Vendetta

Fu Ling went out with the knife in her hand, and Feng Wenjie, the disciple of the Second Junior Brother, saw the blood in the room, and was too scared to speak: "You, you..."

Fu Ling glanced at him, and said a word lightly: "Get lost."

Feng Wenjie immediately moved out of the way, watching Fu Ling go towards Lu Chang'en, he staggered into the room, saw the corpses of his master and uncle, his legs went limp in fright, and he knelt on the ground.

"Fu Ling?" Seeing Fu Ling coming in, Lu Changen quickly saw the Longya Knife in his hand, and asked in surprise, "What kind of knife are you holding in your hand?"

"The knife that took your dog's life."

Zhao Changen's martial arts were not as good as Zhao Xu's, and he fell behind after a few moves.

The difference between each level of "Nine Layers of Sword Art" is very large. Some people may not be able to break through the next level for more than ten years, and those with mediocre qualifications may even stop at the third level for a lifetime.

"Master!" The sound of the fight alarmed Lin Rongsheng and Liao Yunfan who were nearby, and they rushed in with their knives in hand.

Fu Ling took a look, then turned around and swung the knife over, "It's just in time!"

Fuling's internal strength was higher than those of the two, and Longyadao's saber energy was domineering. Lin Rongsheng and Liao Yunfan resisted at the same time, and were shocked to fly three feet away.

Before the two got up, Fu Ling stepped forward and stabbed him again.

The blood sprayed far away, Fu Ling used her lightness kung fu to back away, not letting the blood splash on her body.

Lu Changen saw the right moment, and took advantage of Fuling's lack of attention, he tried to run away.

"Want to escape?" Fu Ling jumped into the sky and landed in front of Lu Changen.

Lu Changen backed away in shock: "Where did you learn lightness kung fu! Why is it so..."

Before the word "quick" came out, Fu Ling had withdrawn her sword: "I talked so much nonsense before I died, I really am a master and apprentice."

Fu Ling took out the key to the warehouse from Lu Changen's waist, found a pocket, and carried a belt of gold on her back.

He knows that if you walk in the rivers and lakes, you can't walk without money.

He took out the mask in his arms and put it on, no one dared to stop him along the way.

When they were almost down the mountain, someone behind him shouted, "Fu Ling!"

Fu Ling turned her head, and Qiu Yi followed with a burden on her back: "I'll go with you!"

Fu Ling said: "I want to avenge my parents and sister."

Qiu Yi said: "I know, I'll go with you, there is no one in my house, anyway, I can go anywhere, I don't want to stay in this messy Holly Gate, I don't want to go to cook every day. The restaurant is the cook!"

Fu Ling nodded, and the two went to Lao Li's house first. Fu Ling thanked Lao Li for taking care of Wu Zian in the past two years and gave him a few gold bars.

Wu Zian squinted at Fu Ling, and his tone was still not very good: "What kind of scrap metal is on your back? The knife my father gave you!"

Qiu Yi choked: "You are really blind, this is an ancient treasure sword!"

Fu Ling stopped Qiu Yi, motioned him to stop talking, gave half of the gold to Wu Zian, took out the knife that Wu Heng gave him, and said, "Senior brother, I have already avenged my master, this knife is for you , I'm afraid that Dongqingmen will trouble you, so you can take the money and go elsewhere, now I'm going to avenge my parents and sister, so don't let it go."

Wu Zian glanced at the bulging cloth bag and opened his mouth, too shocked to speak.

The two walked away, Qiu Yi said: "The money is enough for him for several lifetimes, your senior brother is so incompetent and eccentric, why are you being so nice to him?"

Fu Ling said: "My master and wife are kind to me, let me take good care of him before he dies."

"You have always been so affectionate."

"I just want revenge."

The gold was too eye-catching, so Fu Ling took some of the gold and exchanged it for silver, distributed some of it to Qiu Yi, and bought some things to go to Wu Heng's grave.

Fu Ling respectfully kowtowed three times in front of the grave, and said: "Master, I have avenged the enmity between you and the master. Don't worry, you and the wife. The brother is very good. You must always bless him. I can't accompany him. I will take care of you." I'm going to avenge my parents and sister..."

Standing beside him, Qiu Yi couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you bless you, only your senior brother?"

Fu Ling smiled and shook her head: "No, I will be bloody when I kill someone. My master and wife have been clean all their lives, so don't be polluted by me."

Fu Ling's smile is beautiful, but this smile makes people feel bitter.

Qiu Yi said: "It's okay to be bloody, all you kill are wicked people, and the King of Hades will reward you."

Fu Ling smiled and didn't speak, and slowly stood up.

The two returned to the town and found many people surrounded by a wall.

"Fu Ling, the fourth disciple of the head of the Dongqing Sect, betrayed the family and killed his master. The head, first disciple, second disciple, and third disciple were all killed!"

"What is the origin of this Poria, it is so powerful!"

"It's really not a thing. Killing master and senior brother is ungrateful and useless!"

"Simply inhumane! He must die a terrible death!"

Qiu Yi squeezed in and took a closer look: "Wanted warrant? The Dongqing Gate is really fast."

Fu Ling got out of the crowd after taking a look. He said dissatisfiedly, "What is this painting? The artist used to draw monsters, right? This is the first time he is painting a living person?"

There was another picture posted next to his arrest warrant. The two people in the painting also looked messy and noisy. At first glance, they looked like a pair of door gods.

Qiu Yi said: "You took so much money, they still have money to offer a reward to catch you?"

Fu Ling said: "If you don't have money, you have to post it. I killed so many people. If they still dare not arrest me, how can Dongqingmen have the face to mess around in the Jianghu? It doesn't necessarily mean they want to arrest me, but they have to put on a show. "

Qiu Yi nodded and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Fu Ling said, "Go to the market."

The two came to a pork stall, and Fu Ling pointed to the pig's head and asked, "How do you sell the pig's tongue?"

The stall owner was stunned: "How do you eat this pork tongue? Buy a piece of pork."

"No, I want pig's tongue," Fu Ling said, taking out a piece of silver, "give me some pig's blood."

In the evening, there was an extra piece of paper written in blood on Holly Gate's original arrest warrant:

17 years ago, Zhao Xu and his disciples poisoned their brothers and nephews. Today, I, Fuling, act for the heavens and avenge my master Wu Heng. If the Dongqingmen dare to talk nonsense again, I will send you to the underworld!

Behind the bloody book, there was half a bloody tongue, which was stabbed on the wall with a dagger, which looked terrifying.

Ordinary people are frightened when they see so much blood, how can they think whether it is a pig's tongue or a human tongue?

"This Poria cocos is really poisonous!"

"Too cruel!"

"This tongue is like the one I just sold this morning..." Liu Laosan, who was buying meat, was interrupted by others filled with righteous indignation before finishing his sentence.

"It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes for such a disciple to be taught by the Holly Sect!"

Fu Ling doesn't care what the people outside say, he is eating with Qiu Yi in the inn right now, the dishes on the table are very rich, what Fu Ling needs most now is money, he doesn't look at the menu, and asks the waiter to serve all the signature dishes.

The table next to them looked very bleak. One was fat and the other was thin. The fat one had big ears, and the thin one had a sharp mouth.

On the table was a pot of tea and a plate of peanuts. These two big men were holding their chopsticks with bitter expressions on their faces.

One of the skinny men looked over, swallowed, hesitated for a moment, walked over with a cup of tea, and said, "Young man, we two just came out and didn't bring enough money. Endless..."

The thin man hadn't finished speaking when he saw the knife behind Fu Ling, his eyes were straightened: "This, this knife..."

Qiu Yi patted the table: "What are you looking at! It doesn't matter what kind of knife you have when you beg for food?"

Fu Ling waved her hand to signal Qiu Yi to be calm and calm down, and said, "We are also newcomers, if you two don't mind, let's make a table together and treat it as a friend."

Fu Ling thought to herself, the thin and the fat two people, the thin one wears a long whip on his waist, the fat one wears a knife, and he can also know the dragon tooth knife. They must have walked the rivers and lakes for a long time. He and Qiu Yi have no experience when they come out. There is no harm in making friends with one eye.

The thin man's eyes lit up, driven by hunger, he didn't care so much, and called the fat man to come and sit down.

Fu Ling asked Xiao Er to bring a jug of wine over, poured a glass for each of the fat man and the skinny man, and said, "Actually, the two of you and I have some kind of predestined relationship."

The thin man put down the meat on the chopsticks: "How do you say?"

Fu Ling said: "I have also seen the arrest warrant of you two, I happen to be next door to you, so it can be regarded as a close relationship."

Qiu Yi thought to himself, what kind of fate is this, they ran away together if they were not caught, and went to hell together if they were caught?

The fat man stopped eating the elbow, looked up at Fu Ling: "You, you are Fu Ling?"

The thin man asked, "The arrest warrant is painted like that, how did you recognize us?"

Fu Ling smiled and said, "It's really not like the painting, but the charm of the two standing together is drawn, and besides, my ability to recognize people is pretty good."

The arrest warrant will magnify a certain characteristic of a person, so it is easy to be distorted, but Fuling has a photographic memory, and is especially good at recognizing people by face. These two people don't look good alone, but standing together is like a door god. At first glance, they are people from the world , it's pretty easy to recognize.

The thin one is called Zhang Facai, the whip around his waist is called "Pancang", the fat one is called Wang Youqian, and the sword he uses is called "Fang Kong".

It was a bit sympathetic to say this, and the distance between them suddenly shortened. Zhang Facai raised his glass and said, "Shooting six people from the Dongqing Clan by himself, the young hero's sword skills are amazing!"

"Yes, respectable!" Wang Youqian raised his wine glass as he spoke.

Fu Ling smiled and clinked glasses with the two, and the three drank the wine at the same time.

Fu Ling said: "I haven't asked yet, why are the two of you wanted by the Crescent Moon Gang?"

Wang Youqian said: "Say, it's a long story, I, the two of us..."

"Let me tell the story," Zhang Facai interrupted him, "The two of us originally followed the old gang leader Qiu Gang, but Chang Sheng rebelled under the gang leader and killed the gang leader to seize the throne. The two of us sent the young gang leader away overnight. Fang Changsheng If you can’t find the Young Master, you will hunt us down everywhere.”

Fu Ling nodded, and asked again: "Brother Zhang knows my knife?"

Zhang Facai said: "In the early years, I happened to see it in an ancient book, the ancient evil sword. I heard that the sword is very powerful. It disappeared hundreds of years ago. Few people know about it. I didn't expect to see it here today. Young Master Fu The chivalrous man must be very skillful to make this knife."

Qiu Yi put down his chopsticks and said triumphantly, "That's right! Fu Ling's saber skills are unmatched by anyone, even Zhao Xu can't pull out this saber!"

There was a lot of voices outside the door, and suddenly seven people rushed in, the leader holding a sword and shouting: "Zhang Facai, Wang Youqian, let me see where you are going to escape this time!"

As they spoke, several people surrounded Fu Ling's table.

The faces of Wang and Zhang are heavy, they fled for many days, their bodies were injured, their money was gone, they ate their last meal without resting, and they lacked energy, they might not be able to deal with these seven people today.

"Meeting is fate," Fu Ling said first, "These two are my friends, we had a very happy conversation, everyone, come back in your next life."