Vendetta

Huo Shan——

When Fu Ling arrived, Yan Zhu was sitting in the house drinking tea.

It seems that no matter when I see him, he is always drinking tea. The hand that can hold a pen to rebuke Fang Qiu, and lift a sword to kill all directions is slender and beautiful, holding a small celadon cup. On his handsome face, he was calm and indifferent.

Yan Zhu didn't raise his head, and said, "Master Fu Sect, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Fu Ling knew that he was angry. No matter how good-tempered a person is, with a sincere heart, being rejected by Fu Ling again and again, it is really right to be angry.

So Fu Ling didn't expect him to invite her in again, so she cheekily opened the window and jumped in.

Yan Zhu's face was cold, but he still poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you."

Fu Ling sat down, just about to raise her head and drink the tea in one gulp, when Yan Zhu pinned down the hand holding the teacup.

Yan Zhu frowned slightly and said, "Hot tea, hot."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of being hot." Fu Ling's heart warmed, she drank the tea in several sips, and said, "I'll drink it quickly, and I can drink a few more cups."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling put down the empty teacup, bent her eyes and smiled at Yan Zhu.

Those eyes, which were as clear as water, were bent into crescent moons, and there were some invisible emotions hidden in them. Yan Zhu stared at him for a long time, picked up the teapot, and filled the teacup again.

"You came to see me for tea?"

"Not at all."

However, after waiting for a long time without waiting for the next sentence, Fu Ling held the teacup and remembered something, as if she was in a trance.

Before Fu Ling opened her mouth, Yan Zhu said first: "In a few days, I will retreat for three days to break through the swordsmanship. Now the whole world is arresting you. You should stay at Wanqiu Gate and don't run around. If there is something wrong, wait for me to leave the gate." Say more."

Last time in the northwest, after witnessing the battle between Gu Hunhong and Chang Rusong, Yan Zhu realized that in the arena, the most important thing is strength. In the current situation, he must break through the bottleneck as soon as possible in order to deal with the subsequent accidents. Have the confidence to protect Poria cocos.

"Well," Fu Ling nodded, "It just so happens that I have something to do recently."

Yan Zhu frowned: "Didn't I tell you not to run around?"

"I didn't run around, I knew it, I just went to find someone." While talking, Fu Ling took out a small wooden box, "I have some things, please keep them for me, I don't worry about Qiu Yi and the others being careless."

Yan Zhu nodded: "Is it something important?"

"kindness."

Fu Ling didn't say what was inside, and Yan Zhu didn't ask too much, the two sat facing each other, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and no one spoke.

The tea in the celadon tea cup was empty and full again, and the emerald green tea leaves floated up and down in the clear tea. After a long silence, Fu Ling suddenly asked, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Remember," Yan Zhu said, "it's in Holly Mountain."

"I remember it too, I always remember it." Fu Ling put down the teacup, "The tea is almost done, so we won't stay any longer for today."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling stood up and walked a few steps. When he reached the window, he stopped suddenly, turned around and threw himself into Yan Zhu's arms.

Yan Zhu didn't expect it, subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch Fu Ling who was rushing towards him, and felt the person in his arms tremble, he asked: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ling hugged Yan Zhu, buried her head in Yan Zhu's arms, took a deep breath, the familiar breath surrounded him, Fu Ling closed her eyes, he felt his heart beating violently.

The first time I saw her, I was in this warm embrace, carrying a faint sandalwood aroma. Ten years later, Yan Zhu's breath seemed to have not changed.

Always noble, like a banished fairy.

If this moment can become eternity...

Fu Ling raised her head, bent her eyes and smiled, there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, but it was more of a smile.

"It's nothing," Fu Ling said with a relaxed tone, "I'm leaving."

Yan Zhu asked: "When will you take that box back?"

"Take it back when you come back," Fu Ling said with a smile, "Remember what you promised me."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling quickly turned around and jumped out of the window.

The wind outside the window caused the bamboo forest to sway and rustle, Yan Zhu felt empty in his heart, and when he rushed to the window, Fu Ling had disappeared.

Fu Ling didn't say anything else - if she doesn't come back, she won't take it back.

The wind outside the window gradually stopped, and the surroundings returned to calm.

Yan Zhu stood by the window for a moment, then turned around and called out the door: "Li Zhong."

Li Zhong pushed the door open and came in: "My lord, what are your orders?"

"In these three days, I want to retreat and break through the swordsmanship. You send people to guard outside, and no one will disturb you." Yan Zhu paused, and said, "Except Fu Ling."

Li Zhong replied: "Yes."

Huo Shan was peaceful, but a big event happened in the world.

Fu Ling, the head of the Wanchou Sect, issued a letter of challenge to Zhang Ting, the head of the Chuanqiong Sect, and the two agreed to a showdown on Danxue Mountain.

Danxue Mountain has always been a place where martial arts masters fight, the terrain here is dangerous, Danxue Peak is steep, there is a canyon below, Danshui comes out of the canyon, those with poor lightness skills, even have difficulty going up the mountain.

This rare duel between masters has attracted many curious people from all corners of the world to watch the battle, not only because of the wonderful process, but also because this battle also affects many major events in the world.

There are crowds of people under Danxue Peak, and there are discussions among people from all walks of life.

"It's a martial arts competition, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is a life-and-death revenge battle!"

"Hey, what did you say?"

"That Fuling from the Wanqiumen suddenly announced two days ago that the Chuanqiongmen colluded with the Tongtian Sect in order to find "Red Sun Promise Kung Fu" in Ye Cheng's tomb!"

"What does Chuanqiongmen's search for "Red Sun Promise" have to do with Poria?"

"You don't even know this? Ye Cheng is Fuling's father, the leader of the Hongyang Sect! People have already dug his father's grave. Can Fuling bear this tone? I also heard that it was Liuyun four sages who killed him ten years ago. Fuling's mother, that's why Fuling took revenge all the way!"

"That's no wonder. Didn't Zhang Tingsheng take all the martial arts people to encircle and suppress the Hongyang Sect 18 years ago? His father and mother were killed by others. It's really a disaster, but they are not good people anyway. No wonder they gave birth to such a fuling son……"

The two were chatting vigorously when they were suddenly pulled away by one person.

Seeing the man with a knife on his waist, he asked anxiously, "Whose son do you think Fu Ling is?"

The person who was talking was interrupted, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Ye Cheng's son! You don't know this, you just came out to mess around?"

Wu Zian didn't have time to reason with these people, he ran all the way to the foot of Danxue Peak, the peak was too high, he couldn't do light work, and couldn't climb it.

Wu Zian looked up at Danxue Peak, and there was a person standing on the cliff, dressed in black, with a black sheathed sword behind his back.

"Fu Ling!" Wu Zian shouted, "You don't want to die? Come down for me!"

Zhang Tingsheng, as the head of the Chuanqiong Sect, his martial arts can be seen in the entire martial arts world, and there are very few who can match him. No matter how talented Fu Ling is, how old is he?

"Senior brother," Fu Ling stood on the cliff, his temple hair was blown up by the wind, surrounding that delicate face, his tone was very calm, "I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

Wu Zian yelled angrily: "I don't know if the sky is high and the earth is thick, right? You fucking come down for me!"

Fu Ling still didn't move a single step: "Brother, you can go back."

Wu Zi'an was impatient, and for the first time in his life, he said in a friendly voice: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, you come down first, there will be opportunities in the future..."

"I've been waiting for ten years," Fu Ling shook her head, "I can't wait."

Fuling doesn't know whether Zhang Tingsheng has caught Qiu Dunhua and Qiu Dunlu, and the whereabouts of "Red Sun Promise Kungfu" is unknown. If Zhang Tingsheng finds them and gets the secret book, Fuling's chances of winning will be even smaller in the future when his skill will increase greatly.

In any case, with Fuling's martial arts, even if he couldn't get away with his life this time, even if he tried his best, he wouldn't let Zhang Tingsheng go back with his life.

In the worst case, dragging Zhang Tingsheng and jumping off the Danxue Peak, he would be smashed to pieces.

"Senior brother, go back." Fu Ling smiled softly, and said, "I know what's in my heart, you go back."

Wu Zian wanted to talk again, but the crowd on the mountain suddenly became noisy. He looked up and saw a person flying towards the Danxue Peak with lightness kung fu. After a while, the person slowly landed in front of Fuling.

"It's Zhang Tingsheng!" Someone exclaimed, "It's the head of Chuanqiongmen, Zhang Tingsheng is here!"

Standing in front of Fuling, Zhang Tingsheng chuckled lightly, drew his sword out of its sheath, and only heard him say, "Master Fuling, please advise."

The Danxue Mountain suddenly fell silent, and everyone held their breath and looked at the master of Danxue Peak.

"I don't want to teach you," Fu Ling pulled out the dragon tooth knife, and said coldly, "I want your life."

The author has something to say: This chapter took a long time, sorry for the lateness! ! !