Vendetta

When Ermian Duojia came down from the Zhaixing Tower, Qiu Yi, who was supposed to get away, didn't get far, and was sitting downstairs sulking.

"Brother Qiu, my benefactor asked me to leave with you."

"He really said that?" Qiu Yi stood up, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Well, don't worry, Miss Huang, I will definitely protect you!"

Ermian Duojia smiled: "Thank you Brother Qiu!"

"No thanks, no thanks, what a big deal..." Qiu Yi waved his hands, but couldn't help looking up, "We're all gone, what can he do by himself?"

Ermian Duojia thought for a while, and said: "The benefactor must have something to do, so he let us go. Aren't you brothers? My father said that sworn brothers are 'An Da'. They trust each other all their lives, and they are better than each other. Brothers are dear."

"You're right, I'm confused, I don't know what kind of person he is? How could he harm people? But I always feel that he has something to hide from me," Qiu Yi sighed, and said lonely: "That's right, I'm not good at martial arts, and I can't turn my head around, so staying here won't help me."

Ermian Duojia shook his head, and said seriously: "But to the benefactor, Brother Qiu must be a very important person."

"It doesn't matter. Let's travel around and find a place isolated from the world. If something happens in the future, take him there. If we can't beat us, we will hide." Qiu Yi stood up and patted his clothes. The anxiety came back again, he had never experienced any big ups and downs in his life, there was very little haze in those big eyes, and it was hard to hide things, emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy were clearly reflected in them.

Seeing his confident look, Ermen Duojia couldn't help laughing too.

Picking Star Tower——

Yan Zhu had already left, and the downstairs was empty, Fu Ling was still sitting behind the wooden door, with an empty oiled paper bag in front of her, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus was so weak that she could barely smell it.

Fu Ling's eyes were still fixed on the outside of the wooden door, and she didn't raise her head when she heard the footsteps.

"Since Master Fu wanted to see him so much, why didn't you want to meet him after the man stood downstairs for so long just now?"

"Ding Tang's supervisor is really lenient." Fu Ling glanced at the visitor slightly, "Don't call me the master of the sect. It's hard to say who owns the Wanqiu sect now."

Ding Yue was silent for a moment, then said: "I was the one who was sorry for you in the past."

"I'm sorry?" Fu Ling turned her head now, as if she had heard a big joke, but there was no smile in his eyes, only biting hatred, "Do you think I want to hear this sentence?"

Ding Yue did not kill Fu Ling's parents and sister, but Ding Yue caused their death. An apology as light as a feather can neither save Fu Ling's family, nor heal the hatred and pain in Fu Ling's heart.

"It's nothing," Ding Yue smiled wryly and shook her head, "I know you hate me to the core."

"Then get lost," Fu Ling looked at her coldly, "I won't kill you because Qiu Yi's life is still in Gu Hunhong's hands, otherwise you would have died long ago."

"I understand." Ding Yue nodded clearly: "I came here to say that my elder brother didn't know anything about the previous incident. Gu Hunhong accepted me as an apprentice when he realized that his elder brother was not in the world. All the things I have done, the sins are borne by me alone, I hope that my brother will not be implicated in the future."

"Do you think I'm the same as you?" Fu Ling said indifferently, "If Ding Huai didn't harm anyone, I wouldn't kill him."

"Thank you."

"Get out after you finish talking, and expect me to see you off?" Fu Ling turned her head to the side, not wanting to take another look.

Ding Yue didn't move, and Fu Ling ignored her, just staring at the blue sky outside the building.

Looking at it from Ding Yue's point of view, only half of Fu Ling's profile can be seen, from the line of the brow bone to the lower jaw, smooth and graceful, it is quite different from the clingy child in Zimai Village, but that pure and harmonious Honestly, nothing has changed.

"Is it worth doing this to save Qiu Yi's life?"

"Whether I do something is worth it or not is not for others to judge."

"That's right..." Ding Yue lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Whether it's worth it or not, only you know..."

"Are you going to go or not?"

"I'm leaving now," Ding Yue could hear his impatience, but said in a gentle tone: "Let me tell you, we will go to Rouran Sixteen in three days."

"Understood." Fu Ling said.

The Sixteen tribes of Rouran were the largest sixteen tribes in Rouran. After Rouran was destroyed, although the lineage of Rouran Khan was wiped out, the Sixteen tribes remained.

There is no way, whoever let the first emperor die too early, even his own mausoleum has not had time to finish, let alone take care of these sixteen.

Today's Holy Majesty has been in power for more than 20 years. He has been fishing for 20 years without any achievements. Although he can't compete with Mingjun, he is not too stupid. He has no ambitions, and he is self-taught in He Xini's ability. For the sixteen parts of Rouran, he can be coaxed if he can be coaxed by giving titles and fiefdoms.

But keeping tigers as a threat is not a long-term solution after all.

Leaving the desert full of yellow sand and walking through the Gobi Desert, the mountains on both sides have few trees, mostly shrubs and meadows. Behind the large expanses of highland barley land is the endless grassland.

Yu Hun rode at the front, with Fu Ling on the left and Ding Yue on the right. The Qiu Dun brothers rode behind Gu Hunhong, and behind them were thousands of Tongtian sect members.

The yurt was already visible in front, and it was not convenient to ride horses for the rest of the way, so everyone got off their horses one after another, and there was a person in front, who was approaching quickly.

The man stopped five steps away, held a folding fan and said respectfully: "Master, the leaders of the sixteen branches of Rouran have arrived and are already waiting for you outside the tent."

"It's because of Fu Ling's face. I didn't get this kind of treatment when I came here before." Gu Hunhong looked at Fu Ling and curled his lips. "There will be Lao Fu Sect Master in a while."

"There are so many capable people and strangers around Hierarch Guhun, maybe I won't be needed." Fu Ling glanced at Ding Huai, without saying anything, just passed him, and led the horse forward.

"Poria..."

"Brother," Ding Yue grabbed Ding Huai, shook her head, and stopped his words, "Don't bother him."

"Forget it," Ding Huai shook his head, "After all, we are the ones who can't stand him."

The sixteen tribes of Rouran included the Guhun clan, but other tribes looked down on Guhunhong, so they deliberately distanced themselves from the Guhun clan. Fifteen chiefs stood outside the felt tent. The leader was Hexi Cheng, the leader of the Hexi clan, The clan is currently the most powerful, and Rouran respects the strong, so Hexi is naturally the leader.

He Xicheng was over half a hundred years old, but he didn't look old at all, his eyes were piercing, his face was tough, and he was not angry.

He sized up the person, his eyes skipped over Gu Hunhong, when his eyes fell on Fu Ling, he collected himself, with an incredulous look in his eyes, and said something nonsense.

Fu Ling couldn't understand, but he knew that He Xicheng was looking at him, so he stood there without changing his face and let him watch.

Just look at it, can you still see a flower on his face?

Ding Yue stayed in the northwest for a long time, and she could understand most of Hu's language. She explained, "He asked how to prove that you are the son of a witch."

Fu Ling said: "I haven't seen it for so long, I am my mother's son, how can I prove it?"

Gu Hunhong said in nonsense: "He is the son of the witch, how does the leader of Hexi want to prove it?"

He Xicheng then looked at Gu Hunhong, with contempt in his wolf-like eyes, and then he shouted: "Batulu!"

A big man as strong as an ox came out from the crowd. This big man was tall and burly, with his arms bare, half kneeling respectfully in front of He Xicheng.

He Xicheng pointed to the big man, then pointed to Fu Ling, and said something.

Ding Yue said: "He said that the witch is psychic and blessed by the gods. With her blood on your body, you can defeat the warriors in the tribe."

Fu Ling was speechless at this set of completely illogical remarks, he said: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

But He Xicheng and the other tribal leaders all looked solemn, obviously convinced, and quickly gave up a large piece of open space.

Ding Huai put away the folding fan, and said solemnly: "People in Rouran believe that witches are the closest to gods, and they are the reincarnation of gods, so witches are omnipotent."

"The most powerful warrior in the tribe can be called Batulu." Ding Yue glanced at the strong and strong man, and asked in a low voice, "No weapons are allowed in the competition, Fu Ling, do you have a chance of winning?"

"Don't come here hypocritically. If I die, I will be killed by you. Others can't beat me to death." Fu Ling sneered, picked up the knife behind her, threw it aside, and walked to the open space first.

Everyone formed a circle, enclosing Fu Ling and the big man in the middle.

The grass was empty, and Fuling was not weak, but the big man was born with a broad chest and a thick back. Standing in front of Fuling, the big man was like a hill.

There was a deafening drum sound all around, and the heavy drum hammer hit the cowhide drum, just like billowing thunder and dense raindrops falling on the vast expanse of grassland.

The big man roared, and rushed towards Fuling aggressively.

Fu Ling dodged the punch lightly and kicked the big man in the chest.

Fu Ling felt that she had kicked on the iron plate. The big man in front of him just leaned back a little, and quickly stabilized his body without moving a single step.

People who practice martial arts in the Central Plains mostly rely on swords and other weapons, while in the Northwest they pay more attention to inner martial arts, and they use real swords and guns to beat their bodies. Without weapons, Fuling will inevitably suffer.

After several rounds, Fuling didn't hurt the big man, but his lightness kung fu was too flexible, so the big man couldn't do anything to Fuling.

"Brother," Ding Yue asked quietly in Ding Huai's ear, "Do you have any poison?"

"Are you going to poison?" Ding Huai was startled, and then he disagreed, "Rouran people are not fools, if you do something under their noses, you can't be kind today."

Ding Yue asked, "Then what should we do?"

Ding Huai pondered for a moment, and said: "Fu Ling is not a nature to suffer, he will not sit and wait for death, as long as..."

However, before he finished speaking, he heard an extremely miserable strange cry not far away.

The two looked up at the same time, only to see that Fu Ling kicked the big man in the crotch. The big man fell to the ground amidst everyone's astonishment and regret.

"I'm sorry." Fu Ling said sincerely, and walked to the side to pick up the Longya Saber.

There was deathly silence all around, only the painful groans of the big man.

Ding Yue asked in a low voice: "Can you still be kind now?"

With a "plop", Rouran, headed by Hexi, saluted with one hand, half-kneeled in front of Fu Ling, and said devoutly in Hu language: "The felt curtain is lifted up by the wind, and the Qionglu opens to the sun, (Note) God is above, since the witch disappeared, I haven't got psychic for 18 years, today I got my wish!"

The sound of piercing clouds and cracking rocks echoed across the vast grassland with a somewhat sad majesty.

Fuling stood up straight, nodded slightly, looked at the kneeling men and women, his gaze fell further away, the overlapping high mountains were covered with snow all the year round, and the ice and snow merged into the river, just like the nine-day Milky Way falling into the mortal world, giving birth to this born girl. Peoples chasing across the grasslands.

The wind of the prairie was blowing on his white face like jade. The childishness of the boy was still there, but he already had firm eyes, and the mountains and rivers were reflected in his eyes.

After a while, Fu Ling finally spoke, and he only said one sentence.

He said, "What did they just say?"

The author has something to say: The felt curtain is raised to watch the wind, and the dome opens to the sun. ——Yang Guang, "Poetry Compose by the Banquet of the Turkic Dynasty in the Cloud"