give you two calligraphy as well."

He dipped in ink, brushed it twice, and drew four sharp-mouthed animals with round heads and round brains, and asked Yan Zhu, "Guess what these are?"

Yan Zhu looked at the messy brushwork and smudging, and after careful identification, he said solemnly: "It should be a hundred birds chasing the phoenix."

He dared to say it, and some people dared to believe it.

"Am I painted so proudly?" Fu Ling was also a little surprised. He said, "It's not a phoenix. Look at the four chickens gathering together to peck rice. This is called the harmony of the four seasons."

Yan Zhu was slightly stunned, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

"I'll draw another one." Fuling picked up the pen, splashed ink on the paper, and created another one in one go. I don't know if it can be regarded as a painting, so at first glance, the ink spilled won't be so bad.

Yan Zhu looked at it for a long time, and there were two things that looked like fish but didn't look like fish, and they had tentacles, so he guessed: "Fish jumping over the dragon's gate?"

"It's half right," Fu Ling pointed at the painting and explained, "Look, these are two lobsters in the water. This is called Double Dragons Going to Sea."

Whether the painting resembles is another matter, but it is really interesting. Yan Zhu felt that the two paintings in front of him were more vivid than the famous ancient paintings, so he picked up a pen and wrote on the paintings seriously.

The chaotic and noisy paintings are paired with flowing characters, which actually give birth to a bit of harmony, as if it should be so.

"Li Zhong," Yan Zhu put down his pen and called Li Zhong in, "Take these two paintings and frame them properly."

Li Zhong took the two horrific paintings, and the one next to him was flying and dancing, and it was his son's.

As expected of Li Zhong, he was very patient, blinked his stinging eyes, and said without changing his face: "Yes."

Fu Ling added after him: "It's framed and hung up."

"...Yes," Li Zhong asked, "Is it hanging on... the door?"

Hang it on the door to ward off evil spirits, so no ghosts, monsters, sprites will dare to get involved.

"Put it away," Yan Zhu said, "You drew it for me, I don't want others to see it."

The other people are so innocent, Yan Zhu felt very sorry for hurting someone's eyes for no reason.

"Alright then." Fu Ling nodded very reasonablely, then pulled Yan Zhu up and jumped out of the window, "Let's go, play with the beauty on the roof."

The two used their lightness skills to go up to the roof and sat on the tiles. At this time, it was just after noon, Yan Zhu asked: "There are no stars and no moon, what are you going to see?"

Poria lay on the roof tiles, raised her head and looked up: "The sun is quite round, let's enjoy the sun."

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "If the sun is not round, what's the matter?"

The sun is not round, only when the dog swallows the sun, it is an extremely rare ominous omen, and it has always been regarded as a bad omen that disasters are about to happen.

"Isn't the sun as bright as it is round?" Fu Ling looked at him sideways, "I just want to know, what else do you do these days besides poisonous scorpions?"

Yan Zhu pointed to the sky above his head, and said: "Watch the sun rise and set in the east, and watch the clouds change."

Look at the sky at dawn and look at the clouds at dusk, think of you when you walk, and think of you when you sit. (Note)

It means that between day and night, no matter what happens or where you go, you are all you think about.

But Fu Ling hadn't read this sentence, so naturally he didn't know the deep meaning. He looked at the blue sky with a few clouds, so he nodded seriously: "The clouds are very beautiful."

Yan Zhu smiled and said nothing.

Fu Ling asked, "Do you know what I'm doing?"

When Fu Ling came back, she was full of travel and dust, with blue shadows in her eyes, so she was running non-stop all the way, what else could she do?

But Yan Zhu followed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking of you." Fu Ling smiled and poured herself on Yan Zhu's body, sticking out her tongue, "I'm so sour."

Yan Zhu embraced him, and the two hugged and kissed on the roof tiles. At this moment, the wind calmed down, but Yu's heart was burning hot.

After the kiss was over, Fu Ling leaned into Yan Zhu's arms and said, "I'll tell you something."

Yan Zhu: "What's the matter? Just say it."

Fu Ling said: "I plan to go to the northwest."

The smile on Yan Zhu's face froze, and he frowned: "What are you going to the northwest for?"

"The owner of the Tianji Pavilion ran away, and the people below didn't know what to do. I didn't find a way to detoxify it. The poisonous scorpion probably came from the northwest. I might find an antidote there." Fu Ling stretched out her hand to smooth Yan Zhu's brow, "Don't Frown, Mr. Yan, frowns get old quickly."

Yan Zhu took Fu Ling's hand on his forehead, held it, and said: "The poisonous scorpions in the Jiangnan area have not been eliminated yet, I will wait a few days..."

"I can't wait," Fu Ling shook her head, "The medicinal materials are consumed too quickly, people who are poisoned can't wait."

Yan Zhu hesitated in his eyes and didn't speak.

Fu Ling was right, people who were poisoned could not wait, but the distance to the northwest was far away, and it was different from the Central Plains, where good and bad people were mixed at the border, so he was worried.

Yan Zhu said: "I'll send someone to look for it."

"Who can be faster than me?" Fu Ling put her arms around his neck, "Don't worry, I'll take someone with me, everything will be fine."

Yan Zhu lowered his head and didn't respond.

Fu Ling quickly pecked him on the face, and said, "But you're done with your work here, you're going to find me."

Yan Zhu put his arm around his waist, sighed, and said: "Okay, I'll go as soon as the matter here is over."

Before Fuling came back, she made up her mind to go to the northwest, and after explaining to Yan Zhu, she immediately went to Qiu Yi, Zhang Facai, and Wang Youqian to discuss going to the northwest.

Qiu Yi: "Why do you want to go to the northwest?"

Fu Ling rolled her eyes: "I just said a long paragraph, did you treat it like a fart?"

"I know I need to find the antidote, but why don't you go to the northwest?" Qiu Yi asked, "I mean, how do you know that the scorpion came from the northwest?"

Fu Ling said: "Guess, are you going or not?"

Qiu Yi said: "Of course I'm going, Mr. Yan told you, right?"

This matter is complicated, and Fu Ling himself is not clear about it, but he has a hunch that he must go to the northwest to find a way to detoxify.

So Fu Ling nodded and said, "That's right."

Qiu Yi agreed to go together, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian naturally followed, Liu Wanqing stayed behind and went to the remaining towns in the south of the Yangtze River with Yan Zhu.

Fu Ling has always done things straightforwardly, never mopping the ground with water, anyway, the four of them are used to walking in the rivers and lakes, and they don't have much to pack, so they prepared their horses and were ready to set off the next day.

Yan Zhu stuffed a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into Fu Ling's arms, and carefully instructed: "Take care of yourself, don't be impulsive when things happen, and put your own safety first."

Fu Ling bent her eyes and smiled: "I know, you too."

Yan Zhu's eyes were deep, he raised his hand and slowly touched Fu Ling's face, feeling extremely reluctant, no matter how good Fu Ling's martial arts is, but Yan Zhu is still worried when he is not by his side, and even wants to drag him back and let him stay forever Where you can see and touch, don't leave half a cent.

But the poisoned people in Jiangnan were still waiting for help, and Yan Zhu couldn't ignore it.

"I'll wait for you to come to me." Fu Ling stretched out her arms to hug him, then stepped on the horse's back, put on the mask, and looked back at Yan Zhu: "I'm leaving!"

After speaking, he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, looking chic and unrestrained, without the sadness of parting. Qiu Yi, Zhang Facai, and Wang Youqian followed behind him, and the four quickly left.

Yan Zhu stood at the same spot, quietly watching Fu Ling gradually drifting away, until the figure that haunted him completely disappeared under the clear sky like water in the south of the Yangtze River.

After running for half a mile, Fu Ling suddenly pulled the reins and stopped, looking back.

Qiu Yi said: "You were so chic just now, can't you bear it now?"

"I'm afraid that if I stay for a long time, I won't be able to bear it anymore, so I have to walk faster when I leave, so as not to regret it." Fu Ling stretched her neck and looked back, her eyes suddenly lit up: "He hasn't left yet, he's still looking at me !"

Qiu Yi said: "How is it possible..."

Zhang Facai: "Is there someone standing there?"

Wang Youqian also turned around: "Okay, it seems to be true, Mr. Yan."

Looking from a distance, there is a person wearing green clothes, with a long body standing tall, like a small ink dot among the clear water and blue sky.

And the color of this ink dot is extremely thick, rendering a whole scroll of ink and wash in Fu Ling's heart, which has become his treasured and cherished masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Looking back, at the other end of the long road, there are still people standing there, watching him go if he wants to go, and waiting for him to turn around and go back if he doesn't want to go.

He is no longer alone, someone is waiting for him, looking forward to him, and thinking of him.

"Young master, a letter from Huo Shan."

Yan Zhu withdrew his gaze, even though he could not see Fu Ling at all, he still stood for a while before turning around and accepting the letter that Li Zhong handed over.

Chang Rusong wrote in the letter that the Chuanqiongmen would call all sects of the rivers and lakes to discuss important matters in the martial arts. The Huoshan faction had many affairs and was far away from Chuanqiongmen.

It is common for Yan Zhu to represent the Huoshan faction to attend such occasions. He has no reason to refuse this matter. He thinks that coming to the martial arts conference should be to discuss the matter of the poisonous scorpion and the Tongtian religion. With all the sects gathering, maybe they can really come up with some solutions.

It's just that it will be a little later to find Poria in this way.

But if other sects have detoxification methods, Fuling doesn't have to go to the northwest to look for it, so Yan Zhu decided to go there.

Yan Zhu browsed through the letter, and wrote back to Chang Rusong after returning home, stating that he would be there as scheduled. After handing the letter to Li Zhong, he confessed: "Now that we have found a way to get rid of the poisonous scorpions, the rest of Jiangnan It won’t take long for the town to go to Chuanqiongmen after getting rid of the local bureaucracy.”

Li Zhong replied: "Yes."

The author has something to say: When you look at the sky at dawn and at dusk, you look at the clouds, when you walk, you think about you, and when you sit, you think about you. ——Tang Yin's "One Cut Plum"