Vendetta

Chapter 21

The next day, Fu Ling woke up, still leaning against Yan Zhu's arms, Yan Zhu had already woken up, kissed him on the forehead with a natural expression, then let him go, then stood up and said: "Let's go."

Fu Ling buried all that reluctance in her heart, put on the mask, stood up with him, shook the ashes from her clothes, hesitated, and pulled Yan Zhu's sleeve.

Yan Zhu was startled, pulled out his sleeves, and took Fu Ling's hand.

The morning sun shines into the canyon, bringing together all the warmth in the world.

"After the investigation...are you going back to the Wanqiu Gate?"

"Come back, where else can I go?"

"You can come..."

"Yan Zhu," Fu Ling suddenly stopped, and he took out the jade pendant from his shirt, "Is this jade pendant important to you?"

"Of course," Yan Zhu saw Fuling's eyes flickering with hesitation, his face froze, and his voice immediately turned cold: "Why, do you regret it? Do you want to return it?"

"No, I want to say that I won't return it to you," Fu Ling put the jade pendant back into her arms and put it away, "If you force me to return it, I'll eat it and choke to death if it gets stuck in my throat and I won't return it to you. "

"Who asked you to return it?" The coldness on Yan Zhu's face dissipated, and the sword eyebrows slightly stretched, "If you don't want it anymore, you can drop it and throw it away. You can't give it away, but you don't have to return it to me."

Fu Ling deliberately asked: "Then what if I give it away?"

Yan Zhu's eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "He catches it with one hand, and I will cut off his hand."

Fu Ling smiled and shook her head, she didn't believe it, Yan Zhu is a chivalrous man in the world, Kun Wu sword cuts the wicked and stabs the wicked, I have never heard of people who cut off people's hands at will.

Yan Zhu frowned: "You don't believe it?"

"Believe me, believe me," Fu Ling said, "Anyway, such a day will never happen, and I won't give it away if I swallow it alive."

Yan Zhu was not like Fu Ling walking around, he marked every place he went, and he had already sketched a rough outline in his mind, and the two of them went out without much detour.

Wang Youqian waited at the entrance of the canyon with everyone from Wanqiu Sect and Huoshan's disciples, Wang Youqian waved from a distance: "Old, old..."

Li Zhong: "Father?"

Wang Youqian shook his head: "No, no, it's Fu, Fu..."

Li Zhong: "Father?"

"What are you yelling about? He's a seven-foot boy, what kind of crooked way is he?" Fu Ling withdrew his hand as soon as the mouth of the canyon, Yan Zhu frowned slightly, but didn't speak.

Li Zhong: "..."

Fu Ling looked around and asked, "Where's getting rich?"

Wang Youqian: "He brought people, went in, and looked for you."

Fu Ling said: "There is a detour here, they won't get lost, right?"

Wang Youqian: "No, he did, Mark."

Okay, Fu Ling thought, I'm the only one who doesn't know how to mark.

Yan Zhu said: "I still have to deal with the matter behind the Taize gate, you..."

"I'll go with you, the people from Wanqiumen haven't been found yet," Fuling said to Wang Youqian, "You wait here to get rich, I'll go with them."

Wang Youqian said: "I, I will go too!"

"No need," Fu Ling shook her head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm safe with Yan Shaoxia."

"But, but..." Wang Youqian was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to punctuate the sentence. The more anxious he was, the slower he spoke, jumping out word by word.

But Fu Ling just killed Yan Zhu's uncle. Can the Huoshan faction let him go if they find out?

"That's it, I'm leaving." Fu Ling patted Wang Youqian's shoulder, and happily followed Yan Zhu away.

Taizmen—

Most of the people ambushing at the mouth of the canyon were Tongtian Sect followers who came to fill up the number. Only one leader knew more, and the others followed orders.

The leader was tied up and said that he had received an order.

Yan Zhu asked: "Whose order did you receive?"

"I received orders from Yishan, and we are all subordinates of Xiedao Hades." The leader saw Fuling, his eyes lit up: "Master, you can't leave us alone if something happens! We are working hard for the Wanchoumen!" , how can you ignore death now?"

Fu Ling was still wearing a mask, and he spit on the leader's face with a sip of tea: "If you fart indiscriminately, I'll sew your mouth on your ass!"

Among the people who were tied up in the cult over there, a dwarf suddenly appeared and said, "The master of the sect doesn't care about our life or death, so I won't hide it! It was the master of the Fu sect who said that we should pretend to be a sneak attack and let the Wanchou sect cleanse the cult." Heroes, we are also obeying orders, Xie Dao Hades has a cruel temperament, if we disobey orders, we will only die!"

After speaking, the dwarf knelt down and cried bitterly, like an ugly girl who was forced into prostitution.

People from various sects glanced at Fu Ling, and began to whisper to each other.

Fu Ling approached the dwarf, and said coldly: "If I ordered it, why didn't you just kill you all? Do you have some misunderstanding about my saber technique, or do you think that you are so tough that you can't even kill yourself with a knife? "

The dwarf crawled back in fright: "You, don't come here, all heroes are watching, you can't kill me like this..."

Fu Ling sneered: "Who do you think the King of Hades can't kill?"

"Master Fu Sect, if you kill him, there will be no proof for death?" A member of a small sect shouted: "If Wan Qiu Sect really has nothing to do with this matter, why are you so angry?"

"Angry? If I am really angry, is he still alive? Or do you think I have a good temper?" Fu Ling held the knife and slashed across the top of the dwarf's head. A bald man, his eyes rolled over in fright.

Someone didn't see clearly and asked, "Is it dead?"

"Have you ever seen someone die from a scalp cold?" Fu Ling turned around and said, "He just fainted, drag him out and bury him."

"This matter really has nothing to do with Wanqiumen," Yan Zhu said, "I discovered the harm of Tongtianjiao together with the master of Fumen, and we went to the valley to track down the person behind the scenes together yesterday. There's nothing credible about it."

Someone asked: "Then how do you know that Poria is not confusing the public, doing it on purpose, just to pick him out!"

Fu Ling sneered: "Pick it out? I've never been in it before! Wanqiumen only takes revenge, what kind of evil skills are they practicing?"

"Then how do you explain that you are only eighteen years old, but your martial arts are so high?"

"Wanqiumen are all killers and desperadoes, what can't they do for the sake of martial arts internal strength?"

"I'm used to killing people, but you still want to clear your reputation?"

"Everyone!" Yan Zhu raised his voice, "The unfounded speculation was not done by martial arts knights! Cults have harmed countless people. What we have to do now is to collect evidence and find out who is behind the scenes. Don't be fooled by villains." Words are deceitful!"

Some people wanted to continue saying that seeing Yan Zhu's complexion, they had to keep their mouths shut. Yan Zhu's martial arts skills are excellent, he is a well-known swordsman in the world, and he has a good reputation. No one here is qualified to argue with him.

"I'm not a gentleman, and I prefer to use hands than to speak, so I advise everyone to control their mouths, and if you dare to express these foolish opinions, I will let you know what it means to be dumb and eat coptis."

It was the first time that everyone heard someone using the word self-modesty on others. It was originally an elegant word, but now it sounds like a curse.

Fu Ling walked up to the leader and kicked him to the ground, "You're not afraid of death, are you?"

After speaking, he stabbed the leader's right shoulder with a knife, the man yelled, and before he could speak, Fu Ling stabbed again.

The knife did not stab deeply, but it was extremely painful. Fu Ling controlled the interval between each knife just right, and every time he was about to slow down, another knife followed.

Everyone was shocked by his straightforward method of extorting confessions. Although there are many such things in Jianghu, they should cover them up anyway, so as not to be called cruel in the future, but Fu Ling is not afraid, he doesn't bother to care what others say.

However, Yan Zhu didn't speak, and none of the crowd dared to speak out first.

After the four cuts, although a lot of blood flowed out, the person still hadn't passed out.

Before the fifth knife stabbed, Fu Ling suddenly stopped: "I ask you, where are the people from Wanqiumen?"

The man was in so much pain that he moved his mouth before he could hesitate, "I'm dead..."

Fu Ling then asked, "Where is the corpse?"

"To the west of the third peak of Taize Mountain, there is a cliff..."

"I advise you not to lie to me, it's very easy for me to kill you." Fu Ling put away the knife and nodded: "The goal of Wan Qiu Clan has been achieved, and the rest of you please do as you please."

After speaking, he took a last look at Yan Zhu, closed his eyes, then put away the knife neatly, turned around and opened the door to go out.

"Fu Ling..." Yan Zhu called him from behind.

Poria didn't look back.

He was very panicked at the time, so he left in a hurry. He thought over and over again, what would happen if Yan Zhu knew his purpose for going to Huoshan?

For the first time in his life he was afraid to face it.

Not long after leaving the door, Fu Ling began to regret again. When Yan Zhu didn't know all this, why didn't he stay a little longer?

It would be nice to say a few more words.

Even if you don't speak, just stand there and watch.

But there is no turning back.

Fu Ling went to the cliff and found that it was like a mass grave. He led people to search for half a day before finding the three killers.

They all died of bleeding from the seven orifices, and they have been dead for a long time.

"We came late." Fu Ling said softly, "Do these three people have any family members?"

Zhang Facai said: "No, they are all alone. The family either suffered a disaster or offended someone..."

Fu Ling understood, it wasn't that there was no way out, who would want to lick blood every day?

"Then find a friend or someone you cared about before your death, and see if there is anything that can help you."

"it is good."

The backlight here is dark and cold, and the sun cannot shine in. If you walk up, you can see bones everywhere.

Lifting the knife often walks in the underworld, but one day he stepped through the gate of hell and could not return.

Chuanqiongmen——

People from all major sects in Jianghu have come together, except Taizemen, headed by Huoshan School, Huaishan School, Tongnan School and Chuanqiongmen, there are also Liujia, Wanyue Gang, Dongqingmen, etc. Other small sects and martial arts families.

Zhang Tingsheng, the head of the Chuanqiong Sect, first said: "You are all famous families and martial arts masters. We are here today to discuss the matter of the Tongtian Sect's killing of people in the Jianghu."

Chang Rusong, head of the Huoshan sect, said: "My disciple, Yan Zhu, has been investigating this matter recently. The Tongtian sect, in order to practice the supreme magic skill, steals people's internal energy, causing people to bleed to death from seven orifices. It is extremely cruel, and must be eliminated as soon as possible. "

"Master Chang is right," Liao Pingtao, the head of the Tongnan Sect, flashed hatred in his eyes, "This Tongtian Sect is coming so violently, I suspect it was premeditated."

Han Bin, head of the Huaishan Sect, stroked the goatee on his chin, "Indeed, there must be someone behind the Tongtian Sect."

Liu Yongquan, the head of the Liu family, is wearing gorgeous brocade clothes and satin. Compared with people in the martial arts, he is more like a rich man from the south of the Yangtze River. The promotion is rapid, far beyond the reach of others, and he acts ruthlessly. Looking at the world of martial arts, there is only—”

"Fu Ling! He defeated the big brother at the age of 12, and killed six people in a row at the age of 15. He is just a waste who sells buns with a lame man. Where can he be so capable?" The person who spoke was Feng Wenjie, the current head of the Dongqing Sect. The apprentice of Lu Changen's Second Junior Brother, originally with his martial arts and qualifications, he would never be the head of the sect. Unexpectedly, Fu Ling cleared out the people in front of him, and it was his turn after a row. A lot of money was taken away, and the Dongqing Gate is so poor that no one is willing to rob it, and it is still safe.

The leader of the Wanyue Gang, Qiu Rong, has been the leader for only three years. He is the youngest, still a young man. I am used to him being very talented, and he is dissatisfied with retribution for doing evil deeds, so he starts to spit blood!"

"The leader of the Qiu gang is young and energetic, so it's normal not to see the dangers of the rivers and lakes clearly," Liao Pingtao said in a calm voice, "If I remember correctly, it was the Wanqiumen who led people to suppress the Crescent Moon gang at that time, and the leader of the Fuqiu gang was in charge, right? ?”

Liu Yongquan sneered: "It's no wonder that Chief Qiu is willing to defend him. It turns out that he has been in collusion with him for a long time."

"The leader of the Wanyue Gang should be me! Don't talk to me like that, Fu Ling will help me, I will remember this kindness in my heart, and I will fight for him because you guys are turning black and white! A major event in Shangwulin? It’s just a group of sanctimonious hypocrites who want to eradicate dissidents! My Crescent Moon Gang will not join forces with you!”

Qiu Rong stood up, but when he reached the door, he was stopped by Chuan Qiong's disciples. He drew out his sword: "What does this mean? I'm afraid I won't be able to report the news?"

"Chief Qiu is right. Before there is evidence, one should not speculate at will." Chang Rusong's tone was gentle, but it was indisputable. Why stop it?"

The Huoshan faction is the number one sect in the world, Chang Rusong is upright and awe-inspiring, with high martial arts skills and a high prestige in the world. When he said this, those who wanted to argue had no choice but to shut up.

Zhang Tingsheng waved his hand and asked the disciples at the gate to let Qiu Rong go.

Chang Rusong nodded, and continued: "For the present plan, all sects should be more vigilant, investigate the people in the sect and the suspicious people near the sect, etc., and deal with Tongtian Sect members immediately if they are found, and we must not let the cult grow stronger and cause disasters. Quartet."

Regardless of what they felt in their hearts, everyone stood up at this moment, cupped their hands and said: "Master Changmen is right, we will definitely work together to fight against the cult."

When Yan Zhu returned to Huoshan, Sun Mo was anxiously waiting for him at the door.

"Brother, something happened!" Sun Mo didn't even wait to enter the door, and the first sentence he said when they met: "Cheng Suyu who lives on the mountain these days is a fake, he..."

Yan Zhu: "I see."

"You know?" Sun Mo was taken aback, "Have you received my message?"

Yan Zhu asked: "What news?"

"You haven't responded to any of the messages I sent you these days. I thought you hadn't received it. The uncle was killed! The master is not here, what should we do?"

Liang Ruzhu died?It turned out that Fuling was in ambush in Huoshan to kill Liang Ruzhu?

Yan Zhu said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, have you sent a letter to Master?"

Sun Mo said: "It was passed on a few days ago. Chuanqiong's door is far away. I don't know if Master has received it."

Yan Zhu thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "How do you know that Cheng Suyu killed Master Uncle?"

Sun Mo: "He's not Cheng Suyu at all. He disappeared after the uncle's death. The younger sister returned to the Huaishan School and sent a message saying that Cheng Suyu didn't look like this at all! He disappeared after the uncle was killed!"

Han Yueqin went to Huaishan School to celebrate her mother's birthday, and she spread the news that Cheng Suyu's appearance described by her disciples could only be regarded as handsome, not as beautiful as Fu Ling.

Yan Zhu rushed to Liang Ruzhu's bedroom. The disciples carried the body away, but they didn't dare to move the scene. The blood all over the floor had dried up and turned black. There were four large characters written on the wall - blood for debt.

"Senior brother, when Senior Han Yuanguang of the Huaishan School died that day, there were also these four big characters. That person killed Senior Han, and then sneaked into Huoshan to kill the uncle!" Sun Mo's eyes were red: "Shall we issue a warrant? Get him back!"

Yan Zhu asked: "Do you know who this person is?"

"I don't know..." Sun Mo shook his head, and then said firmly, "But we can investigate!"

Yan Zhu pressed his trembling shoulders: "Listen to me, don't say anything about this beforehand, seal the news, and wait for Master to come back."

Sun Mo calmed down. He wanted to say something else, but he glanced at the calm Yan Zhu. Out of his trust and admiration for his senior brother, he nodded, wiped away his tears and left.

Yan Zhu went to see Liang Ruzhu's body, he was indeed killed with a single knife, the incision was extremely deep, very similar to Fuling's style, and the writing on the wall was messy and flailing, and it was indeed very similar to Fuling's writing.

In the past ten years in the Huoshan School, Yan Zhu practiced swords every day, paid attention to the movements in the Jianghu and the court, and seldom paid attention to other things. He only got close to his master and younger brothers and sisters. Sun Mo, who grew up in the sect, Yan Zhu didn't have much affection for Liang Ruzhu, an uncle who was often not in the sect.

The first thing Yan Zhu thinks about is whether Fuling's relationship with him in Huoshan is just a joke?

The two were in the canyon of Mount Taize, did Fu Ling have any true intentions in her heart?

Why didn't you say anything about this matter, did you refuse to believe him, or did you think there was no need to tell him?

"Li Zhong, go and find out what is the connection between Fu Ling and Han Yuanguang and Liang Ruzhu, check back in time, go to Tianji Pavilion to ask, use all available contacts and information, be sure to find out who killed him. The reason for these two people."

"Yes," Li Zhong appeared from the shadows, he nodded in response, and asked again: "The portrait of Cheng Suyu..."

Yan Zhu shook his head: "No need."

He already knew that this Cheng Suyu was Fu Ling in disguise, so why did he want a portrait?

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