Vendetta

Zhang Facai said: "Simply speaking, Immortal Dance is to use beautiful women as bait to lure people into the dark for blackmail."

"You want Ms. Huang to do this kind of thing? Are you still human?" Fu Ling noticed that the three of them were all looking at her, and asked strangely, "You all look at me? Am I wrong?"

"Actually, I think the main thing is beauty," Qiu Yi said, "Don't some people feel that they are all over the world all day long?"

"Who the hell are you referring to as Sang and Huai?" Fu Ling dissatisfied, "Isn't this the truth?"

"It's the truth," Qiu Yi said, "Let's borrow a dress from Miss Huang, and it shouldn't hurt to make some sacrifices for the sake of Mrs. Yan, the beauty of Fu?"

"It's too embarrassing," Fu Ling shook her yellow skirt, threatening: "Anyone who dares to mention a word to Yan Zhu, I'll send you down to drink tea with King Hades, and I'll save the finished steamed buns for you as sacrifices. "

Miss Huang's skirt is a bit short, but fortunately it is looser, and her waist is thin, and the ink is scattered behind her. With his face, at first glance, she really looks like a tall girl. He is going to the brothel across the street. After one stop, not to mention the vulgar glamorous fans at the door, they directly set off the colorful silk to be dull.

"Let's just squat at the entrance of this brothel," Qiu Yi said, "When the person inside comes out, we will lead him into the alley over there, and Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian will jump out of the alley."

Fu Ling asked uncertainly, "Can it work?"

"Those who go to brothels and are caught dancing by immortals must be lechers. I have confidence in your beauty," Qiu Yi said, "Anyway, they are not short of money, so let's teach these lechers a lesson."

Fu Ling nodded: "That's right, Sansheng is lucky to see me once, and I should charge some money."

Qiu Yi glared at him: "If you say you are fat, you are still out of breath, right?"

Wang Youqian saw a figure in the brothel, who was walking towards the door, he hurriedly said: "Come on, someone is here!"

"Quick!" Qiu Yi pushed Fuling out.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired, so Fu Ling had no choice but to lift her skirt, squeeze her throat and shout: "Help, help..."

While shouting, he deliberately exposed half of his face so that the people behind could see clearly.

Qiu Yi looked like a disciple, chasing Fu Ling and shouting: "Beauty, don't run away!"

The two ran into the alley, Qiu Yi pressed Fu Ling against the wall, and said in a low voice: "That man has been fooled, he is coming, you should keep shouting."

"Fucking..." Fu Ling took a deep breath, and began to struggle feebly: "No, don't come here..."

Qiu Yi pressed his wrist, and said in a harsh tone: "Hey, stop shouting, no one will come to rescue you."

A familiar voice sounded from the alley: "Fu Ling?"

Hearing this voice, Fu Ling froze for a moment, then pushed Qiu Yi hard: "Stop acting, get up quickly..."

Qiu Yi was immersed in the play of hooligans, and didn't notice the sound at all. He thought that Fu Ling had finally entered the play, and it was a bit similar to this desire, but he didn't know why Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian didn't come out. He guessed it was The time is not yet ripe, and the hand is also exerting force: "Beauty, you just follow me?"

Fu Ling pushed a few times, but Qiu Yi was still reckless and refused to get up. Fu Ling was anxious, so she roared and pushed Qiu Yi with her internal force.

"Get up for me!"

Qiu Yi didn't know why he pushed him away. Looking back, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian were holding a coiled whip, and the other had just half-drawn a square-hole knife. They both stood beside him awkwardly, looking at him with sympathy. .

Qiu Yi turned his head again and saw Yan Zhu's frosty face.

"Yan Zhu, why do you..."

Yan Zhu's voice was as cold as ice: "What are you doing?"

None of the four spoke, and the alley was eerily quiet.

Could the atmosphere at this time be an embarrassment that could be described?

Fu Ling first glanced at Yan Zhu quickly, then lowered her head guiltily, and stood against the wall without making a sound.

Yan Zhu's starry eyes were full of anger, he walked over suppressing his anger, pulled Fu Ling's wrist and left.

Qiu Yi stood aside, shrunk his head, afraid that Yan Zhu would notice him.

After all, he had fought against Yan Zhu before, and he knew very well that with Yan Zhu's martial arts, it was too easy to kill him.

Yan Zhu didn't speak a word along the way, the aura on his body was too frightening, Fu Ling was pulled by him, and followed him obediently, thinking about how to explain it, he went all the way to the inn, and finally found a countermeasure , decided to strike first: "Why did you go to the brothel?"

Yan Zhu took out a paper bag from his bosom, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus hit his face, "Only there is sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

When Fu Ling saw the paper bag, she immediately lost her confidence, and her heart was wrapped in the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Yan Zhu leaned on the wall with one hand, and pressed Poria against the wall. Seeing that Fuling was still looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Yan Zhu's eyes turned black, and he lifted his chin to let those beautiful eyes look at him.

"What are you doing? Dress like this!"

Fu Ling blinked her eyes, her willow eyes were as clear as water, she reached out and hugged Yan Zhu, rubbed against him, and honestly explained: "I'm afraid you won't be used to the things in the Northwest, so I want to buy some flour for you to steam steamed buns , I don’t have any money, so I have to do fairy dance, but I didn’t know that the first person I met was you.”

The two haven't seen each other for many days, Yan Zhu's heart softened when he heard this, and the person in his arms rubbed against him actively, and his anger was also extinguished by him, Yan Zhu hugged Poria, kissed tenderly, After the kiss, she still said in a slightly stricter tone: "You can't do this in the future."

Fu Ling buried her face in his arms: "Then Mr. Yan, can you lend me some money to spend?"

Yan Zhu untied the money bag from his waist and gave it to him, "Whenever you want to use it, just take it."

Fu Ling took the money bag and was going to kiss him again. The two had a quarrel for a while, and sat together. Yan Zhu talked about the business: "In addition to me this time, Han Bin, the head of the Huaishan School, and the head of the Tongnan School Liao Pingtao, Liu Yongquan, the head of the Liu family, and Huang Shicai, the second head of the Chuanqiong Sect, are all here."

Hearing the word "Huang Shicai", Fu Ling's eyes flashed a stern look, but it was only fleeting, and Yan Zhu didn't notice it.

Then Fu Ling asked in the usual tone: "What is this for? Come to the Northwest to hold a martial arts competition. Can't you ride a camel?"

Yan Zhu said: "They came to Ye Cheng's tomb to look for "Red Sun Promise Kungfu"."

"They also want to look for "Red Sun Promise Kungfu"?" Fu Ling took out the parchment and said, "A Rouran nobleman named Gu Hunhong gave me the map of the tomb, and the condition is that I help him find "Red Sun". Yang Wuji Gong."

Yan Zhu unfolded the parchment to read, and asked, "What are you doing in Ye Cheng's tomb?"

Fu Ling said: "I'll go there to find Hongyanghua, Hongyanghua can detoxify scorpions."

Such a coincidence?This red sun flower is related to that poisonous scorpion?

Yan Zhu frowned slightly: "They should all be here today, let's go to the grave with them."

Poria really steamed steamed buns at night, the fragrant and soft white steamed buns, in the thick and hard scones, was like a clear stream, comparable to delicacies from mountains and seas.

Qiu Yi felt a little hungry in the room. He went downstairs to look for food, only to find that Yan Zhu, Fuling, Zhang Facai, Wang Youqian, and even Li Zhong downstairs had all arrived, and the group of people were sitting neatly eating together. Steamed bun.

Qiu Yi's eyes widened in disbelief: "You didn't call me for dinner?"

Before the matter of the afternoon was settled with Qiu Yi, Fu Ling put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said, "If you don't knead the noodles for me, why do you still want me to call you for dinner?"

Qiu Yi knew that his anger had not dissipated, and said in grief: "Is that my idea alone? Fuling, we have been brothers for so many years, I never thought you would, woo woo woo..."

As a big man, he didn't cry with pear blossoms and rain, but with violent wind and rain. He held the stairs and sighed three times, and the lingering sound lingered.

"Shut up! Who are you mourning for?" Fu Ling couldn't bear it anymore, "When did I miss you to eat and drink? Get out of here!"

Tomorrow morning they had to go to Ye Cheng's tomb, so everyone went back to their rooms to rest after eating.

Yan Zhu and Fu Ling didn't live in the same inn, until after dinner, Fu Ling didn't mention moving together, anyway, they only stayed for one night.

After reading the literature about Hongyang Sect, Yan Zhu sighed slightly. Just as he was about to blow out the candle, he heard the window move, and a black shadow came in from the window.

Yan Zhu didn't draw his sword, the shadow rushed towards him, and the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered on the tip of his nose.

Yan Zhu picked him up and said with a smile, "Why did you come in through the window again?"

Fu Ling hooked Yan Zhu's neck and pushed him to sit on the bed. Before Yan Zhu could respond, Fu Ling began to sing: "There is no one outside the green screen window. I was kneeling in front of the bed and wanted to kiss. I cursed and turned around. Although I was angry with my words, half of them refused and half of them were willing..."

Yan Zhu was slightly startled, then hugged Fu Ling in front of him, and said with a broken smile, "Where did you learn this?"

"I read it in a book." Fu Ling looked at Yan Zhu innocently and asked, "Does Mr. Yan like it?"

"Why do you only read these books?" Yan Zhu said, "You will study with me when you go back."

Fu Ling rolled her eyes and smiled, "Okay."

The two took off their outer shirts and lay on the bed, Fu Ling went to grab the belt of Yan Zhu's inner coat, Yan Zhu grabbed the restless hand and pressed him into her arms: "Don't make trouble, we have to get up early tomorrow."

"Oh." Fu Ling replied, and obediently lay in his arms.

"The situation in the tomb is unknown, you must always stay by my side and don't run around."

"Why am I running around in the tomb?" Fu Ling said, "Don't worry, I will definitely stick to you tomorrow."

"Okay," Yan Zhu kissed his forehead with a smile, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

In the early morning of the second day, several people came to the inn agreed by Huang Shicai. In order to prevent Han Bin from making troubles, Fuling, Qiu Yi, Zhang Facai, and Wang Youqian all covered their faces. Pretend to be a guard and follow Yan Zhu.

Li Zhong didn't go with them this time, he stayed in Yansha County with his secret guards just in case.

People from all martial arts sects came to the inn in Yansha County, except for Yan Zhu, the others came alone.

Han Bin glanced at the four "guards" around Yan Zhu, and said with a sneer, "Nephew Yan is so pompous, if you're afraid of death, why don't you go, and take these trash with you?"

Fu Ling cursed in her heart: I will send you a funeral.

Yan Zhu grabbed his wrist, signaling him not to be impulsive, and said in a gentle tone: "Senior Han, I have no intention of arguing with you, but if the senior insists on causing trouble, don't blame the junior for being disrespectful."

Han Bin said angrily, "You..."

Huang Shicai smoothed things over with a smile: "Sect Leader Han, he is young and vigorous, so it is inevitable that he did some things wrongly. We are about to go to the tomb now, and the situation in the tomb is unknown. We should unite at this time."

Liu Yongquan said: "Master Huang is right, don't hurt your temper."

A group of people followed Huang Shicai into the desert, with Yan Zhu and Fu Ling walking last.

After walking for a while, Qiu Yi suddenly came up and whispered in Fu Ling's ear: "Then how did Huang Shicai know the way to the tomb?"

Fu Ling said: "Since he dared to come, it is impossible for him to be unprepared."

Yan Zhu noticed that the two were whispering and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Ling quickly kissed him on the cheek and said, "It's nothing."

"Spicy eyes," Qiu Yi frowned, and took a big step back, "Okay, I'll take my leave."

He retreated to the back and walked with Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian.

It didn't take long for Huang Shicai to lead the crowd to the foot of the Gobi Desert. He moved the stone slabs to reveal the dark tunnel, and no one moved.

Huang Shicai smiled: "Then I'll go down and explore the way first."

He took the fire bag and walked down the tunnel. After a while, Huang Shicai's voice came from below: "There are steps here, everyone, please go down."

Han Bin took a look at Yan Zhu, and walked down with the fire folder.

Yan Zhu didn't care about his look, and after Liao Pingtao and Liu Yongquan went down, he and Fu Ling went down with a few people.

Go down the stairs and come to the iron door, and you can see the carved patterns on the iron door along the firelight.

Yan Zhu said: "The one engraved on it is Hongyanghua."

Fu Lingla looked at the pattern and said, "Why does this flower look a bit like..."

"It looks a bit like the bamboo weaving flower you bought," Qiu Yi continued, "Strange, isn't this flower extinct and no one recognizes it? Why do people still make it into bamboo weaving flowers?"

In the darkness, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian who were standing behind shivered at the same time.

"Nephew Yan is counted, we tried for a long time but couldn't open the iron gate," Huang Shicai said, "I wonder if Nephew Yan has a way?"

Yan Zhu stepped forward with a fire folder, looked at the iron door carefully, and knocked with his fingers, "This door seems to be locked."

Fu Ling also patted on the iron gate, then raised her leg and kicked vigorously a few times, but the iron gate remained motionless.

Yan Zhu grabbed him: "What are you kicking with all your strength? Does it hurt?"

"No," Fu Ling shook her head, looked over by the light of the fire, her eyes were fixed, "There is a groove here!"

Fuling stretched out his finger, and traced the shape of the groove bit by bit. He felt that the shape of the groove was very familiar. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, took out the longevity lock hanging around his neck, and placed it on the groove. .

The Longevity Lock was embedded in the groove, and under everyone's amazed eyes, the iron door made a crisp sound, and then began to slowly open, revealing the unfathomable tomb inside.

The author has something to say: There is no one outside the green screen window, kneeling in front of the bed and busy asking for a kiss.He cursed and turned around.Although I am angry with my words, half of them refuse and half of them are willing.

——Guan Hanqing's "Half Son"