Vendetta

In the early morning of the second day, Yan Zhu, Fu Ling and his party led a group of roosters up the mountain in a mighty way.

Fu Ling walked behind, and the group of chickens could feel the oppressive feeling behind them, instead of running around all over the mountains and plains, they followed the guidance of the hidden guards and walked obediently forward.

Fu Ling used the Dragon Tooth Knife as a chicken stick, and waved it in her hand: "I can start a chicken farm in the future, and pick up eggs every morning..."

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "The hero of the rivers and lakes retired to start a chicken farm?"

Fu Ling nodded earnestly: "Yes, after the world is peaceful, there will be no more grudges, and the Wanqiumen will not have to accept cases. Only by opening a chicken farm can I make money. I'm going to travel around, touring mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, enjoying Do everything in the world to be happy, one day I am tired from walking, I will settle down in the south of the Yangtze River, and lie on the wooden boat every day to watch the clear water and blue sky..."

When he said this, his eyes sparkled, full of anticipation, and the thousands of mountains and soft waters were all reflected in his eyes.

But Yan Zhu's heart sank.

The world is so big, Fu Ling should be unrestrained and unrestrained, happy in the rivers and lakes, and travel all over thousands of rivers and mountains, so that this life will not be in vain.

But if Yan Zhu wants to succeed to the throne, he will have to stay in the deep palace for the rest of his life.

How long will it last if we are apart from each other?

"Scorpions come out at day and night. The subordinates have led people to investigate around. This place is leeward to the sun, and 100 meters ahead is the best lighting surface, which is suitable for scorpions to reproduce and survive. Should we put chickens here, or wait until we go down?" Let go?" Li Zhong said a long paragraph, but he didn't get a response, so he called out in doubt: "Master?"

"Well, let's put all the chickens away." Yan Zhu came back to his senses, pulled Fu Ling closer, and clasped his wrist.

Fu Ling turned her head back: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhu said: "There may be poisonous scorpions gathering here, stay by my side."

Fu Ling leaned towards him obediently.

The hidden guards scattered and drove the chickens down. The group of chickens still stood cautiously, their abbreviated wings did not dare to move rashly. Fu Ling kicked the leading rooster and waved his hand: "Go!"

The rooster staggered from being kicked by him, and the flock of chickens seemed to understand Fu Ling's words, and quickly spread out in all directions, running all over the mountains and plains with great momentum.

After a stick of incense time passed, I found a cave where scorpions gathered, and big roosters rushed in. There was a burst of roosters in the cave, and after half an hour, the roosters were shaking with vigor Mao came out of the cave one after another.

Li Zhong led the hidden guards to search the surrounding area, and they had already searched all over, "My lord, there is a wooden house near the entrance of the cave, it must have been lived in by someone, but it has been vacated."

"It must have run away. There was such a big commotion when we went up the mountain. They were flying like dogs. Are they staying here waiting to die?" Fu Ling said, "It's a deep mountain and a wooden house, just like Wugao Mountain. pattern."

"The mountain is sealed, and no one is allowed to go up the mountain until the scorpions are removed." Yan Zhu glanced at the small wooden house on the flat ground. It is not big, and the wooden structure is more like a temporary wooden shed. Find out if there are any Tibetans on the mountain."

"Yes."

After a rough search of the mountain, Li Zhong came to report three hours later: "My lord, there is no living person found on the mountain."

Fu Ling was eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she brought, and asked, "There are no living people? Did you find the dead?"

Li Zhong nodded, the dark guard brought up the four corpses, Fu Ling glanced at them, then quickly turned his back and stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, and turned around after swallowing it.

Yan Zhu opened the kettle he was carrying with him and handed it to him: "Be careful of choking."

Yan Zhu took out the veil, squatted down, and moved the head of the corpse through the veil to examine it. After looking carefully, he said: "There are bloodstains on the seven orifices of the four people, two of them have swords, and the other two have blood on their waists. With a sword buckle, they should all be martial arts practitioners."

Fu Ling followed him to look at it, and said: "I guess these four people are not the only ones who died. The corpses are all decomposed to a similar degree. It should have happened in the past few days. I'm afraid I didn't have time to deal with the corpses."

Yan Zhu stood up and said to Li Zhong: "Go back and find out how many of the people who died of poisoning in Shaoshui County were martial arts practitioners."

Poria raised her head and looked up. At this time, the sun was slanting to the west, and a little sunlight leaked out from the gaps in the treetops, reflecting in the woods.

Fu Ling said: "It's getting dark, let's go down the mountain first."

Yan Zhu lowered his head, frowned, stared at Fu Ling's legs, and asked, "What's going on?"

"What's going on?" Fu Ling followed him and lowered her head, only to find that there was a smear of blood on her trouser leg. She opened the trouser leg and saw a red mark on her fair calf. Scratch it, it’s troublesome to wear light-colored clothes, and it’s dirty if you get a little blood on it, I used to wear black pants and I couldn’t see it even if I cut it..."

"Why are you so careless?" Yan Zhu pulled him to sit down, rolled up his trouser legs, and asked the dark guard to take a wet cloth to clean the wound carefully.

Fu Ling felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to pull her leg back, "Don't bother, it's just a small injury..."

"Won't it hurt?" Yan Zhu held his calf, his tone was a little anxious, "You don't know if your leg is bleeding?"

"Actually, it doesn't hurt, I..."

Fu Ling wanted to say that he was not afraid of pain, it was just a small cut, the pain was much worse than this before, he never cried out for pain, and no one could hear it, so he didn't know that the injury was on himself?Are you calling it to yourself?

Yan Zhu sprinkled some of the medicinal powder she brought with her, wrapped the wound with a cloth strip, and then put down Fu Ling's trouser legs.

He still crouched in front of Fu Ling, raised his head and said, "But my heart aches."

Seeing Yan Zhu's careful and meticulous movements, Fu Ling felt a sudden soreness in her heart, and an unknown warmth surged up, turning the sourness into sweetness.

It's one thing for him not to be afraid of pain, but quite another for someone to feel distressed.

He used to always stumble forward alone. He didn't need others to help him, and he got up by himself when he fell.

But it was the first time someone asked him if he was in pain.

Someone treated his wound and said that he felt sorry for him.

Now the man is still squatting down, trying to carry him away.

"Come up, I'll carry you down the mountain."

Yan Zhu turned his back and squatted down. He didn't hear Fu Ling's response, and couldn't see Fu Ling's expression at this time, so he said again: "Come up."

According to Fuling's usual style, at this time, it should be said "It's okay, I can go down by myself", "It's just a little hurt if you don't need it", or "You underestimate me too much".

But Yan Zhu knelt down in front of him, stubbornly refusing to get up, and Fu Ling swallowed all those words.

It is said that life is full of flavors. In this life, there will always be sweet moments, right?

Fuling lay on Yan Zhu's back and put her arms around Yan Zhu's neck. Yan Zhu stood up and walked down the mountain. The people and chickens behind him followed with their mouths closed. The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, and everything was beautiful.

Until they reached the gate of the posthouse, a certain big-eyed swordsman shouted in a fuss: "Fu Ling, what's wrong with you? Did you go to bed with the chicken? Are you poisoned? Can you still open your eyes?"

"Qiu Yi..." Fu Ling poked her head out from behind Yan Zhu, gritted her teeth and said, "Can you fucking wish me well?"

Back at the post house, after dinner, Fu Ling and Yan Zhu discussed what to do next.

"The people who died before have all been buried in the ground. It's not easy to investigate again. Recently, there are 23 people who have been found. In a small Shaoshui County, there are no martial arts sects. Why are there so many people who practice martial arts?" Yan Zhu flipped through the rice paper that Li Zhong handed over, and it recorded these 23 people, some of them had their birthplaces, names and ages, and some of them didn't even know their names, so they died inexplicably.

"The Tongtian Sect intentionally breeds poisonous scorpions, confuses the public, harms people with bullshit, and makes people think that they died of poisoning," Fu Ling scolded, "It's too fucking bad! It's so f*cking to implicate so many ordinary people. Help the animals wait for a thousand knives!"

"That's right, the Tongtian Sect regards human life as worthless, and it must not be forgiven lightly." Yan Zhu put down the rice paper and said, "Now we have to solve the poisoning problem, we must set off to go downstream as soon as possible, clear the poisonous scorpion, find a way to detoxify, and— —The officials in the south of the Yangtze River, it's time to clean up."

"I have to go to the Tianji Pavilion," Fu Ling said, "I'll go and ask if there is any detoxification method there."

Yan Zhu paused and asked, "How many days are you going?"

Fu Ling thought for a while, and said, "Tianji Pavilion is not too far from here, it only takes seven days to go back and forth."

Yan Zhu frowned and said, "It's been too long."

Fu Ling bent her eyes, leaned close to him, looked at the look in his eyes, and asked, "Are you reluctant to part with me?"

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "Ask knowingly."

Fu Ling whispered in Yan Zhu's ear: "I don't want to part with you either, so I'll fly back with wings."

Yan Zhu hugged him in front of him: "Go and come back quickly, I hope you are safe all the way."

"Naturally well," Fu Ling took out a small pouch and handed it to Yan Zhu, "Here is the unique wing grass of Yishan Mountain. When you whistle, the tune will be long and short, and the blood crow will follow the scent. Send a message with a blood crow."

Yan Zhu put away the purse, lowered her head and kissed his forehead.

Before Fu Ling left, she made a special trip to find Wu Zian.

"Senior brother, the Righteousness Association is gone, where are you going next?"

Wu Zian was packing his bags, and replied without raising his head when he heard the words: "Where do you want me to go? Wherever I like to go!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he himself felt that his tone was a bit aggressive, but he couldn't say a soft word. After a long time, he slowed down his tone slightly and said: "I know all the shit you have done these years. The house at home is finished, if you can't get along outside, break up with that..."

Wu Zian was a little bit speechless, what did that bastard Fu Ling do?Not only did he offend half of the world, but he was still ambiguous with a man!But this is Fu Ling's private matter after all, and if he doesn't intervene, it doesn't mean he is not angry. Thinking of this, he became angry again: "Anyway, if you have nowhere to go, go back and sell buns!"

As a teacher and wife, she would never be able to raise a villainous person. Fu Ling knew that Wu Zian was just a knife-mouthed bean curd, and she said she hated him, but she also left him a way out.

Fu Ling smiled and nodded: "Thank you, brother."

But he can't go back, and even if he dies outside for no reason, he won't go back again.

For him, Dongqing Town was already an unreachable past. His master and wife were buried here peacefully. He was full of blood and did not want to pollute that pure land again.

Wu Zian glared at him: "Don't give me a hippie smile, if you toss your life outside, don't expect me to save you!"

Fu Ling still grinned and nodded: "Brother, don't worry."