Vendetta

There was no light in the tunnel, Fu Ling and Yan Zhu walked for an unknown amount of time, then turned again and stepped into a new tunnel, and as soon as they entered, they heard a soft sound, and the lights on both sides of the tunnel were lit up in turn from far to near.

Yan Zhu took the Huozhangzi and said, "It should be entering the central area of ​​the tomb."

Fu Ling nodded, and was about to raise his legs to move forward, but the stone slab under his feet was a little loose, he felt something was wrong, so he quickly used his lightness kung fu to jump back.

When Fu Ling stood still behind, the ground he had just stood on suddenly collapsed, revealing a bottomless pit, but only for a moment, the stone slab floated up quickly and returned to its original shape.

Fu Ling patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I react quickly."

"There is a mechanism here," Yan Zhu was frightened into a cold sweat, and pulled him in front of him, "Don't leave me half a step."

"It's fine." Fu Ling took his hand, "I'm very good at it."

While the two were talking, the lights on both sides of the tunnel suddenly went out, and in the darkness, three silver needles came through the air. Although the light in the tunnel was dark, Fu Ling could hear very well in the dark, so he pulled Yan Zhu Qiqi sideways.

After these three silver needles passed, another three silver needles struck. Yan Zhu pulled Fu Ling behind him. A sword flower blocked all the silver needles, followed by a dart, but in the end the dart missed its aim and only brushed past them.

The dart was nailed to the stone wall three feet away, and it touched some mechanism. There was a "click", and the ground was suddenly empty. In a panic, Fu Ling only had time to push Yan Zhu forward, and she fell into the darkness among.

"Fu Ling!" Yan Zhu turned around sharply, and the ground quickly returned to its original state. He squatted down anxiously, and punched the stone slab hard. The dull sound and the dull pain from his fist made him calm down, and stood up. Look at the nails nailed to the stone wall.

The darts did nail a switch, but the switch had been pierced by the sharp dart and would no longer actuate.

From the poisonous scorpion just now to the silver needle and the drug now, there is no doubt that someone is hiding in the dark to play tricks.

However, there was no one there, only stone walls and long tunnels.

But the silver needle and dart just now were too coincidental, not like a mechanism in the tomb, but rather like someone did it on purpose.

Yan Zhu's eyes were darkened, he held the Kunwu sword tightly in his hand, and walked in the direction of the dart.

Fuling fell straight down, he exercised lightness kung fu, controlled his figure, turned over with strength, reduced the impact, and landed firmly on the ground.

Just now the movement was a little bigger, the wound on the arm was painful, Fuling frowned slightly, didn't care, the eyes were dark, he took out the fire pocket, blew it hard, and walked forward step by step cautiously, the fire pocket could There were not many illuminated places, and he heard a faint breathing in the darkness.

Fu Ling immediately became vigilant, carefully paying attention to the movement around her. After walking a few steps, she felt that something was stepped on under her feet.

The voice was very familiar, and Fu Ling was taken aback: "Qiu Yi?"

Then he squatted down, followed the firelight, and saw clearly the person lying on the ground, it was definitely Qiu Yi, Fu Ling helped him up, "Qiu Yi, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Qiu Yi didn't respond, and closed his eyes tightly. The fire was too dim, and Fu Ling couldn't see his face clearly. He looked around and found no injuries on his body, only a little black blood around his mouth.

Black blood... is poison!

"Qiu Yi! Qiu Yi, brother, don't scare me..." Fu Ling was confused, and went to sniff, and found that he was still breathing, but he couldn't wake up, so Fu Ling picked him up, "It's okay, I'll take you right away." go out……"

"Master Fu Sect doesn't need to worry, he is not in danger of his life for the time being."

Fuling stopped in her tracks: "Who?"

A light of fire approached from far away, and the person holding the fire bag was wearing a fur cloak, and came slowly, walking up to Fu Ling, he cupped his hands and said: "Master Fu, we meet again."

"Gu Hunhong?" Fu Ling was a little surprised at first, then said with a downcast face, "Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I know it. If I don't know the identity of Fu Sect Master, how can I entrust the matter to you?"

"Since I promised you, I won't break my promise. What do you mean?" Fu Ling stared at him closely, "Did you put the poison on Qiu Yi's body?"

Gu Hunhong nodded, and he admitted it, he said: "But what I said was not about "The Promise of the Red Sun", I just wanted to let you open the tomb before, I can find "The Promise of the Red Sun" by myself, I think Ask Fumen master to promise something else."

Fu Ling narrowed her eyes, with killing intent: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you right now?"

"You won't," Gu Hun pointed to Qiu Yi who was leaning on Fu Ling, "If I die, and no one can detoxify me, he will die as well."

Fu Ling said: "I will naturally find a way to go out."

Gu Hunhong smiled slightly: "If I can let you figure out a way, wouldn't it be superfluous for me? Besides, with his current situation, it's hard to say whether he can survive."

Fu Ling gritted her teeth and said, "Then how will you detoxify?"

Gu Hunhong said: "I said, as long as the master of the Fu sect promises me one thing, I will naturally detoxify him."

"what's up?"

"Before that, I would like to ask, doesn't the master of the Fumen find it strange? Why are you able to open the iron gate, and why are poisonous scorpions afraid of your blood?"

"This is all planned by your mother," Fu Ling said coldly, "I just want to know why you are courting death."

"I'm just pushing the boat with the current." Gu Hunhong shook his head, "Isn't the master of the Fu sect even aware of his own life experience?"

"Let the fart go."

"Ye Sheng, the leader of the Hongyang Sect, is not from Rouran, but the Hongyang Sect follows Rouran's beliefs. The East is the most precious, and the sun is the most important. Do you know why?" Gu Hunhong's eyes were full of fire, but the fire No matter how bright it is, it seems that it can't dispel the black mist in his eyes. Gu Hunhong continued: "Because his wife is from Rouran, it is said that she is the number one beauty in Rouran, but no one in the world has seen her true face. Because she is not only from Rouran, she is also a maiden from Rouran, she was even married before that and has a daughter."

Fu Ling still looked at him coldly.

"That's your half-sister," Gu Hunhong said with a light smile, "Such an unclear woman with complicated identities has become the love of Ye Cheng's life, so much so that he tried his best to marry her." She resists all opinions, hides her beauty in a golden house, and at the end of her life, she will try her best to send her away, no wonder people always say that a hero is saddened by a beauty."

Fu Ling said, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"That's the truth, didn't you see it? Rouran people believe that all things have spirits, and the poisonous scorpion is afraid of the blood of the witch, because the witch is a person who can communicate with nature and is sheltered. They are afraid of your blood, because you are the witch." My son, as for Ye Cheng..." Gu Hunhong curled his lips, and said, "When we got to the center of the mausoleum, we found Ye Cheng's bones, and you can tell if you test the bones."

Everything that Gu Hunhong said seemed to be unconstrained, but it was clear, every sentence was even traceable, Fu Ling felt as if his eyes were covered with a layer of fog, he frowned and said: "What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. You can tell when I look like this. Hu people and Han people don't want to see me, but you are different. You were born of Ye Cheng and a witch. Hu people worshiped the Hongyang Sect at that time, so naturally they would follow me." You," Gu Hunhong said, "I want you to join me and help me gather this part of the power to expand the Tongtian Sect."

Fu Ling's pupils shrank: "So it's you behind the Tongtian Sect?"

Gu Hunhong nodded: "Not bad."

Fu Ling immediately said: "Tongtian Sect takes people's lives, it's extremely vicious, I will never join you!"

"That's because the chapters of "The Promise of the Red Sun" are incomplete, but we can find other chapters today, Master Fumen might as well think about it before making a decision, not only for your sake in this brother, but also for your own sake." Gu Hunhong disagreed. He said unhurriedly, "Once other Jianghu sects know that you are the son of Ye Cheng and the witch, and a remnant of the Hongyang Sect, they will never let you go."

Fu Ling said calmly: "I have never harmed anyone, so I have a clear conscience."

"You have never harmed anyone, and your father had never harmed anyone at the time. Why do you think the Red Sun Sect was besieged? It was because they failed to practice evil skills?" Gu Hunhong chuckled, "Because of his self-made "Red Sun "The Promise Kung Fu", it is said that it incorporates the secret methods of the barbarians, which can greatly improve people's internal strength. The martial arts in the Central Plains have stagnated for many years, and there has been no breakthrough. Bao, this is not a miracle in Jianghu."

"you……"

"People who are not of my race will have a different heart. Whether you harm others or not, they will not tolerate you." Gu Hunhong took two steps closer, and whispered in Fuling's ear: "Turn left ahead, and take another stick of incense. You can arrive at the center of the tomb in about [-] minutes, Ye Cheng's tomb is there, Master Fumen should think about it on the way, I will wait for the good news."

After finishing speaking, Gu Hunhong took the fire bag and brushed past Fu Ling, the light of the fire became farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Fu Ling had thousands of doubts in his heart, so he carried Qiu Yi on his back and walked forward.

After walking for a while, the person on his back suddenly moved.

Qiu Yi opened his eyes, and asked feebly, "Fu Ling, is... is it you?"

Fu Ling replied: "Of course it's me, it's too heavy to die for. Besides your brother and me, who else is willing to carry you?"

Qiu Yi laughed, and then asked in a low voice, "I... what's wrong with me?"

Fu Ling walked, but didn't talk to her.

Qiu Yi said again: "I... am I going to die? I feel weak all over, and my stomach is cramping..."

"Fart!" Fu Ling cursed, then his voice slowed down, and he said very naturally: "Stop talking nonsense, you are hungry, just go out and eat two catties of steamed buns."

Fu Ling's tone was casual and ordinary, as if Qiu Yi was really hungry and passed out before he fell to the ground.

"Oh..." Qiu Yi was in a daze at this moment, he didn't hear anything wrong, "Then...are you going out to make steamed buns for me?"

"Eat as much as you want, and if you live 1 years, I will steam it for you for 1 years."

"You called me a bastard again..." Qiu Yi smiled softly, and lay still on Fuling's shoulder.

Fu Ling was shocked by him, and found a shallow breathing sound from his shoulder, and Fu Ling almost cried at that moment.

"Yes," Fu Ling's voice trembled, "A thousand-year king and an 8-year tortoise, you have to live for 1 years."

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