Vendetta

Chuanqiongmen——

"Since the Crescent Moon Gang refuses to come, then we don't have to wait any longer," Zhang Tingsheng said with a serious expression as he sat on the first seat, "I won't repeat the rest, it is already a certainty that Poria is a remnant of the Hongyang Sect. Everyone knows that the Wanchou Sect has also merged into the Tongtian Sect, this is a serious problem in the world and must be eliminated as soon as possible!"

"Master Zhang is right. The Tongtian Sect has harmed countless people, and celebrities from all walks of life have not been spared. Xu Yizhao from the Taizemen, Liang Ruzhu from the Huoshan School, Han Yuanguang from the Huaishan School, Liao Pingtao from the Tongnan School, and Huang Shicai from the Chuanqiongmen. They are all martial artists. Yingjie, this teaching is hard to calm people's hearts!" Liu Yongquan squinted his mung bean eyes, and slapped his palm on the table. He usually has a gentle and smooth appearance, and he is rarely so excited.

How could Liu Yongquan not be angry?Gu Hunhong backtracked and used himself as a gunman, never giving him the real "Red Sun Promise Kungfu" at all!

Liu Yongquan has been in business for many years. He is more like a merchant than a martial artist. How can a merchant make a loss-making business?How can you fall into someone else's trap!

After Liao Pingtao's death, the eldest son Liao Haichang inherited the head of the Tongnan School. He was about the same age as Feng Wenjie, and he was sitting in the banquet with red eyes at this time: "My father died tragically at the hands of Fuling. !"

Feng Wenjie, the head of the Dongqing Sect who had been too cowardly to speak out, finally dared to say a few words at this moment: "Fu Ling killed his teacher and fellow sect many years ago, and I knew he was such a wicked person at that time!"

Han Bin sneered and said: "Today, the famous martial arts sects are gathered together, but the head of the Huoshan sect is absent for no reason. I don't know if he is still thinking about the friendship of the same sect back then, can't he be ruthless?"

"The Huoshan School has always distinguished right from wrong, and will never show favoritism to the wicked." Yan Zhu raised his eyes and glanced at Han Bin, with a calm tone, "Master's breakthrough in swordsmanship in retreat on the mountain is just to prepare for cleaning up the sect."

"I hope so," Han Bin chuckled with deep meaning, "Nephew Yan must also remember not to do anything against the righteous way."

Yan Zhu raised his eyes and looked at him: "This is natural."

Among them, Taizemen can only be regarded as a middle-level sect, and its strength is not high or low. The head of the school, Gao Xing, has been obsessed with seeking immortals and asking for immortality. He didn't care much about the internal affairs of the school. The elixir came to Wulin and Xini, and seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he hurried out to smooth things over: "Everyone, let's hurry up and discuss the plan."

Before Chang Rusong arrived, Zhang Tingsheng had the greatest fame and reputation here. He stood up and said loudly: "The matter has come to this, we should work together to hunt down Fu Ling and Gu Hunhong. It is my generation's responsibility that we will go to the northwest to encircle and suppress the Tongtian Sect in one month's time!"

The people in the seat also got up one after another, and said in unison: "Surround and suppress the evil religion, eliminate the evil and do everything, it is an incumbent duty!"

The shouts were loud, Yan Zhu stood among these people, but couldn't help but think of Fu Ling's smiling eyes.

The two had been separated for more than three months. At this time, the summer was coming to an end, the heat of the scorching heat was blown away by the wind, and the vegetation outside the window was already showing a bit of bleakness.

Tongtian religion——

"No matter how big the desert is, there is only yellow sand. The Central Plains is the real land of prosperity. I've been dormant for so many years, and it's time to come out."

The ground was full of dark paper, each paper was full of words, Gu Hunhong picked up one, stroked the rough paper, and said to Ding Yue beside him: "Take these exercises Distributed to believers in various strongholds, summoned various forces, and we set off for the Liu family in Wuzhou."

No matter what you want to do, you need money to support it. As a wealthy and relatively weak Liu family, it is naturally the best choice.

Ding Yue glanced at the content on the paper. There was no "Thousand Characters", so she transcribed it once in Hu and Han languages. Although Ding Yue had never read the chapter of "Red Sun Promise", she could tell that this The exercises on paper are basically the same as the original ones!

She hesitated and said, "Master, this exercise..."

"You're not too stupid. I compiled this exercise according to "Red Sun Promise Kung Fu". Do you think everyone can practice "Red Sun Promise Kung Fu?" Gu Hunhong shook the paper in his hand casually Shaking, said: "Even if I can, why should I do this? I have worked hard for more than ten years, just to let others pick up such a bargain? What are they!"

Ding Yue said: "However, to practice this exercise, one must kill someone's life..."

"You just found out today? Why, after staying with Fuling for a long time, do you think you are a good person?" Gu Hunhong crumpled the paper in his hand and put it into the palm of his hand, and the paper turned into powder. From time to time, it leaked out, "This exercise I made up can quickly improve the skill, so what harms others? What if it is easy to go crazy? They still flock to it? I can't do it in my life!"

Ding Yue stared at the piles of exercises, pursed her lips tightly, and did not respond.

Gu Hunhong patted the residue on his hands, and said in a calm tone: "Ding Yue, for the sake of our master and apprentice, I will warn you one last time, if you dare to have the slightest disagreement, I will make your life more painful than your death. "

Ding Yue immediately lowered her head, knelt on the ground and said, "Apprentice understands."

"You'd better understand." After Gu Hunhong finished speaking, he turned and walked past Ding Yue, picking up the paper ashes on the ground. Ding Yue still lowered his head and let the paper ashes splash on his face, covering his head and body. , dare not hide.

Fu Ling and Gu Hunyu were inseparable almost every day, and Fu Ling was afraid that she would not notice, and this apprentice with pigtails was dragged into the stable and trampled to death by the horse's hoof.

So this time when I went to the Liu family in Wuzhou, Fu Ling had to bring Gu Hunyu with her.

Gu Hunhong secretly summoned Tongtian believers in Wuzhou, intending to catch Liu Yongquan by surprise, and let Fu Ling go away with them in order to prevent surprise.

Of course, not only to prevent too many people from attracting attention, Gu Hunhong let Fu Ling go alone at a station in front of Wuzhou to prevent Fu Ling from tipping off the news and leaking his whereabouts, and met them in Wuzhou three days later.

Fu Ling took Gu Hunyu with him, and the two of them joined forces, naturally faster than Gu Hunhong, and it only took two days to reach Wuzhou.

However, after a few months, Fu Ling came to this bustling town in the Central Plains again, and she felt as if she had passed away.

"Who else can I tip off to?" Fu Ling corrected the mask on her face, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Who else would believe me?"

It was the first time for Gu Hunyu to leave the northwest and come to the Central Plains. Here were all the scenery he had never seen before, the green willows on the roadside, the boats on the river bank, the rows of blue tiles and white houses... Gu Hunyu felt that everything was novel and opened his eyes wide. Looking around, he heard the words and replied casually: "I believe it."

"Absent-minded, will you be perfunctory to Master? Let's go, Master will take you to eat something good!" Fu Ling rubbed Gu Hunyu's head. To prevent attracting attention, all the braids on Gu Hunyu's head were taken apart, Children in the Central Plains are like children, tied into two corners.

His hair is not soft, on the contrary, it is very hard, because it has been tied into many small braids for a long time, and it has grown into a curly hair that does not fit well, and the feel is really not very good.

But Fu Ling didn't care, he thought rubbing it was fun.

Looking for something to eat, Fu Ling took Gu Hunyu to the door of a pastry shop, and before she had time to lift her foot to step through the threshold, she heard voices coming from inside.

"Young master, you don't eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, what do you buy it for?"

Fu Ling thought to herself, this voice is a bit familiar, but with such an ordinary voice, it must be similar to just pulling two men over on the street.

However, as soon as the voice of the person who answered the call came out, Fu Ling stopped immediately.

The sound is like snow water in early spring, melting into a cold mountain spring, and it has haunted Poria's soul countless times in every long night of howling wind in the desert.

The voice was very peaceful: "Wrap it up, he likes it."

Lingling has seven strings, and the trees are clear and dark. (Note)

It was just a light tone that disturbed Fu Ling's heart.

Fu Ling suddenly regained her senses, turned around and grabbed Gu Hunyu, and hid behind the high wall outside the pastry shop.

"Master..." Gu Hunyu was speechless, his mouth was covered by Fu Ling.

Soon two people came out of the shop, one was dressed in a green shirt, with a long sword with silver patterns on his waist, handsome and handsome, with a noble temperament.

The other followed closely behind, wearing a dark blue round-neck gown and also wearing a sword at his waist.

It was Yan Zhu and Li Zhong.

Yan Zhu was carrying a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and when he walked to the door of the pastry shop, he stopped suddenly.

Li Zhong asked suspiciously, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Yan Zhu was silent for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile: "It's nothing, I'm probably a little dazed."

Li Zhong wanted to persuade him a few words, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

There was only a wall between Fu Ling and them, and he hid behind the wall, silently watching Yan Zhu go farther and farther away.

Even Gu Hunyu could feel him trembling.

When the two of them were completely gone, so far away that they couldn't even see their shadows, Fu Ling led Gu Hunyu out from behind the wall.

Gu Hunyu saw that Fu Ling's expression was not very good, and asked: "Master, what's wrong with you? Do you know that person just now?"

Fu Ling nodded: "I know."

Gu Hunyu asked again: "Is that your enemy?"

"No," Fu Ling rubbed Gu Hunyu's frizzy head, and said dissatisfiedly, "What do you think, what a crime your master has committed, the streets are full of enemies?"

Gu Hunyu protected the messy top of his head, "Then why are you hiding from him? Do you owe him money?"

"No," Fu Ling said slowly, "because I like him."

Gu Hunyu raised his head in disbelief: "But, that, that's a man!"

"I know, I can see it," Fu Ling said, "Let's not talk about that, let's go shopping."

The two of them went to the busiest market in Wuzhou City. Along the way, Gu Hunyu looked around and bought a lot of trinkets, snacks, and food. He ate three skewers of candied haws alone.

Fu Ling followed behind Gu Hunyu absent-mindedly, his thoughts had already been distracted by the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

After walking more than half of the street market, Fu Ling suddenly stopped when she was approaching the inn.

Gu Hunyu was eating sugar pancakes, but found that the people behind had not followed, so he turned his head and shouted: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

"Now that I think about it, I do owe him money."

Fu Ling was brought back to his senses by Gu Hunyu, he looked up and saw several white clouds of different shapes floating on the blue sky above his head, he seemed to have made a big decision, and after a while, he continued: "So I want to See him again."

The author has something to say: Lingling has seven strings, and Wanmu is yin. ——Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River"