Vendetta

Fuling came out more often at night, and was very familiar with the rules of changing the guard at night, so she went down the mountain without much effort.

When approaching the intersection, Fu Ling heard footsteps, and immediately shrank and hid behind the wall.

Lu Changen brought two apprentices, one of whom was Lin Rongsheng.

Only Lin Rongsheng said: "Master, don't worry, you will never run away."

Lu Changen nodded, and the three of them left towards the Holly Gate.

When their figures were gone, Fu Ling ran towards the entrance of the alley, and he heard voices from a distance, which was quite noisy, logically speaking it shouldn't be, because it was late at night, unless something happened.

"Uncle Li, what's the matter?" Fu Ling grabbed the man who was running towards him carrying the wooden bucket.

Lao Li's face was full of anxiety: "Fu Ling, your master's house is flooded! Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Water?Master is reluctant to light the lamp at night, how can the water leak in the middle of the night?

Fu Ling didn't have time to think about it, he was in a turmoil and ran inside.

At this time, master and brother must be resting, they are all in the room!

The dilapidated house in the alley caught fire, the flames were raging, and the smoke filled the air. Fuling rushed in without thinking, but was stopped by the neighbors who were fighting the fire: "You child! The fire is so big, you don't want to die? "

Fu Ling broke free and said anxiously: "My master and senior brother are still inside!"

He looked around and jumped in from the window. The inside was filled with thick smoke. He covered his face and was suffocated. He hid from the flames and looked around anxiously. Finally, he found Wu Heng and Wu Zian next to the water tank. .

"Master!"

The wooden structure of the house burned very quickly. They stayed in the thick smoke for too long, and Wu Zian had already passed out.

"Ling'er! Cough cough cough..." Wu Heng pointed to Wu Zian beside him, "Take An'er away first..."

Wu Zian was in a coma, and Wu Heng was crippled. The two of them couldn't walk by themselves, but Fu Ling could only take one person away at a time.

"Master! Then what do you do? Master..."

"Ling'er! Don't cry! Remember, you have to be a real swordsman, and you have to take revenge...cough cough," Wu Heng's face was serious, it was no longer the usual gentleness, his eyes were brighter than ever Be firm and decisive, "Remember what I told you?"

Fu Ling choked with sobs, holding back tears: "Remember, you will be accompanied by a knife in this life, but please have a clear conscience."

Wu Heng nodded, his eyes softened, and he seemed to lose all his strength in an instant. He leaned against the water tank and said, "I'll leave An'er to you."

"Master, don't worry." Fuling carried Wu Zian on his back. Wu Zian was taller and heavier than him. Fuling ran out with some difficulty, and finally looked back.

His master watched him off in the sea of ​​flames, with the broken crutch beside him, with a calm expression on his face.

He remembered the first time he saw Master at Holly Gate, and Master carried him to the trailer, and he had a home ever since.

Later, Master watched him leave under the Holly Mountain. At that time, the sunset was also so red, dyeing half of the sky red. Master leaned on crutches and stood under the fiery red sky to watch him go further and further away.

That fire-like red, and the sea of ​​fire now, are engraved in Fu Ling's mind forever and ever.

Fuling jumped out of the window with Wu Zian on his back, and almost fell to the ground, but before he got up, there was a loud cracking sound, and someone screamed: "The beam has collapsed!"

Fuling burst into tears in an instant. He knelt down on the ground, looked at the house engulfed by fire, opened his mouth, but made no sound. After a long time, he shouted hoarsely: "Master!"

The only response to him was the sound of fire burning and houses breaking.

From now on, he was alone again.

Wu Zian next to him woke up, but he didn't see Wu Heng, only Fu Ling knelt motionless with a pale face.

Wu Zian grabbed Fuling's collar: "Where is my father? Where is my father?"

Fu Ling's lips trembled: "I'm sorry..."

Wu Zian pushed him to the ground: "Why didn't you save my father? Without my father, you can live to this day? You loser, you kill your own parents, and you kill my parents, you give me roll!"

"I'm sorry," Fu Ling slowly got up from the ground, "I will avenge Master..."

Wu Zian cried loudly: "Revenge? You did it, why don't you die?"

"I can't die now..." Fu Ling regained her composure, "Brother, are you going to take the provincial exam this year?"

Wu Zian cried and scolded: "My father is dead, and I'm still taking the exam! I don't want to be an official at all!"

Fu Ling froze for a moment, then asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

Wu Zian wiped his tears and said: "I'm going to go to the rivers and lakes, I want to be a swordsman!"

Wu Zian is sixteen this year, and he has only practiced the "Nine Layers of Swordsmanship" to the third level. This qualification is not as good as Qiu Yi. How can he go out of the rivers and lakes?

Fu Ling looked at him hesitantly: "But..."

Wu Zian also knew that he was not qualified, he said: "I will practice for a few more years, and I will go when I reach the sixth level!"

"it is good."

"Fu Ling! What are you doing? Get up!" Uncle Li hurriedly helped Fu Ling who was kneeling on the ground.

Fu Ling refused to get up, knelt on the ground and said solemnly: "Uncle Li, I can't take care of you at Dongqingmen, so my senior brother will entrust you."

Lao Li: "Don't worry, I've been your master's neighbor for more than ten years, and if he's gone, how can I ignore Zi'an?"

Fu Ling kowtowed to him: "Uncle Li, thank you."

Fu Ling knows that people in this world are all for themselves, and there are few others who are willing to help others.

Fu Ling returned to the Holly Gate in a daze and stayed up all night. He washed his face, changed back into his clothes, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. He became Zhao Xu's disciple, but his daily food was not as good as when he was chopping firewood in the kitchen. Well, he knew that there was someone playing tricks behind him, and he didn't bother to make a fuss over a bite, anyway, he knew the kitchen well.

Fu Ling happened to run into Qiu Yi on the way there, and Qiu Yi's face was pale, even more out of his mind than him.

Fu Ling supported Qiu Yi: "What's wrong with you? You look so bad?"

Qiu Yi glanced at him, his face was full of horror: "No, it's nothing..."

Fu Ling held him back and refused to let him go: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No..." Qiu Yi's eyes were full of struggles, and he asked in a low voice: "Your original master, he, is he alright?"

"Flooded at home last night, master... went." A pair of willow-leaf eyes were red at this moment, and tears could not be shed.

Looking at his appearance, Qiu Yi seemed to have made up his mind, and pulled Fu Ling to the firewood room behind the kitchen, and said in a low voice, "I saw Lin Rongsheng and Liao Yunfan last night, and they said, said..."

Fu Ling continued, "Are you saying you want to kill my master?"

Qiu Yi was startled: "How do you know?"

Fu Ling said: "I saw them last night, and I also saw Lu Changen."

Qiu Yi hesitated for a moment, and said, "I heard from them that it was an order from the head..."

That's right, it made sense. Zhao Xu said that Wu Heng's matter would have nothing to do with him in the future. If they were to break off their relationship, how could the dead and the living still have contact?

Seeing Fu Ling's face getting darker and darker, Qiu Yi pulled him back, "Fu Ling, don't be impulsive, you have no chance of winning now..."

Fu Ling nodded, with hatred in her eyes: "I understand, let those short-lived ghosts wait, I will avenge this revenge sooner or later."

Qiu Yi patted Fu Ling on the shoulder, and he didn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a while, he said, "Are you hungry in the kitchen? There are two steamed buns left, you can eat something."

Fuling was eating the already cold steamed buns, which were a little dry. Qiu Yi scooped a bowl of water for him, and Fuling took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yi asked: "What is this?"

Fu Ling ate and said, "It's also "Nine Layers of Swordsmanship", but it's the double-sword version. I see that you can use both hands with both hands. Why don't you practice double-swords."

Qiu Yi asked, "Where did it come from?"

Fu Ling said: "I found it in the Library Pavilion yesterday, that old man hid all the good things in his room."

Qiu Yi said gratefully: "Brother, thank you! I have a brother like you in my life, it's worth it!"

Fu Ling swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth, and said, "I have to thank you, you told me about this."

If it were someone else who was afraid of risks and didn't want to cause trouble, he wouldn't reveal a word to Fu Ling.

Qiu Yi smiled and said, "You look much better."

Sometimes Qiu Yi really admires Fu Ling. He is talented and works harder than anyone else. He has a firm will and a strong heart. It seems that nothing can break him, and he is always full of fighting spirit.

The steamed buns have been left for too long, and some of them have hardened. Fu Ling soaked the hard steamed buns in water, and ate them together with the water. After eating all of them, he said, "I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm afraid of being hungry." , as long as you can still eat, you can persevere, and you can find a way to solve everything."

As long as you are still alive and persevering, you will still have the opportunity to work hard. If you can't get over the wall, you can go through the dog hole. What else can't you get over?

It was hard for him to get to this day, and the belief in revenge supported him. Every night when he dreamed back at midnight, he would always give them an explanation.

Two years later, Fu Ling was 15 years old, and her facial features still had the childishness of a teenager, but they were more refined, like a meticulously drawn meticulous painting, the rice paper was white and flawless, and the painting was bright and colorful.

Fu Ling had just finished practicing a whole set of "Nine Layers of Sword Art", she gasped a little, and stood upright.

"Okay!" Zhao Xu's eyes were very satisfied, "Now that you are fifteen years old, you have already finished practicing the "Nine Layers of Sword Art". I am very gratified as a teacher."

Now Fu Ling has been able to completely conceal the hatred in her eyes, and still respectfully said: "The disciple is dull, but the master taught him well."

Zhao Xu patted Fuling's shoulder: "Okay!"

Fu Ling asked: "Master, have you heard of the "Three Wu Swordsmanship"?"

Zhao Xu frowned and said, "It's just a useless technique. No one has practiced it. It has been lost for a long time. You just need to practice the "Nine Layers of Swordsmanship" and you will become a first-class master in the world in the future!"

"Can that beat you?"

Before Zhao Xu could react, Fu Ling had already brought up his knife, and his moves were ruthless and deadly.

"You traitor! You can't do it wrong!" Zhao Xu pulled out the sword to resist, and only then did he realize that Fu Ling was practicing saber skills in front of him just now, but he deliberately hid his clumsiness. The two of them have gone through dozens of moves now. ?

"Fart! I am Wu Heng's apprentice! Today I will ask you to pay for my master's life!" Fu Ling sneered, and the knife hit the vital point.

Zhao Xu was shocked: "So you already knew!"

Fu Ling's saber is extremely fast, he has just practiced all the saber techniques, and now he has fully entered the state.

Zhao Xu was gradually lost. After being the head of the sect for these years, he had almost completely controlled the Dongqing sect. He had no worries, gradually neglected the sword technique, and was greedy for wealth and enjoyment. His martial arts were not as good as before.

What's more, he has put on weight, and the burden on his already not light body is even heavier.

There was a cold light in Fu Ling's eyes: "You haven't practiced the ninth level at all, how did you become the master?"

Zhao Xu smiled and said, "So what if I didn't practice well? Your master and master can practice well, where are they now? They have long since become lonely ghosts!"

This sentence completely enraged Fu Ling, the knife in her hand became faster and faster, the sound of the knife and the wind were intertwined, and it was inaudible for a while, the sharpness was unstoppable!

Zhao Xu was horrified: "What other skills have you practiced?"

Although the moves Fu Ling uses come from the "Nine Layers of Sword Art", they are dignified and changeable, and the sound of the sword cannot be heard.

Zhao Xu didn't get an answer, and the knife flashed, and he couldn't ask anymore.

The knife in Fu Ling's hand trembled slightly. This was his first time killing someone.

He is afraid, so he trembles.

But after this palpitation, it was the joy of revenge.

If he could see Master in his dream tonight, he would be able to give him an explanation.

"My master is not Zhao Xu, the head of the Holly Sect. My master is Wu Heng, who is lame and sells buns in the town."

Using a knife as a pen, and blood as ink, four large characters were left on the wall—blood for blood.

Fu Ling pursed her mouth and smiled silently, the light green clothes were dotted with scarlet.

Like a few blood-colored wintersweets.

Fuling stepped over Zhao Xu, carefully wiped the blood off the knife, and saw the Longya knife in the middle from the window.

Fu Ling walked in, staring at the simple and simple big knife, the surrounding was extremely quiet, only the sound of the wind, his heart was beating very fast, as if someone was calling him.

So he stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, unexpectedly did not feel the coolness, the handle seemed to have a temperature, which was the same temperature as his palm.

He exerted lightly, and saw a flash of cold light, and the moment the dragon tooth came out of its sheath, there seemed to be a deep dragon cry.

"The number one swordsman in the world..."

Fu Ling bent her eyes and smiled, Master's saber was on her waist, and the scabbard of Longya Saber was behind her back. Turning around, she saw a mask hanging on the wall.

The mask can only cover the upper half of the face, the black background with silver patterns is very delicate.

He took off his mask, went back to his room and changed into a black suit, and went out with a knife in his hand.

"Fu Ling! It was Lu Changen who harmed your master back then! It's none of our business!"

The second and third junior brothers were so frightened that they ran around the room. Fu Ling held the Dragon Tooth Knife in her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura of the knife was overwhelming.

"I know that, I'll send him down to see Zhao Xu in a while," Fu Ling asked, "I ask you, how did my master lose his martial arts?"

The second junior brother and the third junior brother were forced to the corner, their sabers had been cut off long ago, they still looked like the elders in the usual school, the second junior brother tremblingly said: "Yes, yes..."

"Don't try to lie to me!" With a wave of Fuling's blade, the wooden table next to her was split in two.

The second junior brother was so frightened that he lost control on the spot.

Fu Ling cast her eyes on the third junior brother again. The third junior brother knelt on the ground in cold sweat and said, "At that time, the master had already killed the uncle, and no one was protecting Wu Heng. The master wanted to be the head of the sect, and told us to take Wu Heng away when we were practicing." Heng took him to the mountain, senior brother... Lu Changen pushed him down, thought he would die, but was picked up by his disciples..."

The second junior brother regained his composure, and shouted: "Lu Changen gave him medicine while he was unconscious, and broke his leg! His martial arts are useless!"

"What's the rush?" Fu Ling shook the knife in her hand, "They're going to die anyway, so what's there to be afraid of?"

A cold light flashed, and the bodies of the second and third junior brothers were separated.

The two of them put everything they did on Lu Chang'en, they couldn't escape the relationship, Fu Ling didn't bother to investigate further, let them go underground by themselves, let's get together and distinguish for themselves.

But this knife is sharper than Fu Ling imagined, and it is unexpectedly smooth, it seems to have spirituality, every move and every style fit him very well.

Fu Ling looked at the Longya Knife in her hand, the blood on the knife did not drip, but slowly seeped into the knife, and the surface of the knife was quickly cleaned without any traces.

Fu Ling held the knife and walked unhurriedly. When she crossed the threshold, she could still hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves in the courtyard.

In the rustling sound, he seemed to hear the dragon chant.