Vendetta

Fu Ling was silent for a long time, then turned to look at Yan Zhu beside her, and asked, "How is your injury?"

Yan Zhu shook his head: "It's nothing, just a little injury."

Fu Ling lowered her eyes and said, "Thank you for today..."

"There is no need to say thank you between you and me," Yan Zhu said, "Besides, I didn't help today."

The members of Tongtian Sect under Shifeng couldn't come up, seeing Gu Hunhong committing suicide, they scattered a little, but Qiu Dunhua and Qiu Dunlu refused to leave, and waited under Shifeng with the rest of their confidantes.

Fu Ling looked far away, and there was a black spot under the border between the desert and the sky. Accompanied by the wind and dust, it was getting closer and closer, and the sound of horseshoes could be heard faintly. He asked, "The people who came to encircle and suppress the martial arts are coming soon?"

Today is the day when the martial arts from the Central Plains arrived in the northwest to encircle and suppress the Tongtian Sect. Yan Zhu and Chang Rusong, who were involved in many sects, just arrived before everyone else.

Yan Zhu grabbed Fu Ling's arm and said, "You come with me, I will definitely..."

"No need," Fu Ling shook her head, "Gu Hunhong is dead, I'm not dead yet, they won't let it go."

"Poria!"

"I did work for Gu Hunhong for a reason. He threatened me with Qiu Yi's life." Fu Ling looked at Yan Zhu and said calmly, "But no matter what, it is a fact that I killed so many people. I am Hongyang." The remnants of the sect are not fake, they will not let me go, I will not be at their mercy, and I don't want to drag you down."

Yan Zhu frowned and said: "What are you talking about? How can you be a burden? I will naturally try to protect you..."

"No need," Fu Ling smiled, "I don't want you to protect me, you're going to make big things in the future, it's not worth it to ruin my reputation for me."

Yan Zhu's tone suddenly increased: "I'll decide whether it's worth it or not!"

"Yan Zhu, I said that I will help you ascend to the throne, and no one can hinder you," Fu Ling said word by word, "including myself."

"you……"

"I'm leaving. I still have things to do. If there is a chance..." Fu Ling picked up the Longya Saber, patted Ding Huai, turned her head and said to Yan Zhu, "See you someday."

After finishing speaking, Fuling jumped down from the stone peak. The fierce black horse had already recognized its owner just now, neighed, and came running from a distance. Everyone pulled a child up from behind the stone, and the black horse walked like a wind, gradually drifting away, and soon disappeared under the sky.

"Your Excellency's kindness will be repaid in the future, and Ding will leave." Ding Huai bowed his hands to Yan Zhu, and jumped down from behind Shifeng with Ding Yue in his arms. A whistle sounded, and a maroon horse came running. The horse was wounded, but still moved like the wind, Ding Huai got on the horse and left in the dust.

Not long after Fuling and Ding Huai left, Zhang Tingsheng arrived at Shifeng with all the martial artists, Chang Rusong didn't say a word about Yan Zhu's letting Fuling away privately, only that Gu Hunhong had already executed him.

The rest of the Tongtian Sect resisted desperately. This group of people had practiced evil skills and their internal power was arrogant. Dunhua and Qiu Dunlu snatched Gu Hunhong's body and fought their way out of the encirclement.

Zhang Tingsheng stood on the top of the stone peak and said: "Send someone there immediately! The chaser must kill the fish that slipped through the net!"

"Red Sun Promise Kung Fu" has not been found yet, Gu Hunhong's two confidantes must not let them go!

No matter how good the horse in the Northwest was, it couldn't stand running like this. Tongtianjiao's confidantes were knocked away by the martial arts people, and Qiu Dunhua was injured, so he finally couldn't stand it and fell off the horse.

Qiu Dunlu in front roared, reined in the horse rope, and turned to look at his younger brother.

"Brother, I'm going to die," Qiu Dunhua vomited a mouthful of blood, his face was ashen, "The leader is kind to us, if it wasn't for him...we wouldn't be alive today..."

Qiu Dunhua and Qiu Dunlu were born as slaves. When Gu Hunhong met them, they were still skinny teenagers in the cowshed. The winter in the grassland was hard, and the heavy snow blocked the way of life for all living beings, including those who lived inhumanly. people.

Qiu Dunlu was still carrying the dead Gu Hunhong on his back, he closed his eyes in pain, nodded and said, "I know, don't worry..."

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance. Qiu Dunhua lay on the sand, eyes wide open, and pushed Qiu Dunlu hard.

"Someone is coming... let's go!"

Qiu Dunlu got up in a hurry, the sound of hooves came from far to near, and there was only one person at once, his face was covered, revealing a pair of long and narrow eyes, the corners of which were slightly drooping. affect its sharpness.

Qiu Dunlu put down Gu Hunhong on his back, and was about to fight with the knife, but there was only an afterimage on the opposite side, and the bloody light flashed across. Qiu Dunlu held the knife and fell straight down.

Qiu Dunhua's eyes widened in disbelief: "Brother!"

The masked man turned around and pierced Qiu Dunhua's stomach with a knife. The blood seeped into the desert. The masked man squatted down and tore off Gu Hunhong's robe. Then the masked man's eyes lit up, and the long and narrow eyes revealed When the light came out, he took out two rolls of parchment from his shirt.

It is the first and second chapters of "The Promise of the Red Sun", Gu Hunhong doesn't trust anyone, such an important thing, he will only carry it with him.

The masked man got his wish, he put the parchment into his arms, got on his horse and rode away.

When Zhang Tingsheng arrived with the crowd, most of the bodies of Gu Hunhong, Qiu Dunhua, and Qiu Dunlu had been buried in the sand.

"Master Zhang, they were killed by someone, and they were killed with a single knife. There is no trace of "Red Sun Promise Kungfu"."

Liu Tianxun who was at the side said: "It must be Fuling who killed someone and took the secret book!"

Zhang Tingsheng nodded, raised his foot and kicked Gu Hunhong, he turned his head, looked at Yan Zhu, and said, "Master Yan really didn't see Fu Ling?"

Yan Zhudao said lightly: "Since Master Zhang doesn't believe it, why bother to ask?"

"Nephew Yan is really a person who values ​​affection," Han Bin said sarcastically, "Don't only value personal affection and disregard righteousness."

Yan Zhu was about to refute, but Chang Rusong spoke before him——

"Huo Shan sent here only to clear the door. No matter what, if you enter Huo Shan, you will be Huo Shan's disciple. I want to bring Zheng Ruquan's body back. I hope you will be more considerate." Chang Rusong walked to Gu Hunhong's body and put him Putting on the horse, he turned his head and said: "Yan Zhu is my apprentice, I know his character well, I don't need others to say more."

Han Bin sneered: "Master Chang knows best, Huo Shan should not produce another Zheng Ruquan."

Chang Rusong said in a deep voice, "Of course not."

Fu Ling took Gu Hunyu back to Wanqiu Gate with Ding Huai.

Ding Huai hid Ding Yue's ashes on the back mountain of Wanqiumen. The back mountain is the only place in Yishan that can support beauty. There are large areas of green grass and a few wild flowers. The sun is full. All bright and warm.

Fu Ling and Gu Hunyu stood silently by the side, watching Ding Huai repeat what he said three years ago.

"...Yue'er, let's find a good family in the next life, be the daughter of a wealthy family, and live in peace and prosperity for the rest of my life." Ding Huai choked up, and said: "Brother is incompetent, but if you are still willing to be my sister in your next life, I will give you money." I will try my best to protect your life forever..."

The weather was fine that day, with no clouds in the sky, and the words on the stele were warm. Fuling didn't speak, but just stood aside quietly. When Ding Huai stood up from the grave, Fuling asked, "Why not?" Buried back home?"

"No," Ding Huai shook his head with a wry smile, "both parents died when I was a child, suffering from hunger and cold, and later I was displaced, and she suffered such a disaster. There was nothing worth remembering about her hometown, and she didn't go back for so many years. However, it is better to bury her here, closer to me, and I can still visit her often."

Fu Ling nodded, turned around, and found that the apprentice's eyes were bright red, at first glance it looked like a black rabbit with long hair and curly hair.

Fu Ling asked, "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry, men in the grassland don't cry casually," Gu Hunyu said while wiping away his tears, "I just think that Ding Yue is not a good person...but she is not that bad either, she is very good to Master of."

"How can a good person and a bad person be explained clearly in one or two sentences?" Fu Ling touched Gu Hunyu's head, and said, "A man does not flick his tears easily, but before he reaches the point of sadness, there are many times when life is difficult. If you have to hold back even crying a few words, how aggrieved will your life be?"

Gu Hunyu wiped away his tears and stood still, but he didn't cry anymore.

On their way back, the three of them stopped by the place where Wanqiumen buried killers.

Fu Ling spilled the prepared wine on the ground, and the wind blew, causing his clothes to fly and his face turned pale.

"When I first came to Mount Yi, I thought it was eerie and gloomy everywhere." Fu Ling opened another jar of wine and handed Ding Huai a cup. It’s nothing if the mountain is so dark.”

"At least here, a little fire can illuminate it." Ding Huai took the wine, drank it and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Fu Ling picked up the wine jar and took a sip of the wine, "There is only one enemy left. When I recover from my wounds, I will fight him."

Ding Huai asked, "Is there any chance of victory?"

Fu Ling smiled and said, "I'm sure of killing him."

He still didn't say a word, but Ding Huai understood that Fu Ling was sure of killing the other party, but not sure of surviving.

Ding Huai was silent for a moment, and said: "In the past, I always considered whether it was worth it, but then I realized..."

"There is no value or not, only must do."

Ding Huai nodded: "Yes, for the rest of your life, you only need to understand it in your heart."

The wine in the wine jar gradually emptied, Fu Ling raised her head and looked at the vast sky. There were many rocks on Yishan Mountain. It was afternoon at this time, and everything in sight was briefly bathed in the sun.

"Ding Huai, in just three years you can make the Wanqiu Clan famous all over the world. I know you are not waiting for nothing." Fu Ling paused, and said, "But the Wanqiu Clan doesn't belong to you, nor does Jiang Hu belong to you. You are the talent of Wang Zuo, you should stand at the top of the court and be a generation of virtuous ministers."

Ding Huai raised his head abruptly.

Fu Ling looked solemn, and continued: "You have seen the chaos in this world, there is only one person who can change—"

Ding Huai looked at Fu Ling: "You mean... Yan Zhu?"

"Yan Zhu, Yan Guangyao," Fu Ling nodded, and when he said the name, his eyes softened, and he said, "Would you like to assist Yan Zhu to make the world clean and peaceful?"

Ding Huai's blood was fused with the wine, and it was burning in his chest at this moment. He stood up straight and said: "For the country, for the king, for the world, for the common people, and for the peace of the world, Ding Huai must devote himself to it!" , after death!"

The author has something to say: Little cutie can guess who this masked person is, it has appeared before, and if you guess right, you will get an O(≧▽≦)O

In addition, the next new article "Five Tibetans Have Spirits", just click into the column to see it!Ask for advance receipt|(￣3￣)|