Vendetta

There was a fog in front of his eyes, Fuling took a few steps forward in a daze, the fog cleared, and a tile-roofed house appeared in front of him, surrounded by mud in front of the house, he climbed over the fence wall with ease.

"Ling'er!"

Fu Ling turned her head, and there was a woman standing in the courtyard, with willow eyes, and the rough linen clothes could not hide her stunning beauty. She was holding a bamboo building, and asked softly, "Why are you back? The meal is not ready yet."

Fu Ling's eyes suddenly turned red, and she threw herself into her arms, "Mom!"

The woman asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Fu Ling buried her face in her shoulder, "Mom, I miss you so much... I miss you and my father, I miss my sister, I really want to come back, I really want to go back to Zimai Village, we are a family together, we don't go anywhere... "

There is no monstrous hatred, no bloody sunset, no endless nightmare, everything, which has been entrenched for ten years, ends here.

"Ling'er was wronged. Parents and sister all know it. It's over. From now on, it's over." The woman took out her handkerchief and helped Fu Ling wipe away her tears.

Fu Ling choked up and nodded: "Mother, don't worry, I've done all my revenge, and our family can be together forever."

Don't worry about the intrigues of the rivers and lakes, don't care about the impermanence of the world, all the disputes have nothing to do with him, he just stays in this isolated village of Zimai, a carefree ordinary person.

The woman shook her head slightly: "Ling'er can't stay."

Fu Ling was taken aback, raised her head and asked, "Why?"

"Because Fu Ling'er has other things to do."

A man also dressed in coarse cloth came out, and Fu Ling took him as his father since birth, no matter whether he was related by blood or not, in Fu Ling's heart he was the same as his biological father.

Next to the man stood a 15-year-old girl, who was Fuling's older sister. The three of them stood in front of the house, not far from the green wheat fields. She bent her eyes and smiled, "Ling'er, the time has not yet come. When the time comes, we will naturally see you again."

Fu Ling wanted to say more, but just as he took a step forward, the mist suddenly appeared, blocking the tile roof, and the surroundings were blurred again.

Not long after, the fog gradually dissipated, and three people emerged from the fog.

Fu Ling's eyes froze, and he tentatively called out: "Master?"

Wu Heng turned his head, he was still wearing an old jacket, and Cui Shi and Wu Zian stood beside him.

"Why are you crying? You're ashamed!" Wu Zian was wearing a knife, and his tone was still the same as before, but Fu Ling suddenly laughed, and he wiped away his tears, "I didn't cry, and I didn't disgrace my master and brother."

Wu Heng nodded gratifiedly: "Ling'er is very good, now I am a swordsman, and I am proud of you as a teacher."

Cui said with a smile: "Heng Lang is right, Ling'er has great potential."

While speaking, the mist began to fill again, and Fu Ling said anxiously: "Master, do you want to leave too?"

Zimai Village, Dongqing Town, Fuling's parents, sister, master, wife, and brother are getting farther and farther away from him, and he has no place to go in this world.

"What are you shouting for?" Wu Zian turned his head and pointed behind him, "Isn't there someone waiting for you to go back?"

Fu Ling turned around, and there was a man standing behind the misty mist, wearing a long gown in green, with a cold light on the sword in his waist, his face was like a crown jade, his star eyes were like spots of paint, and he was looking up.

"Yan Zhu..."

"En." Yan Zhu nodded, smiled gently, stretched his brows and eyes, and stretched out his hand to Fu Ling.

Yan Zhu is like the bright moon behind the clouds and mist, the mist can't cover his light, and the brilliance flows for a while, making people yearn for it.

Fu Ling walked towards him step by step, and the clouds and mists dispersed under the moonlight.

Before he got closer, everything in front of him became blurred. After an unknown period of time, the harsh light made Fu Ling feel uncomfortable. He slowly opened his eyes, and the wooden beams above his head came into view first, and the sound of lingling water came from his ears.

It took a while for Fu Ling to recover. There was a scent of herbs on his body, and the wound had been treated with care.

Fu Ling sat up slowly, and he reached out to take out the longevity lock around his neck, a crack appeared on the silver longevity lock.

He remembered that he jumped off the cliff and fell into the river. After struggling for a long time, he lost consciousness. Maybe the longevity lock was knocked somewhere, but the crack was neat, but it seemed to be there.

Fu Ling felt strange, a strange feeling drove him.So he stretched out his hand to hold the Longevity Lock, and gently applied force along the crack. The Longevity Lock popped open, and there was a small piece of thin silk cloth inside. Fu Ling unfolded the silk cloth, and small characters were densely written on it.

This handwriting and style of writing, Fu Ling can understand at a glance, this is the last chapter of "Red Sun Promise", which countless people in the rivers and lakes are chasing after, and they can't be found anywhere in the world.

After the exercises, there is a line of small Chinese characters written in Chinese characters.

It said: Shilu is used to it now, and my heart is leisurely everywhere. (Note) May my son Ye You have a safe and leisurely life.

Peace and leisure, after all, is just a little good wish. Looking back at Fuling's stumbling ten years, it is far from peace and leisure.

Fuling got out of bed, and his Longya Knife was on the bedside. He carefully cut out the last sentence with the knife, put the small piece of silk cloth back into the Longevity Lock, and then closed the Longevity Lock. Alright, take it into your arms.

Fu Ling looked at the silk cloth left in his hand, and he didn't feel crazy about the treasure of secret books in his heart. On the contrary, he felt very calm.

He knew that this silk cloth, as thin as a cicada's wing, was enough to set off a bloodbath, so it was better to destroy it.

If practicing martial arts is not for the sake of being a chivalrous man, fighting against the strong and helping the weak, what is the point of having a high level of martial arts?

If the kung fu can't help people follow the right path, but can easily cause people to go crazy, causing the martial arts in the world to kill each other to fight for it, why does this kung fu exist?

Poria lit the candlestick by the bed, and burned the remaining silk cloth bit by bit. When the smell in the air dissipated, this practice that countless people dreamed of would disappear forever in this world, just like the red silk in the desert. Yangjiao, dissipated in the wind and sand, and was gradually forgotten by people.

Fu Ling came out of the house slowly. The wooden house was built by the stream in the mountain. Outside the house, a man in a white Taoist robe stood with his hands behind his back, quietly staring at the water.

The man heard Fu Ling coming out, but he didn't turn around, he still looked at the water, and said to Fu Ling: "There are no quiet trees on the mountain, and the river never stops flowing (note), do you understand?"

Fu Ling was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, the past cannot be lost."

The mountain was extremely quiet, only the murmur of the water could be heard, the two stood by the water, Fu Ling suddenly knelt down, kowtowed like a man in white, and solemnly said: "Master."

The man in white turned around, and it was the Taoist Master of No Return. After so many years, he didn't seem to have changed much, except that there were a few wrinkles around his eyes, and his temperament was still calm and indifferent.

Taoist Master Bugui carefully taught Fuling for three years. Most of Fuling's lightness kung fu and internal strength came from him. Without Taoist Master Bugui, Fuling would not be here today. This time he even saved Fuling's life.

Wu Heng is gone, and in Fu Ling's heart, the Taoist Master of No Return is no different from a master.

The Daoist of No Return said: "The Hongyang Sect was besieged 18 years ago. This matter is very unfair. What's more, your father and I are old acquaintances. I taught you lightness kung fu not only to help justice, but also because of your excellent talent. You are a martial arts prodigy, from now on, you will be my disciple."

The Taoist Master of No Return helped Fu Ling up from the ground, and continued, "Now that you have avenged your vengeance, do you have any plans in the future?"

"Although my vengeance is over, the general situation of the world has not changed. In the past, I established the Wanqiumen, thinking that I could redress my grievances and restore justice to the world, but I found that the root of the hatred cannot be solved, and the grievances will never be resolved," said Fu Ling. Staring at the clear stream, he slowly said: "If you want to avenge the world, let the world have no revenge."

The Taoist priest of No Return asked, "Do you want to bring peace to the world?"

"I can't, but I know there is someone who can do it." Fu Ling's eyes fell on the lush forests, and then swept across the mountains and forests, and across thousands of mountains and rivers, a figure seemed to be reflected in his eyes, "I I'll do my best to help him."

The Taoist Master of No Return took a deep look at Fu Ling, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and nodded: "Very well, you have righteousness in your heart, go, things will come true in the future, you can travel around with me as a teacher."

Fu Ling smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

The author has something to say: I am used to the world now, and my heart is leisurely everywhere. ——Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Moon on the West River"

There are no quiet trees on the mountain, and the river never stops flowing.. ——"Shi Shuo Xin Yu"