Vendetta

After Huang Shicai died, the remaining Liu Yongquan yelled fiercely, but when he really started to fight, he would only pretend to be deaf and dumb as a fat showman, and this person was extremely old and cunning, and he was notorious for playing tricks on the wind, so he could not be counted on. Han Bin himself was not sure of victory against Fu Ling alone, let alone Gu Hunhong, and the very difficult Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian who stood aside.

Yan Zhu had been entangled with Fu Ling before, and was Gu Hunhong's nephew, so he would never help Han Bin even if he made a move.

So Han Bin was very knowledgeable about current affairs, put away his sword and stood aside, no one came forward, and Liu Yongquan also shut up, quietly acting as a decoration.

The tomb was surprisingly quiet. Fu Ling walked to the sarcophagus and looked at the people in the sarcophagus. There was no warmth in the bones, only coldness, as if she was telling all the unwillingness of the past.

There were indeed red sunflowers in the sarcophagus, surrounding the white bones, but they had dried up for a long time, so they couldn't see their original appearance.

After standing for a while, Fu Ling stretched out her hand, felt a mechanism behind the skull, and lightly buckled it, only to hear a soft sound, and a stone step was exposed under the sarcophagus.

Liu Yongquan said in shock: "There is actually a secret room underneath!"

Han Bin's eyes lit up, and he said, "Maybe "Red Sun Promise" is hidden here..."

"Whoever dares to come here, I'll send him to Ye Cheng to ask for the cheat book." Fu Ling turned her head and glanced at Yan Zhu, "No one is an exception."

Yan Zhuxing's eyes were filled with ink, but he didn't speak. He clenched his fists in his sleeves, stopped and stood where he was.

Gu Hunhong said: "Master Fu Sect, don't forget our agreement."

"I know," Fu Ling said coldly, "Don't forget Hierarch Yuhun, too."

Gu Hunhong didn't care about his tone, nodded and said: "It's natural."

Fu Ling blew on the fire clip, walked down the stone steps, and entered a tunnel from the stone steps. After walking for an unknown amount of time, she saw a little light at the end of the tunnel, and there was a slight wind blowing over.

This tunnel actually leads to the outside, and when you get out of the tunnel, you will suddenly see a clear view. Under the blue sky, there is a large open river valley with a clear stream winding past. Together, they are born facing the sun, just like the glow of the sky, reflected on the clear water, the breeze blows, and the sea of ​​flowers ripples.

Fu Ling was covered in blood at this time, he walked to the water's edge, washed his face, then stood up, walked across the sea of ​​flowers, and walked to a small wooden house.

The wooden door is not locked, and Fu Ling can push it open with a little force. The cabin is not big, and the interior furnishings are very simple. The wooden tables and chairs are covered with dust, and no one has been here for a long time.

There is a wood carving on the table, the carving is very rough, but it can be seen that the carvers put their heart into it. There are two small figures, a man and a woman, holding a child in their arms. The child's facial features are very blurred. It looks like I haven't finished carving in time.

Fu Ling was convinced that she had never been here before, but from the sunshine and dust, she felt a little inexplicable peace of mind.

He wiped off the dust on the small wooden carvings, put them in his arms and put them away. There was a shelf behind the table, and there were some small things that were worthless, such as small wreaths made of flowers and plants, which were dry and out of shape, and horn combs. There were still a few hairs left on it, and after searching for a long time, Fu Ling finally found a hidden compartment, which contained a carefully framed scroll.

So carefully cherished and hidden in such a hidden place, Fu Ling guessed that it must be the practice of "Red Sun Promise Kungfu".

He unfolded the scroll, but he didn't expect it to be a picture of a young woman standing in the boundless sea of ​​flowers, smiling like a flower.

This woman is extremely beautiful, when she smiles, her willow-leaf eyes are bent into crescent moons, which is seven or eight points similar to Poria cocos.

"Mother..." Fuling called out softly, stretched out her hand and carefully touched the woman's cheek, the woman looked at him and smiled, just like every time Fuling came home, mother stood at the door and waved to him, with a smile on her face. A shallow pear vortex.

It turned out that the simple and honest man in Zimai Village who was carrying a hoe was not his biological father.

Fu Ling couldn't help but wonder, if Hongyang Sect hadn't been besieged 18 years ago, would he have grown up in front of his parents like ordinary children, would he be loved, cared for, and cared for?

Could it be that this sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains will replace that bloody nightmare and become his best memory?

But no if.

Fu Ling put away the painting properly, and there was a sheepskin scroll in the dark compartment, which was tied up randomly with a string.

Fu Ling opened the parchment, glanced at it, and saw that it was full of characters, he could only understand the word "one" on the top, but he remembered the one he found on Wugao Mountain that was mixed with "Thousand Characters" "Gongfa" also has such a phrase, this sheepskin scroll tied up with a rope is "Red Sun Promise Kung Fu".

After looking around in the hut, he couldn't find anything else. Fuling sat on the wooden chair in front of the window. He felt the sunlight shine on him through the gap of the wooden window, and Fuling gently closed his eyes.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and he suddenly thought of Yan Zhu, who was as gentle as the warm sun.

Fu Ling even thought that the two of them would be able to travel around in the future, settle down in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and live a happy and smooth life.

It's just unpredictable.

After a long time, Fu Ling got up, took the scroll painting and parchment, and the small wooden carving in her arms, came out of the room, and closed the door.

He sealed the past that didn't belong to him, the memories he never had, in the hut.

At this time, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, Fu Ling turned around, took a last look at the cabin standing behind the sea of ​​flowers, and then walked into the dark tunnel.

That was the place he came from, the place he should go, and walked back along the tunnel. The people in the tomb waited for a long time, and when they saw him come out, they all looked at him with burning eyes.

Yan Zhu seemed to have something to say, just when he was about to speak, Fu Ling said to Gu Hunhong before him, "I got what you asked for."

Han Bin and Liu Yongquan looked at the sheepskin scroll with fiery eyes, but they both knew that they couldn't move at this time.

Gu Hunhong nodded: "Master Fu, please rest assured, I will definitely keep my promise."

Fu Ling then turned to look at Yan Zhu, and said: "There are red sun flowers below, and I will let people pick them later. I have done what I promised you. After today..."

Fuling paused for a moment, then said, "We don't want to meet again."

Yan Zhu was startled.

Fu Ling saw a deep pool in those starry eyes, which was filled with pain at this time, Yan Zhu said with difficulty: "No, I won't agree."

Fu Ling only glanced at it, then turned her head away, and said to Gu Hunhong, "Master Gu Hun is so familiar with the tomb, the map in his hand should be more detailed than mine, please lead the way, if you want to go out, follow along Those who don’t want to go out stay here to die.”

After finishing speaking, he didn't care what other people's expressions were, he carried Qiu Yi on his back and left.

Gu Hunhong took out the fire folder and walked in the front. Everyone had their own thoughts along the way, but no one spoke.

Until she left the tomb, Fu Ling didn't speak a word to Yan Zhu again.

After leaving the tomb, Gu Hunhong's people had already prepared the horse outside, Fu Ling tied it in front of the horse, and then stepped onto the horse's back.

"Poria!"

Fuling was riding on the horse, and when he heard the sound, he reined in the reins, his back was straightened, and the horse took a few steps on the spot. Fuling looked back, and Yan Zhu was standing behind the Gobi, with continuous sand dunes behind him, and the setting sun had already set In the middle of the sand dunes, there were a few scattered stars hanging on the dark blue sky, Yan Zhu's expression could not be seen clearly in the night.

But those starry eyes, which were always as calm as water, must be staring at him at this moment.

The desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan is like a moon.

How many stories of joys and sorrows, how many long years, finally drifted away with the wind, only this vast sand sea and the crescent moon above the head remain unchanged from ancient times.

Fu Ling didn't say anything in the end, he turned his head, the horse under him neighed, and ran to the depths of the distant and unknown desert.

In his short life, he has experienced many separations and met many people, always coming and going in a hurry.

Only this time, the westerly wind in the desert roared, rolling up the yellow sand all over the sky, blowing it so hard that he didn't dare to stop for a moment, but he still didn't take his heart away.

The iron gate was closed, and the stone slab was moved back to its original position. Ye Cheng was still lying under the desert, but the last secret of Hongyang Sect spread like wildfire.

It turned out that 18 years ago, the leader of the Hongyang Sect, Ye Cheng, sent his wife away and gave birth to a posthumous son. This person is the current master of the Wanchou Sect, known as the king of evil sword Hades in the world - Fuling.

Fu Ling colluded with the Tongtian Sect, and "Red Sun Promise", which had disappeared for many years, reappeared in the world.

Fu Ling took Qiu Yi to the headquarters of Tongtian Sect. Tongtian Sect was built in an oasis. In the desert.

There are many pavilions in Tongtianjiao, which are connected by corridors to form a closed building complex, one of which is extremely tall, named "Zhaixing Building".

Taken from the poem "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand."

Fu Ling looked at the small porcelain vase on the table, and asked with a sullen face, "Are you kidding me?"

"As I said, as long as Master Fu Sect helps me expand the Tongtian Sect, I will definitely help him detoxify, but this expansion of power does not happen overnight, and detoxification cannot be achieved overnight either," Gu Hunhong put the small porcelain bottle in In front of Fuling, "One antidote a month can completely cure Liuliu's number of poisons. As long as he takes the medicine on time, he will be no different from ordinary people during this period, and there will be no seizures."

Fu Ling said, "Six six and twelve?"

Gu Hunhong didn't know whether he was pretending to be confused or really confused, and corrected him: "It's six six thirty-six."

Fu Ling narrowed her eyes: "Three years?"

"That's right. During this period, the master of the Fu Sect can move freely. As long as it doesn't involve the Tongtian Sect, I won't interfere with other things." Medicine, he will surely die."

Don't say three years, five years, ten years, as long as Qiu Yi is still lying there, Fuling has no choice.

Fuling and Qiu Yi have known each other since they were young, and they are best brothers. From Dongqingmen to Wanqiumen, the two have been noisy all the way to this day. Needless to say, their friendship, Qiu Yi went to the northwest tomb for him, if he lost his life because of it , Fu Ling will never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

Fu Ling held the small porcelain bottle in her hands, and it took her a long time to utter a word: "Okay."

Gu Hunhong smiled slightly, and stood up: "Then the master of the Fu sect can rest here in Zhaixing Building, and I won't bother you."

"Ten years ago, you were the one who asked Ding Yue to lead the Four Sages of Flowing Cloud over."

Gu Hunhong turned around, with some appreciation in his eyes, he nodded calmly: "That's right."

Fu Ling continued: "For the chapter "Red Sun Wuji Gong" in my mother's hand."

"In a sense, the master of the Fu sect should thank me and Ding Yue," Gu Hunhong said, "The master of the Fu sect was born extraordinary, and shouldn't be a farmer in the mountains, let alone the hatred of killing his father is irreconcilable, Liu Yun Which of the four sages did not participate in the siege back then?"

Fu Ling said coldly, "I really want to kill you right now."

"Master Fu, as long as "Red Sun Promise" is still there, even if Ding Yue doesn't come, someone will come sooner or later. As long as you are the son of Ye Cheng and the witch, they will not let you go." Gu Hunhong looked Xiang Fuling, his pupils are a little darker than ordinary people, "We are the same kind of people, so we should be in the same boat."

Fuling let out a "bah" and said, "Fart, don't confuse me with you."

The author has something to say: the sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan is like a hook. ——Li He's "Horse Poetry"

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand.

Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly beings. ——Li Bai's "Night Overnight in a Mountain Temple"

The latter two will be separated for a period of time, and it may be a little bit of abuse, but don't worry, everyone, if there is no problem with the relationship, they will come back sweetly!