Vendetta

After receiving the letter from Blood Crow, Qiu Yi rushed all the way to the outskirts of the city, and finally found the ruined temple.

In the evening, the sky darkened, and the dilapidated temple was piled up with dilapidated altars, chairs with short legs, overturned incense burners and candlesticks, and statues that had fallen so that they could not see their original appearance clearly.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and the light in the temple was particularly dark. Qiu Yi walked in vigilantly with a torch.

Suddenly he heard a soft sound at his feet, and quickly drew out his knife: "Who?"

"I," said a familiar voice, "I am Qiuku."

"Fu Ling!" Qiu Yi hurried forward a few steps, and sure enough, he saw Fu Ling beside the broken altar table in the firelight. Qiu Yi helped him up. The black clothes were cut in several places, and the blood was not visible, but his face was pale and his lips There was blood all over his face, and he was half-squinting his eyes at the moment, and the Dragon Tooth Saber was still in his hand.

Fu Ling was in a coma for a while, and was awakened immediately when he heard a movement. After finding out that it was Qiu Yi, he relaxed again. He didn't want to use any strength, so he leaned on the futon under the altar table.

Qiu Yi's big eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "I haven't seen you for a day, how did you do it like this!"

Fu Ling's whole body hurts at this moment, and her speech is also weak: "I was calculated by someone."

"How was it calculated? You insisted on coming alone, and asked why you didn't tell me!" Qiu Yi searched around, found half a candle, lit it and put it next to him, extinguished the fire, and took out the candle he brought. Medicine for wounds, while treating Fu Ling’s wounds, he chattered: “Are you a brother? It happens every time, what do you have to do by yourself? Are you really not afraid of death? Why don’t you toss your life away someday? manage?"

Fu Ling tilted her head, closed her eyes, and said with a look of indifference: "I'm already like this, why can't you say a few words less?"

"You think I'm happy to talk about you? Did you listen to what I said? Treat it as a fart!" Qiu Yi became angry and shouted at Fu Ling: "I've known you for so many years, and King Zhang Facai knows more than you if you are rich. I’m too much, you don’t tell me anything, and you’re injured all over again when you come back, you have to explain a few words to a dead person, and burn a few sticks of incense, right? What do you think of me?”

Fu Ling was a little overwhelmed by his series of questioning, "What did you say...why are you so angry today?"

"My mother has endured it for a long time. To put it bluntly, I don't think of me as a brother!" Qiu Yi said indignantly, but he still seriously applied the medicine to Poria, "You think you are powerful, and you are not afraid of the sky, right? ? Today is what it deserves!"

"It's what I deserve," Fu Ling followed him, and slowly said, "I'm not that ignorant, but I can't drag you to suffer with me if there is any retribution for my own affairs? It's good to be alive, you are good at martial arts , don’t you still want to be a peerless hero and ride the rivers and lakes?”

"A peerless hero who can't even save his brother, what a fucking hero!" Qiu Yi's round eyes turned red, and he couldn't bear it anymore: "You don't want to drag me to death, can I watch you die?"

Fu Ling was startled slightly, and said with a smile, "Isn't this not dead?"

Qiu Yi said angrily, "You can still laugh?"

"Of course I also want to live, but I have something I must do." Fu Ling's voice was very soft, but it seemed to melt thousands of gloomy blood, "Hate has been in my heart for ten years, and I have never dared to forget it for a day. Do you know who I am going to kill? Which of the four sages in the cloud is not a decent family? If I want to kill them, I am fighting against half of the rivers and lakes. Why are you wading in this muddy water?"

Qiu Yi sighed, and couldn't bear to say: "Do I have to pay for my whole life?"

Fuling smiled, still leaning on the broken futon, "This is the belief I have lived for these ten years. I am not afraid of death, I am afraid that death is not worth it. Of course it is good to be happy, but this world is so big, but I have no place to return to." , there are only a few graves in Zimai Village and Dongqing Town, and I can’t go back. The happy days in the past are getting farther and farther away in my dreams. If I can reunite with them one day, that will be my destination.”

For ten years, hatred has tortured him, but it is also the only connection he has with his parents and sister.

The people he wants to see, his family, his master and wife have nothing to do with this vast world and the infinite prosperity of this world.

Qiu Yi shook his hand pouring the medicine powder, and asked, "Is there nothing in this world worth your nostalgia?"

"Yes..." The green clothes flashed by, and Fu Ling's eyes lit up suddenly, but the light soon faded away, "But if the eyes are dark, let's forget it."

Fu Ling wants something, wants to do something, always does not hesitate, and immediately wants to act. Qiu Yi never knew that he would retreat in spite of difficulties, and said in surprise: "You have been beaten up!" Have you been beaten stupid? You also have times to back down? What are you afraid of even if you are not afraid of death?"

"I'm not afraid, but I can't ignore him..."

Fuling has lived up to now in this life, and has nothing to do with sticking to the rules and following the rules, and never thinks about the future and the future, and just does everything according to her heart.

It's not that he is really tired of all kinds of worldly things. He does what he wants to do. As for whether it is in line with the common sense of the world, what others say is not within his scope of consideration.

He himself has lived a hard life, and he hasn't realized it in half his life. How can he have time to care what others say?

But Yan Zhu is different, what is Yan Zhu's identity?He is the number one disciple of the Huoshan School, the legitimate son of the current sage, a rare genius in the sky, and an independent gentleman who is left alone in the world. Or the status of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, destined to be famous in history.

And no matter how long the relationship between the two can last, it doesn't matter what happens to Fu Ling's own life, so how can he get involved?

"Who is he? Have you asked his opinion?"

Qiu Yi's question might be just a casual question, but to Yu Fuling, it was like thunder on the ground, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Qiu Yi.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Qiu Yi treated his wound and gave him a simple bandage, "Am I wrong?"

"Yes, but I probably won't see you again..." Fuling lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering his bright eyes, he suddenly remembered something, glanced at the wound on his body, and said, "You didn't Do I bring medicine for scar removal?"

Qiu Yi was taken aback: "No..."

Fu Ling didn't care about the injury, and straightened up: "When I sent the letter, didn't I write it for you to take it!"

"See for yourself what you wrote? Show ghosts in a mess? If I can understand it, it would be nice to find it here!" Qiu Yi threw out the cloth written all over with blood when he heard his words. , "You big man, why do you always care about whether to leave scars or not? What's wrong with you, why are you so hypocritical?"

Fu Ling leaned against the futon like a deflated ball, and said resentfully, "You won't understand..."

"I know you have grown up to be unparalleled in the world, right? Why didn't you hurt your mouth? Even a sword can't stab you to death, will you die if you say a few words? Shut up and adjust your breath!"

"Qiu Yi, thank you," Fu Ling smiled, "We are best brothers, right?"

Qiu Yi immediately said: "Of course, then there is no need to ask?"

Fuling leaned on the futon again, "I'm thirsty and hungry."

"You didn't say anything in the letter," Qiu Yi said, "Then I'll go outside and get you something to eat?"

"I can't enter the city at this time. The Huaishan Sect must still be looking for me outside. If you go out like this, you will be found." Fu Ling took out a dagger and threw it beside the broken porcelain bowl on the ground.

"You want to..." Qiu Yi was slightly stunned, and glanced at Fu Ling, who was pale and angry, and soon he made up his mind, rolled up his sleeves righteously, and picked up the dagger.

Everyone said he was a brother who died, what's wrong with giving him a mouthful of blood!

"What are you doing?" Fu Ling's eyebrows twitched, "I told you to either shave your hair and go out to beg for money, or take a bowl out to beg for food. What are you doing with your sleeves rolled up? I didn't force you to sell yourself!"

Qiu Yi put down his sleeves in embarrassment, picked up the broken porcelain bowl, just turned around, and heard Fu Ling say from behind: "I still want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Qiu Yi turned around abruptly: "Where am I going in the wilderness..."

Fu Ling had already closed her eyes, leaning quietly on the futon, his complexion was very bad, Qiu Yi glanced at it, and swallowed the rest of the words again.

Qiu Yi didn't know why Fu Ling loved eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake so much, but he knew that Fu Ling was not a person who was greedy for appetite, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake must have a special meaning.

After Qiu Yi left, Fu Ling calmed down and began to sort out her thoughts little by little.

The masked person today is indeed Lin Yun.

The Lin Yun in Fu Ling's memory is just a peasant girl in Mustard Village. She is gentle and kind. You can often see her with a smile on her brow, her Danfeng eyes slightly raised, and she washes clothes with a wooden basin.

Fuling didn't think about it at that time, why she always saw Lin Yunhuan washing clothes, did she go to the well to fetch water, or went to the river outside the village?

Could it be that the woman Liang Ruzhu said was deliberately seduced was her?Did Liang Ruzhu lie?

Why did she use the same anesthetic as Ding Huai, why her martial arts footwork was similar to Ding Huai's, and why did she have a pair of Danfeng eyes exactly like Ding Huai's?

Why did she refuse to kill him?

Ding Huai once said that he entered Mount Yi to find his younger sister Ding Yue.

If Lin Yun were Ding Yue...

Fu Ling smiled wryly, and clenched the Longya Knife in her hand.

No wonder he later sent people to Jiemai Village to inquire. Lin Yun had already married far away and disappeared.

From the beginning, the sister Xiaoyun who stuffed him with candied fruit, accompanied him to tell stories under the tree, helped him bury his parents and sister, wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and asked him to come to Holly Mountain to learn from his teacher...

But it turned out to be just a well-prepared conspiracy.

Then, Ding Yue, who knew martial arts and used poison, certainly did not die in the Chunfeng Tower.

Does Ding Huai know about this?Was Ding Huai kept in the dark, or did he know everything and contribute to the flames?

There was a colic in the internal organs, and Fu Ling spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood stained everywhere, and stained his white chin. He had never been so embarrassed before, and felt dizzy before his eyes. He pulled the corner of his mouth sadly, Standing up suddenly: "I don't believe it, I can't listen to that old beast Liang Ruzhu's nonsense..."

"Chunfeng Tower... who the hell is Zha Dingyue..."

The blood crow landed on the window again, Fu Ling trembling hands, tied the cloth to the crow's legs, and finally let go of his strength, leaned on the blood-stained futon, blood was surging in his chest, he couldn't breathe, When pressing his chest, he felt a strange touch under the cloth. He reached in and touched the bamboo flower, which was soaked in blood. At this moment, it looked like a blood-red sun. All surged up his head, his eyes gradually blurred, and finally he squeezed the bamboo flower to close his eyes.

In the dark night of midnight, there was only a pale moon in the sky, and the blood crows neighed hoarsely, flying out of the dilapidated temple and into the deeper night.

The author has something to say: The next chapter, Yan Zhu, will be online!