Vendetta

According to Gu Hunhong, after less than a stick of incense, Fu Ling saw a little fire at the end of the tunnel. He walked forward with Qiu Yi on his back. Yadao, for the convenience of movement, he put Qiu Yi off his back, changed his back into a support, and walked into the tomb.

The size of the tomb is not small, and there are lights on the four walls. It is very empty, and there is a large sarcophagus in the middle.

"Boss!" Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian in the tomb turned their heads together and said joyfully, "You're here!"

Fu Ling glanced into the tomb room, there were still quite a few people, Huang Shicai, Han Bin, and Liu Yongquan had all arrived.

Fu Ling didn't see Yan Zhu's shadow, so she asked, "Where's Yan Zhu?"

Wang Youqian said: "I haven't seen it, Mr. Yan, yes, yes..."

Zhang Facai continued, "Maybe it hasn't arrived yet."

Fu Ling asked again: "How did you find the way here?"

Wang Youqian pointed to Han Bin, "Follow him, and..."

Zhang Facai: "Meet Huang Shicai again."

Fu Ling nodded, Yan Zhu didn't have a map, so naturally he couldn't reach the tomb so quickly, but Yan Zhu had a good sense of direction, so if nothing unexpected happened, he should be there soon.

Han Bin saw Fuling, and sneered, "The master of the Fu family is quite fast."

When Huang Shicai heard this, he was surprised and said: "I still don't know who can open Ye Cheng's tomb. It turns out to be the master of the Fu family."

Fu Ling said: "I'm only a little better than you guys, and I'm not considered a capable person."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling no longer cared about the three people surrounding the sarcophagus. He put Qiu Yi down and asked Qiu Yi to sit on the ground temporarily.

Fu Ling asked in a low voice, "Have you found Hongyanghua?"

"Not yet," Zhang Facai shook his head. Seeing that Qiu Yi was unconscious, he asked, "Brother Qiu, what's wrong?"

Fu Ling drooped her eyes, sighed deeply, and said, "Something happened..."

However, before he could elaborate, Liu Yongquan not far away suddenly screamed, "The poisonous scorpion is here!"

The bricks on the east wall of the tomb were loosened, revealing a square dark hole, and with a rustling sound, black poisonous scorpions gushed out of the hole.

"Poisonous scorpion! It's poisonous! It's life-threatening!" Liu Yongquan yelled at the top of his voice, while running back while rolling and crawling.

"Stand back!" Fuling handed Qiu Yi to Zhang Facai, then leaped forward and tore off the wrapped cloth on his arm. The unhealed wound was pulled by him, and blood gushed out again. , dripped on the ground, drawing a bloodstain.

Sensing the blood, the poisonous scorpion, which was restless just now, immediately became quiet, obediently stayed behind the bloodstains, and stopped moving.

"The master of the Fu family has a lot to do with this tomb," said Liu Yongquan, who was standing beside him, the panic on his face had dissipated, "Opening the door and driving away the poisonous scorpions are something ordinary people like us can't do. "

Huang Shicai seemed to have deep meaning and said: "Brother Yongquan, how do you say this?"

"I don't know if Head Huang still remembers. Back then when I was besieging the Hongyang Sect, I didn't see the witch. I thought she died in the fire, but now it seems that it may not be..." Liu Yongquan narrowed his eyes , said, with the flesh all over his face huddled together, "Ye Cheng is so obsessed with that witch, maybe he couldn't bear her to die, so he secretly sent her away a long time ago."

Fu Ling looked over with a cold face, he wrapped the cloth around his arm carelessly, he didn't seem to feel any pain, the wound was still dripping with blood, and soon the cloth was soaked.

Liu Yongquan also looked at Fu Ling, and continued, "It may be that she is reluctant to part with the flesh and blood in her belly."

Fu Ling snorted coldly: "Speak directly if you have something to say, and don't be so fucking yin and yang."

"I never lie. We are upright in Jianghu, and we always use facts as evidence. Whether the master of the Fu family has anything to do with Ye Sheng, you can know if you test your relatives." Liu Yongquan took out a silver needle and bent his thick waist. , Stretch the tip of the needle towards the blood dripping from Poria cocos on the ground, a drop of it was stained, and the dark red blood condensed on the tip of the needle.

Liu Yongquan walked towards the sarcophagus, and said to Huang Shicai, "Thank you, Master Huang."

Huang Shicai was surprised, gathered his internal energy in his palm, and slapped the sarcophagus with his palm. With a muffled "bang", the lid of the coffin opened, revealing the corpse inside.

A corpse lying in the sarcophagus, the clothes are in good condition, the brocade clothes are gorgeous and finely crafted, and many circular patterns are embroidered with red thread on the clothes, like flowers with three layers of petals, the red color is still bright, but the brocade clothes are wrapped inside The people who have already turned into bones.

Ye Sheng, the leader of the Hongyang sect, was once one of the best masters in the world, known to everyone in the martial arts world, but 18 years have passed, and no one cares about his story. Or according to legend, only the bones in front of me are left in the end.

Liu Yongquan approached and dripped the blood from the silver needle into the bone.

Bone test is similar to blood test, in that the blood of the living is dripped into the bones of the dead, and if it can be integrated into it, it will be a close relative connected by blood.

I saw the blood drop falling on the bones, and quickly melted into it, leaving only a little red.

"Master Fumen, facts speak louder than words," Liu Yongquan tucked his hands into his sleeves, "You said you established Wanqiumen to uphold justice, but in fact it was to avenge your own personal revenge, right? How many famous people in the world have died under your sword over the years? "

"I..." Fu Ling stared closely at the bones in the sarcophagus, his eyes full of bewilderment and helplessness, he took out the longevity lock from his arms tremblingly, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his clothes indiscriminately, but The intricately patterned longevity lock was already stained with blood from his hands, and a round pattern was printed on the palm of his hand that he barely wiped off.

The three layers of petals were tightly gathered together, and a blood flower bloomed in the palm of his hand.

It was as red as blood, like the rising sun on the sand dunes in the desert, and it was exactly the same as the patterns embroidered on the brocade clothes inside the sarcophagus.

Fu Ling took two steps back abruptly, her eyes suddenly turned red.

He lived for 18 years. He lived in such a muddled way that no one even knew the name of his biological father. He kept saying that he wanted revenge, but now he didn't even know his enemy.

Naturally, the people in the sarcophagus couldn't open their mouths to tell, the bones were terribly cold.

"Master Fu Sect, you don't need to pretend anymore, right?" Huang Shicai drew out his sword, "Your purpose for coming here is clear, we will never let Hongyang Sect revive!"

He was worried that there was no excuse, and now he just followed this excuse to get rid of Poria!

Fu Ling was stunned, and it took her a long time to say a word: "I don't know what the Red Sun Sect is. I'm here to find the Red Sun Flower and cure the poisonous scorpion in the south of the Yangtze River..."

"Hmph, you just killed the head of the Tongnan faction, today I will never let you out of this tomb!" Huang Shicai said sharply, and stabbed with his sword.

"You mean Liao Pingtao?" The cold light of the blade brought Fu Ling back to his senses, and the Dragon Tooth Knife immediately blocked the blade, "I didn't kill Liao Pingtao, I have never seen him before!"

"Don't make excuses! You just let the bloodletting be hypocritical. I want to take your life now and avenge Yuan Guang!" Han Bin also came with his sword in hand. Seeing this, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian rushed to meet Han Bin Bin stopped.

Although Fu Ling had many doubts in her heart, she now understood one thing, no matter whether it was to eliminate evil or not, for whatever reason, these people only wanted his life!

Saving them is really unnecessary, let the poisonous scorpion sting this group of martial arts tumors!

Huang Shicai has a blood feud with Fu Ling, and Fu Ling was still looking for an opportunity, but now it seems that there is no need to wait for another opportunity, he will pay for his life today!

The Dragon Tooth Knife is dignified, stained with Poria's blood, and has a bit of evil spirit. Under the light of the tomb, it is surrounded by black energy. The ancient evil knife was born for killing. It is said that once the evil blade is released, it Cause all ghosts to cry together.

Huang Shicai blocked Longya's blade, lowered his voice, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Ten years ago, I should have killed you..."

"brute!"

The tragic death of her parents and sister ten years ago was an unmentionable wound in Fu Ling's heart, and her hatred poured out at once like a flood that broke a bank.

Fuling's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the black clothes made his already fair face even paler. He was unreserved in every move. Fuling was different from others. Once he raised the knife, he would have no other intentions, only to kill, to eliminate Don't think about it any more, even if you are scratched by the blade, you still don't change your face.

After many years of confrontation with others, Fu Ling understands that life or death is a matter of life. If you are afraid of death, you must die.

Only this point Huang Shicai lost, he was careful everywhere, he had to attack but also defend, but his swordsmanship has not reached this level, he will definitely lose one of the two.

The Dragon Tooth Knife pierced Huang Shicai's chest, and blood poured out. A corner of the bloody nightmare was cut open. Fu Ling pulled out the knife and lay on the ground panting. The wound on his arm was still bleeding, and the blood flowed down his fingertips. , flowed to the Dragon Tooth Knife, seeped into the blade, leaving only blood.

A voice sounded from behind him: "Fu Ling?"

Fu Ling turned her head sharply, Yan Zhu was standing at the entrance of the tomb, looking at him with astonishment in those lacquer-like star eyes.

He saw that Fu Ling's hand holding the Dragon Yadao, even though he was injured and bleeding, he didn't tremble a bit, but at this moment, he couldn't help Wei Wei.

Fu Ling's heart also trembled, Yan Zhu came.

Yan Zhu stepped forward quickly, seeing Fu Ling's bleeding arm, his eyes were full of distress, and he asked anxiously: "What happened?"

Fu Ling took a step back, distanced herself from him, shook her head and said nothing.

Seeing that he wouldn't let her approach, Yan Zhu had no choice but to stand where she was, and said in a slow tone: "What happened?"

"Yan Zhu, Fuling is Ye Cheng's son, a remnant of the Hongyang Sect, he is here to avenge, and he has already killed Head Liao and Head Huang!" Liu Yongquan shouted, "He has been lying to you before, Jiangnan Poisonous Scorpion Obviously he did it!"

Yan Zhu frowned and said: "The poisonous scorpion in the south of the Yangtze River is the work of the Tongtian Sect. This matter has nothing to do with Fu Ling. He..."

"Nephew Yan, long time no see."

Seeing the man in the fur cloak come in from the secret passage, Yan Zhu turned his head and saw a green pattern on the man's saber. He was quite surprised and said: "Master, long time no see."

Fu Ling was taken aback, when did Gu Hunhong become Yan Zhu's uncle?

Gu Hunhong noticed Fu Ling's gaze, and said: "Master Fu, I forgot to tell you that Gu Hunhong is my Hu language name, and I also have a name in the Central Plains, Zheng Ruquan."

Zheng Ruquan, the former big disciple of the Huoshan School and Chang Rusong's senior brother, defected from the school more than ten years ago and has never been heard from. Yan Zhu can recognize him because the green pattern on his saber is only available to the direct disciples of the Huoshan School. .

"I haven't returned to the sect for many years, and I didn't expect Nephew Yan to recognize me, but I'm not here today to reminisce about the old days." Gu Hunhong took out a blood-stained bamboo flower from his sleeve, "Thanks to the bamboo weaving flower from Master Fu Sect. Flowers, I can avoid the poisonous scorpion, all the way here."

Han Bin put away his sword, and said with a sneer, "I'll tell you, it turned out to be a nest of snakes and rats. Sure enough, the barbarians don't have any good things!"

"My bloodline is low, so it doesn't matter how Sect Leader Han wants to scold me, but—" Gu Hunhong paused, and then continued: "The bloodline of the master of the Fu Sect is very noble, it was born of Ye Cheng and Rouran Witch. Not everyone is qualified to scold."

Zhang Facai hurriedly defended Fu Ling: "The bamboo weaving flower is clearly..."

"I gave it to you." Fuling interrupted Zhang Facai, took the Longya Saber, and walked towards Gu Hunhong.

"Fu Ling!" Yan Zhu grabbed him, "What's going on?"

"That's the way it is," Fu Ling pulled Yan Zhu's hand from his wrist, "Yan Shaoxia, we don't agree with each other, let's just say goodbye."

He was not called "Mr. Yan", nor was he called by Yan Zhu's name, but only "Shaoxia Yan", which was the same as when the two met under the moon. It was completely different.

At that time, Fu Ling said, Yan Shaoxia has long admired his name.

But now he said, Yan Shaoxia, let it go.

Only alienation remained in the tone.

Yan Zhu looked at him in disbelief.

Despite all the reluctance, Fu Ling let go of Yan Zhu's hand with a cold face, turned his back and walked towards the sarcophagus, not turning his head to look at him again, he did not dare to look at Yan Zhu's expression at this time, Qiu Yi was still leaning not far away He was unconscious by the wall where he was, and he couldn't hesitate.

Regardless of whether he is Ye Cheng's son or not, once he has contact with the Tongtian Sect, it is impossible for the two of them to be friends.

In the future, he will be scolded by thousands of people and spit on by thousands of people. Even if he can't be Yan Zhu's help, he can't be Yan Zhu's stumbling block.

It's better to stop now.

Fu Ling has always been decisive in doing things. Once she decides on something, she must act immediately.

But he felt a deep powerlessness in his heart, as if someone pinched his heart veins with hatred, drained all the blood from his heart, filled it with lead again, and could only fall desperately.

In the past, he thought that although he was just a child from an ordinary farm family, as long as he worked hard, he would catch up with Yan Zhu one day.

Now he understands that no matter how bright the star behind the dark cloud is, it cannot catch up with the bright sun in the sky.

Some people are destined to have different paths from birth, even if they meet at a fork in the road, they still have to separate in the end.

The author has something to say: "Drip bone test" was once included by Song Ci (a forensic scientist in the Southern Song Dynasty who has always been on the front line of Wu Zuo) in "Winning Injustice Collection" to identify the blood relationship between the dead and the living.

"Winning Injustice Collection" is the first forensic monograph in Chinese history, and also the first systematic judicial inspection book (here refers to monographs with names and surnames, specific authors and creation dates), and it has a great influence on ancient case judgments , was regarded as the golden rule, and everyone believed it very firmly at that time, but people today have discovered that there is no scientific basis for "testing relatives by dripping bones". (If there are any mistakes in the above, please don’t hesitate to point it out to this author who reads little and wants to read everything but can never finish it.)

I'm really sorry yesterday, woo woo woo, I stopped updating again, and piled up everything until May [-]st, so that I myself, who was in a mess during the holiday, woo woo woo