Vendetta

"Fu Ling, it's too late to turn around now."

Fu Ling asked back: "Why should I turn back? Do you think I came here today to turn back?"

"Then why did you kill him?"

"Why? Why?" Fu Ling shook her head, and said sadly, "Then why did you come? Why did you wake up? If you fall asleep, we won't have to fight each other with swords."

Yan Zhu frowned and said, "You must kill him?"

Fu Ling smiled softly, "Is there anyone in this world that I can't kill?"

Yan Zhu said patiently: "What enmity do you have with him? If the Liu family is destroyed, the balance will be broken, and the relationship among them is intertwined and quite complicated. The overall situation may be..."

"Liu Yongquan killed Liu Wanqing's family in order to get the secret book and stabilize the Liu family's status in the world. Shouldn't he be dead?" Fu Ling said indifferently, "I am not a gentleman and a knight, I can't see the big picture, I would like to ask you , What is the overall situation? 18 years ago, the Central Plains Wulin encircled and suppressed the Hongyang Sect, was it to punish the evil and promote the good, or to snatch the skills? The selfish desires of the majority, this is the overall situation?"

"The encirclement and suppression of the Hongyang Sect really needs to be investigated, but it is an indisputable fact that the Tongtian Sect has done a lot of harm to people," Yan Zhu said word by word, "You shouldn't be with them."

"If I don't join them, can people in the martial arts let me go? When I go out of this door, I am the remnant of the Hongyang sect that everyone shouts and beats. I am the son of Ye Cheng. I still have the blood of the witch in my body. I have killed so many people, the Central Plains martial arts will never allow me." Fu Ling raised the Dragon Tooth Knife, pointed the blade at Liu Yongquan, and said coldly: "If I don't kill him today, he will definitely come to kill me in the future."

Liu Yongquan scrambled and ran behind Yan Zhu, and immediately shook his head in horror when he heard this: "Don't worry, you let me go, I will never come to trouble you in the future..."

Yan Zhu said with burning eyes: "If you leave the Tongtian Sect, even if you risk your life in the future, I will definitely protect you."

Fu Ling's heart trembled, he looked at Yan Zhu, the emotion in his eyes flashed past, then he lowered his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes: "I don't need anyone's protection, I control my own life and death, I am death It's a job, and the King of Hades can't talk too much."

Fuling took a step forward, the moist surface of the Longya Knife reflected the yellow spring flowers embroidered with silver thread on the hem of the clothes, and those breathtakingly beautiful willow leaf eyes were like a deep pool of water at this moment, he said: "You If you want to block it, you should raise your sword, otherwise, let it go."

Yan Zhu didn't move, Kunwu sword was held in his hand, but the blade was hanging by his side, pointing to the ground.

"If you don't get out of the way, you can't blame me." Fu Ling made up her mind, and the Dragon Tooth Knife swung with the sound of the wind, and Yan Zhu raised her sword to block the knife.

When swords and swords intersected, they refused to give an inch, their footwork and figure changed too quickly, and it was too late to see the expression in each other's eyes. Unlike the day when they were fighting in the courtyard, there was a sense of desolation and helplessness hidden in the chilling battle.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, but things can't be controlled by others.

Yan Zhu can't watch Liu Yongquan die, even if he can protect Fuling wholeheartedly, he can't watch Fuling kill Liu Yongquan, he is the big disciple of Huoshan Sect, and he will be the Ninth Five-Year Master in the future, he must not allow Tongtian Sect to wreak havoc.

But he is also Yan Zhu at this time.

When the pitch-black blade struck again, the silver hilt turned suddenly, deliberately avoided the blade, and let the Longya Saber go towards him.

Fu Ling's pupils shrank, and he stopped the attack quickly, but he never spared any space when he used the saber. Although the Longya Saber avoided the vital point, the tip of the saber inevitably pierced into Yan Zhu's left rib.

The bright red blood stabbed Fu Ling's eyes sorely. He put away the knife, rushed over to support Yan Zhu, and said in a panic, "What are you doing? Don't you know how to hide when the knife comes over?"

"I have to stop you, but I know you always have your reasons for doing things," Yan Zhu supported himself with the Kunwu sword in one hand, and stroked Fu Ling's face with the other hand. He frowned slightly because of the wound, but his face was full of pain Pull out a gentle smile, "Don't cry, I just cried last night, don't cry anymore today, I didn't do this to make you cry..."

"Then don't do this," Fu Ling's voice trembled, but fortunately the wound was not deep, he sat down with Yan Zhu on his back, and simply wrapped up the wound, his hands moved very lightly, and his voice was low: "Yan Zhu Zhu, we are not the same people, it is better to be clean now than to die in the future, you don't have to get hurt for me, and I don't shed tears for you."

Yan Zhu asked hoarsely: "Are you willing?"

Fu Ling was silent, took a deep look at Yan Zhu, and didn't reply anymore, Liu Yongquan had just taken advantage of the fight between the two and had already run west, Fu Ling turned around, raised his knife and chased west.

Yan Zhu sat on the spot, holding the ground with his sword, the wound on his left rib was still oozing blood, and gradually the cloth wrapped outside was soaked, Yan Zhu's back was stiff, as if he couldn't hold it up, slightly Bending forward, his hand holding the sword trembled, the pain of the wound was numb, his star eyes remained motionless, watching the black figure disappear from sight.

After about a stick of incense, Li Zhong led people to find Yan Zhu. When he saw Yan Zhu's injury, he was taken aback for a moment: "My lord, why are you injured? The wound is serious?"

"No problem," Yan Zhu stood up slowly, and asked, "Is Liu Yongquan still alive?"

Li Zhongdao: "In the forest less than one mile to the west, it has been intercepted and killed by Fu Ling."

"Understood." Yan Zhu nodded, his face was pale, his back was still straight, "Let's go back."

Li Zhong hesitated and said: "But Liu's family was attacked by the Tongtian Sect, and half of the mansion was looted. How can we explain to other sects when we go back?"

"Why do we need to explain? We came all the way, and I was injured. It's the best of humanity." Yan Zhu said lightly, "The Tongnan faction is only ten miles away from here. If they want reinforcements, they should have arrived. It’s not us who are telling the truth.”

Liu Yongquan and Liu Tianxun ran away, and the remaining people didn't have much combat power. After losing their backbone, they were even more scattered. They quickly raised their hands and surrendered, and fled in all directions.

Fuling killed Liu Yongquan, and when he turned back, Gu Hunhong led the Tongtian Sect to break through the high wall and searched for property and treasures in the mansion.

"Master!" Gu Hunyu ran out from behind Ding Huai and ran towards Fuling. After seeing Fuling's expression clearly, he was startled: "Master, are you injured? Why do you look so bad?"

"I'm fine, who can hurt your master?" Fu Ling shook her head, rubbed Gu Hunyu's head, and asked, "What about you?"

Gu Hunyu said: "I'm fine."

Fu Ling pulled Gu Hunyu in front of him, looked up and down, and found nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Ding Huai, "Thank you."

Ding Huai said with a smile: "It's just a little effort, you don't have to be polite."

Fu Ling showed no expression, just nodded, as if she didn't want to stay any longer, and soon got on the horse with Gu Hunyu, and he never spoke again on the way back to the northwest.

There are thousands of miles of yellow sand, no way forward, no way back.

Picking Star Tower——

"The master Fu can't sleep either?" Ding Huai held two wine jars and said with a smile, "I just got two jars of good wine. I wonder if I can have the honor to invite the master Fu to drink with me?"

Fu Ling stood by the railing without turning her head and said, "Drink with you, and then be poisoned to death by you?"

Ding Huai sat down on his own, and said with a smile: "If I dare to poison Louzhu Fu to death right now, my master will definitely ask me to go down to be your companion."

"Are you the one who poisoned Qiu Rong?"

Ding Huai nodded calmly: "Exactly."

After a while of silence, Fu Ling turned around from the railing, sat down opposite Ding Huai, put the Dragon Tooth Knife by her side, randomly picked up a jar of wine, sniffed it closely, and said, "It smells astringent."

Ding Huai said with a smile: "This is a special product in Northwest China, and it has a bit of stamina."

Fu Ling waved away the two jars of wine on the table, and took out another two jars of wine from under the table: "If you want to drink, drink mine."

"Then Ding is welcome." Ding Huai picked up a jar, took a sip, and asked in surprise, "Is this sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

Fuling said "um", picked up a jar and put it in his mouth. It was different from Ding Huai's literati drinking slowly. It looks rude, but it shows a bit of chic and heroism.

Fu Ling leaned halfway on the cushion and said, "I brought it back earlier."

Ding Huai said: "The landlord Fu is not in a good mood?"

Fu Ling gave him a blank look, and said, "Nonsense, isn't it all thanks to you?"

These words are not polite. After Ding Huai heard it, he was not even half annoyed. He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand and said thoughtfully: "Cao Mengde once said, how can you relieve your worries? Only Du Kang, throughout the ages, the literati drink wine Reciting poems and fighting against each other, knights in the rivers and lakes drink wine to enjoy their grievances, the rich drink fine wine, and the poor drink fermented grains. They either seek pleasure with wine, or use wine to relieve their sorrow. Why?"

Fu Ling said: "Because it tastes good."

Ding Huai was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "That makes sense."

"According to what you said, there are a lot of people who drink alcohol in this world, with three teachings and nine streams, five elements and eight practices," Fu Ling said, "but in my opinion, all drunk people are of the same kind."

Ding Huai said: "I would like to hear the details."

"Drunkard," Fu Ling took a sip and put the wine jar on the table, "Whether it's an emperor or a commoner, a martial artist or a beggar on the street, after getting drunk, they are all drunks. What's the difference between talking nonsense, dancing, and being drunk?"

The wine jar in Ding Huai's hand paused for a while, and asked, "Is the same for Fu landlord?"

"Of course I..." Fu Ling said, "Of course I'm different. I don't drink a thousand cups, and even if I'm drunk, I know my name. Ding Huai, what about you?"

"Me? I thought..." Ding Huai shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm still trapped in this wine jar."

"You have read more books than I do. Don't you scholars have a strong character?" Fuling put down the wine jar and looked at Ding Huai. There was no hint of drunkenness in his eyes. Inherit unique learning, create peace for all generations, the three gentlemen are immortal, I think you are all rotten, have you read all the books in the stomach of a dog?" (Note)

Ding Huai's eyes fixed, and he murmured: "A gentleman has three immortalities, the first is his virtue, the second is his meritorious service, and the second is his words..."

Fu Ling's words were like thunder on the ground, and Ding Huai was awakened violently. No one mentioned it for a long time, and he himself forgot. His own responsibility has been wasted so far, and he has failed to achieve anything. Instead, he has become a cancer in the rivers and lakes. He is ashamed of his patriarch and a scholar in vain!

Immediately, Ding Huai suddenly got up and bowed to Fu Ling: "Ding can no longer drink with the host Fu Ling today, and I will bring good wine to visit another day."

After finishing speaking, he didn't even take the two jars of wine, and left with his fan.

After he left, Gu Hunyu came out from behind with a lot of books in his arms, and asked, "Master, after he left, do you still read these heavenly books?"

Mentioning that pile of history books and classics gave Fu Ling a headache, he waved his hand and said: "It's hard to fool him, don't read it, you can use it to light a fire, and roast half a leg of lamb for supper."

The author has something to say: establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the living and the people, inherit the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations. —— Zhang Zai

The Supreme One has meritorious deeds, followed by meritorious service, and secondly has established words, which are called the three immortals even though they will not be abandoned for a long time. —— "Zuo Zhuan"

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