Vendetta

The old man opened the wooden door, and saw Fu Ling and his party standing at the door.

The old man asked, "Diarrhea?"

Poria: "No."

"rash?"

"No."

"Sunburn?"

"It's not me," Fu Ling brought the girl in yellow to the old man, "it's her."

The old man glanced at her and asked, "Is she pregnant?"

The girl in yellow froze for a moment, blushed and shook her head.

Qiu Yi next to him couldn't stand it anymore: "This girl is injured, let's ask if there is any medicine for the injury."

The old man turned around and entered the room. After a while, he took out a jar of ointment and handed it to Fu Ling, then stretched out a dry hand and spread it out in front of Fu Ling.

Fu Ling understood, took out a piece of broken gold and put it in the palm of the old man.

In the Northwest, neither copper coins nor silver are easy to use. The coins of different countries are different, and only gold is the best circulation.

The old man put the gold in his hand to cushion the weight, then nodded slightly, and closed the door.

"Here you are." Fu Ling handed the medicine to the girl in yellow.

The girl in yellow gratefully took the medicine and thanked her repeatedly.

"You're welcome," Fu Ling asked, "Does the girl speak Fanyu?"

There are actually many kinds of Fan language, but in the Central Plains, all foreign languages ​​are called Fan language.

"Yes, I can speak nonsense," the girl in yellow nodded, "my father is a nonsense."

Fu Ling said: "That's great, we're looking for something, but we can't speak the language, so I want to ask the girl for help."

"I will definitely try my best, thank you young hero for helping me out," the girl in yellow frowned and said worriedly, "But those two are the attendants of Lord Yuhun, if Lord Yuhun finds out, they will definitely come to trouble you. "

Fu Ling asked, "What is Guhun? Who is it?"

The girl in yellow explained: "It was the original Rouran nobleman, the Guhun clan."

Qiu Yi asked suspiciously: "Hasn't Rouran already destroyed the country?"

Zhang Facai next to him explained: "Rouran is indeed annihilated, but the emperor of the current dynasty treated the nobles of Rouran preferentially, and still appointed officials and nobles to retain their original status."

This move is to wear down the will of the Rouran nobles to restore the country. Rouran is not a small country. The previous emperor spent a lot of effort to bring down Rouran. Rouran is a tribal clan, and the power of each tribe has not disappeared. The current emperor is not like his father. With great ambitions, he would not go to war if he could not start a war. As long as the fire in the west did not burn to the Central Plains, he would naturally coax him as long as he could.

But it will inevitably leave disaster.

Fu Ling said unfairly: "Rouran's nobles actually bully our people? What's the reason for that!"

Qiu Yi followed and said: "Yes, yes, girl, don't be afraid, my brother is very good at martial arts, no matter how many people come to that bastard, he can't do anything to him!"

Fu Ling patted Qiu Yi's shoulder and said, "I'm not that powerful. If Guhun sends a hundred masters from the Western Regions, they will be able to beat me to death."

Qiu Yi glared at him: "Will you die if you follow me?"

Fu Ling was not intimidated by his big and round eyes at all: "I will not die if you say so, but if I am besieged by a hundred masters, I may really die."

One enemy to one hundred is just a legend in the rivers and lakes, and Fu Ling has not yet become a legend.

The bickering between the two has been going on since childhood, and once it started, Zhang Facai had no choice but to interrupt, "Did you just want to sell this little lamb?"

The girl in yellow said: "Yes, my father went to see a doctor and borrowed money from someone. I want to sell the lamb to pay off the debt."

Fu Ling took out a piece of gold and handed it to the girl in yellow, "Are these enough?"

The girl in yellow waved her hand, refusing to take it: "The benefactor just helped me, it's a great kindness, I can't take this money."

Fu Ling said: "If you have paid off the debt, if there is any leftover, I will buy some food for your father to nourish your body..."

"No need," the girl in yellow said with a sad face and trembling voice, "My father is no longer here..."

"I'm sorry, I don't know... Miss's condolences," Fu Ling said, "Take it as a reward for the girl. I'll see you at the south of the market tomorrow morning."

After seeing off the girl in yellow, they wandered around the town and found an inn to settle down.

Northwest eats less rice, mainly beef and mutton, and the cakes made of wheat are dry and hard. Fu Ling asks Xiaoer for a bowl of warm water, and soaks the cakes in the water until they soften.

"What are you doing looking at me like that?" Fu Ling noticed that the other three people were all looking at him, so she said, "This is how I used to eat hard steamed buns. Some are good, what else should I choose?"

The remaining three had nothing to say, so they had to follow his example and eat cakes with warm water.

After all, they are not from the Northwest, and a little beef and mutton is okay, but no one can stand it if they eat it as a meal.

The four of them ate pancakes soaked in clear water for a while, and then a man walked away from the adjacent table. He was carrying a plate of mutton, and went straight to Fuling. Jie Jie laughter.

Fu Ling had already eaten a lot of mutton all the way here, and now he felt sick to his stomach whenever he smelled the smell of boiled mutton, so he waved his hand: "No."

The squint-eyed man took out a gold coin and slapped it on the table.

What, does this mean that he is poor?Can't afford meat?

Fu Ling frowned and said, "Who do you look down on? You have no money..."

Before he finished speaking, the squint-eyed man came over and reached out to touch Fuling's waist.

The people watching the excitement around laughed, and some even clapped their hands in applause.

Qiu Yi thought to himself, it has been a long time since he saw such a strong man who is not afraid of death.

Sure enough, the next moment, he picked up the plate of mutton and overturned it on the face of the man with squinting eyes. The man was stunned by the slamming mutton, and before he could react, Fu Ling raised his foot and kicked it.

Fu Ling's kick brought internal strength, and the squint-eyed man was kicked onto the pillars supported by the inn. He leaned against the pillars and stood barely, only to see a gold coin coming towards the squint-eyed man like a dart, and finally nailed it to the pillar behind him. , only an inch away from his neck.

The squint-eyed man was so frightened that he leaned against the pillar and did not dare to move, and the people around who were waiting to watch the show fell silent.

Fu Ling tilted her head and smiled, with a pancake in her mouth, she picked up the bowl and went upstairs. Halfway through the walk, he stopped suddenly and said, "I don't like people staring at me. If I look at it again, I'll charge you money."

Sitting in the northeast corner of the first floor was a middle-aged man, wearing a gown with a small sleeve on the left and a fur cloak over it. Like the Central Plains people, the hair crown is tied, and the temples are a bit white.

Hearing this, the man took out a gold bar and put it on the table, still staring at Fu Ling.

What are you paying for?He is not out to sell!

Fuling drank the water in one gulp and threw the bowl over.

The man raised his hand, easily caught the bowl, and put it on the table.

Fu Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, but said nothing, went upstairs with the cake in her mouth, and Qiu Yi, Zhang Facai, and Wang Youqian followed him up.

Regardless of beating or not, Fuling is really tired today, too lazy to beating, just want to sleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Fuling and the others came to the south of the market. After waiting for a while, the girl in yellow did not appear.

Fu Ling said: "The girl won't take the money and run away?"

Qiu Yi immediately retorted: "How is it possible, that girl is so beautiful, she must be beautiful and kind-hearted, she must not be this kind of person."

"Why are you superficial?" Fu Ling said, "Then I am pretty, and I am also beautiful..."

Qiu Yi interrupted him: "You are right, I am too superficial, how can I judge people by their appearance?"

Poria: "..."

Wang Youqian stammered: "Then, that girl is here!"

Fu Ling took a look, and sure enough, she saw a woman in a yellow gauze dress, "Miss Huang!"

"I kept you waiting for so long," the girl in yellow smiled apologetically, "My surname is not Huang, but my surname is Er Mian, and my name is Er Mian Duojia. I haven't asked my benefactor's name yet."

"Miss Huang, you're welcome," Fu Ling introduced one by one, "My name is Fu Ling, and this is Qiu Yi, Zhang Facai, and Wang Youqian."

Ermen Duojia recognized everyone, and then asked, "I don't know what the benefactor is looking for?"

"Desert flower, have you heard of it?" Fu Ling pointed to the top of her head.

Ermen Dojia didn't understand, so she looked up, but she didn't see anything. She shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it. If you are looking for flowers, there is one person who may know. I will take you to find him." .”

Ermian Duojia led Fuling and the others to a shop at the corner of the market.

The location of this shop is remote, and the storefront is small. Ordinary people may not be able to find it, and they don't know what kind of business they are in. Standing at the door, one can smell a very strong scent of vegetation.

Ermian Duojia entered the shop and shouted, "Uncle Chen! Are you there?"

"Girl Duojia?" A man in sackcloth came out with a bunch of messy branches and dried flowers. He had gray temples and a dried peach blossom behind his ear, which was quite funny, "Why do you coming?"

Er Mian Duojia said: "Uncle Chen, these are my benefactors. They said they were looking for a kind of flower, so they came to ask if you have any here."

Chen Ling nodded, walked a few steps closer, moved his nose, and asked, "You smell like winged grass."

Such a keen sense of smell, Poria cocos may not be able to smell it even three steps away, and wing grass is unique to Mount Yi, so little known, this man can smell it.

Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian looked at Chen Ling vigilantly, even Qiu Yi's eyes widened, but Fuling didn't react much, he nodded without hesitation: "That's right."

Chen Ling turned around and picked up the scissors, and went to trim the potted plants at his feet. Some of these plants were familiar to Poria, and some had never been seen before. Straw sandals, but he is not perfunctory when handling potted plants. A pair of scissors is like a dexterous butterfly in his hand, and it looks like a wild tree dug out of the ground just a few times before it becomes regular.

Holding the scissors, Chen Ling trimmed the branches little by little, and asked without looking back, "What flowers are you looking for?"

Fuling said: "The flower of the desert."

Chen Ling's subordinates froze, but couldn't control it, and a large section of the potted plant was cut off, failing to escape the fate of being bald.

Chen Ling put down the scissors, turned around and looked at Fu Ling with burning eyes. The casualness in his tone just now disappeared, and he asked again: "What did you say you were looking for?"

"Desert flowers that grow in the depths of the desert," Fu Ling pointed to the top of her head, "I don't know what's on top of my head, that's what I was told."

"The tooth tent opens to the east, and Gai Jingri comes out... (Note)" Chen Ling raised his head suddenly, and murmured: "I know the flower of the desert."

The author has something to say: the tooth tent opens to the east, and Gai Jingri comes out. —— "Book of Zhou"

I was a little uncomfortable yesterday, slept all afternoon, and suddenly remembered that I haven't written an update at night, I'm very sorry (T^T)

In those few days, I still have to control it. Really, really don’t drink two cups of iced milk tea like me, so regretful...

Ah, I want to drink again today_(:з」∠)_