Vendetta

"I am the seventh son of Yuhunnan. My mother is a Han who was sold into slavery. I have six older brothers and four younger sisters. My father doesn't care about my life at all. In the tribe, the status of a slave is even lower than that of an animal. How about, when I was three years old, my mother was tortured to death, leaving me alone, I ate the bark and grass roots, and snatched the leftover bones from others..." Gu Hunhong was playing with a luminous cup in his hand, his tone Indifferent, as if telling someone else's story, "Later, I stole a horse and ran out, and met the head of the Huoshan School at that time, so I worshiped him as a teacher and became a major disciple of the Huoshan School."

Speaking of this, Gu Hunhong suddenly exerted strength with his fingertips, and the luminous cup in his hand was crushed by him, and his tone sank: "Obviously I am the eldest disciple, my martial arts are not inferior to anyone, but the master will take the position of head It was passed on to Chang Rusong, just because I am not from the Central Plains, but a hybrid of Han and Hu Shengsheng, and I am not qualified to inherit the position of head. Even if the master passed it on to me, the Central Plains martial arts would not agree. ?”

Fu Ling looked up at him: "If you didn't inherit the position of head, are you going to harm people? Those innocent people were killed by you for no reason, what right do you have to blame others?"

"Who in this world dares to say that he is innocent?" Gu Hunhong slapped the fragments of the luminous cup on the table, the powder flowed out with his fingertips, Gu Hunhong's eyes were red: "The strong are respected, and the weak deserve it." Bullying is the way of the world!"

Fu Ling also raised her voice: "Why is the world like this? Because the strong bully the weak. In the past, you were the weak and were bullied by others. Now you are the strong but bully the weak. What is the difference between you and those people?"

"Master Fumen is right. There is no difference between me and those people. Unfortunately, not everyone can be like Master Fumen." Gu Hunhong patted the powder on his hands, "Master Fumen shovels the strong and bully the weak. What is the reputation of justice? What is the reputation of the Huaishan faction and Chuanqiongmen gang of hypocrites?"

Fu Ling said: "Fame depends on other people's mouth, I have a clear conscience."

"But you are unwilling." Gu Hunhong curled the corners of his lips, "Master Fu, you still don't understand? The world of knights and righteous men has long since died."

Fu Ling also looked at him, without any wavering in her eyes: "Chivalry is dead, I will revive chivalry, Jianghu is dead, and I will rebuild Jianghu."

Gu Hunhong walked towards the door, and chuckled lightly when he heard the words: "Then I'll wait and see."

After Gu Hunhong left, Fu Ling took out the pills in the small porcelain bottle, soaked them in water to dissolve them, opened Qiu Yi's mouth, and poured water into Qiu Yi's mouth.

He poured it very skillfully. After pouring the water in, he pressed Qiu Yi's mouth to prevent him from spitting it out.

Qiu Yi closed his eyes tightly, choked for a while, and swallowed all the water without wasting a single drop.

After a while, Qiu Yi opened his eyes, coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ahem, cough, I...why do I feel like I'm choking on water?"

Fu Ling's face remained unchanged and said: "Oh, I'm afraid you will die of thirst, so I poured you a cup of tea."

"It's really good, you, ahem, you are not afraid of choking me to death..." Qiu Yi got up from the bed and looked around. There were tables and chairs made of unfamiliar mahogany lacquerware, covered with sheepskin carpets, and there was a picture hanging on the wall. The picture of flowers and birds, the blue and white porcelain vase and the horn cup are put together, it is simply nondescript, but this style seems to have been seen somewhere.

"Don't be afraid, your life is very rough. You have to live for 1 years. When the flood comes, you can swim. A little tea can't kill you." Fuling sat at the table, drinking tea and eating peanuts, seeing Qiu Yi woke up. , said: "Do you want to eat fried peanuts?"

"Did you fry it?" Qiu Yi sat down and dropped two pills into his mouth, "Where are we?"

Fuling said: "Tongtianjiao."

"Oh..." Qiu Yi came to his senses. He managed to slow down just now, and was almost caught by these two peanuts, "cough cough cough...what are you talking about? Where are we?"

"Tong Tian Sect," Fu Ling said, "Did you become deaf after sleeping?"

"No, why were we arrested by the Tongtian Sect? Where are the others?" Qiu Yi looked around, and felt that this place really didn't look like a place for prisoners. How could prisoners be treated like peanuts?

Fuling was still eating peanuts, "I didn't get caught, I came here by myself, Gu Hunhong is the leader of Tongtian Sect, I think there is a future with him."

Qiu Yi's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? The Tongtian Sect has harmed countless people, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Fu Ling: "I'm not talking nonsense. I'm the son of the leader of the Hongyang Sect. Now the whole world knows about it. They probably want to kill me."

"You are Ye Cheng's son? How is this possible?" Qiu Yi said incredulously, recalling what happened in the tomb, "Then...does your father know that he raised his son for someone else?"

"I don't know if he knows it or not. That's not the point..." Fu Ling didn't know how to explain, so she had to say vaguely, "Anyway, it's like this now."

"No," Qiu Yi shook his head, "We can't stay in Tongtian Sect, we should leave now, brother, I will cover you, as long as I live, I will never let you die!"

Qiu Yi's martial arts and sword skills are far behind Fu Ling's, but now he says he wants to cover him, Fu Ling is moved in his heart, but his face is still cold: "How do you cover me? Anyway, no matter whether I do good or evil, the world will only do it. Scold me, what difference does it make if I am good or evil?"

"Fu Ling!" Qiu Yi looked at him incredulously, "We originally said that we wanted to eradicate the strong and help the weak, and act chivalrously together! How could you say that?"

Fu Ling asked back: "Am I wrong?"

"You..." Qiu Yi pointed at Fu Ling, he was so angry that he didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth for a long time before he said, "You...you should be sober first, I won't talk to you anymore."

After speaking, Qiu Yi got up, opened the door and walked out.

Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian outside the door saw Qiu Yi go out angrily, they walked in, Zhang Facai asked strangely: "Boss, did you quarrel with Brother Qiu?"

"It's okay, the Zhaixing Building is only this big, and he will come back after a while." Fuling ate peanuts and asked, "Did you send the dried red sunflowers?"

"All have been delivered," Zhang Fa said, "Young Master Yan said he wanted to see you."

Fu Ling was chewing peanuts, she stopped when she heard the words, and after a moment of silence, she said, "No see."

Wang Youqian pointed out the window, and said, "I'm, already, here."

Fu Ling was slightly stunned, and stretched her head to look at the railing outside the building, and sure enough, she saw a figure in green clothes standing downstairs. The gatekeepers of the Tongtian Sect wouldn't let him in, but they couldn't drive him away, so he could only stand there. there.

Fu Ling withdrew her gaze, then sighed: "I see, I want to entrust you with one last thing."

Zhang Facai didn't know, so he said, "If the boss has anything to say, just tell him directly. It doesn't matter if there are thousands of things."

"No, just this last thing," Fu Ling said, "there are only a few people I trust. I'm afraid I won't be able to see one thing, and others can't count on it either..."

Wang Youqian said: "Boss, please tell me, we will do it, do our best, do our best."

Fu Ling said slowly: "If Yan Zhu fails to seize the throne in the future, I hope you can help him, at least let him save his life."

The tone of this confession made Wang Youqian feel uneasy: "Boss, you, you are..."

Fu Ling said: "You have money, do you know that? You don't stutter when you lie."

Wang Youqian was taken aback for a moment: "I..."

Fu Ling continued: "I know that you took the bamboo weaving flowers. You can't just leave Qiurong in an accident. I can understand that I didn't let you speak out in the tomb before because I didn't want to drag you into the water. From now on, you Back to the Crescent Moon Gang, everything I do in the future has nothing to do with you."

Both Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian were shocked, Zhang Facai was anxious to speak: "Boss, our brothers for so many years..."

Fu Ling said: "For the sake of our brothers for so many years, you just promise me this last thing."

Although his tone was not hurried, it carried an unshakable attitude.

There was a long silence in the room, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian half-kneeled in front of Fuling at the same time, just like when they first met in the restaurant three years ago.

The two said in unison: "Boss, don't worry, then we will do our best to save Young Master Yan's life."

Fu Ling still nodded, helped them up, clasped her fists and solemnly said, "Thank you."

Reaching for the Stars Downstairs——

"You can't go in," the believer guarding the gate said in substandard Chinese, "The master of Fumen sent someone to say that he doesn't want to see you."

Yan Zhu said: "He doesn't see me, so I'll just stand here and wait."

The Zhaixing Building is not only a building in the church, but also a "wall". Qiu Yi happened to come down from the Zhaixing Building and saw Yan Zhu at a glance.

"Master Yan, why are you here?"

Yan Zhu's expression was gloomy: "Fu Ling doesn't want to see me."

Qiu Yi was in a coma at the time, and didn't know what happened to the two of them afterwards, so he said strangely: "Don't want to see you? How could it be possible, he was talking about you every day before, and hoped for the stars and the moon to bring you here. How could he not want to see you?"

Yan Zhu lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly: "I don't know why."

"Brother Qiu!"

A woman's voice sounded, and Ermen Duojia was still wearing a yellow gauze dress, and she was running over quickly with a basket in her hand.

"Miss Huang!" Qiu Yi's eyes lit up, "Why are you here?"

Ermenduojia smiled and picked up the basket to show him, "I'll send you goat cheese. Uncle Chen told me that you are here. I helped Uncle Chen make dried flowers before. Is your benefactor in there? ?”

"Fu Ling is here," Qiu Yi asked the guard at the door, "Can she go in?"

"Yes." The guard nodded, pointing to Yan Zhu: "Master Fu only said that he was not alone."

Yan Zhu clenched his fists under his sleeves suddenly, and he took out a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from his arms: "Please Shaoxia Qiu help me bring this to him."

Qiu Yi took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and seeing Yan Zhu's gloomy expression, he really couldn't bear it, so he comforted him: "He doesn't know what happened today, it's weird, don't worry, I'll ask him for you."

Yan Zhu forced a smile: "Thank you."

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was given to Qiu Yi, but Yan Zhu didn't leave, he was still standing downstairs, looking up.

He had just seen that familiar figure inside the railing of the tall building.

After a while, the shadow came out, getting closer to the railing, and far away, he knew that Fu Ling had seen him.

The author has something to say: I changed the typesetting today, I wonder if it will be better than before? (???ω???)?