Vendetta

Eight-year-old Fuling has knelt for a day and a night at the foot of Dongqingmen Mountain.

He hadn't taken a drop of water, and he was unconscious at the moment, his legs were numb and lost consciousness, so he could only try to straighten his waist.

He didn't dare to fall down. When he closed his eyes, his eyes were full of scarlet. The house was in a mess. His father, mother and sister were lying in a pool of blood, and the broken clothes were soaked in blood. After his sister was buried and knelt in front of the grave and cried for three days, he wiped away his tears and vowed revenge.

Lin Yun's older brother, Lin Yong, is a disciple of the Dongqing Sect. Lin Yun asked Fu Ling to come to the Dongqing Sect to look for Lin Yong. Fu Ling came all the way from the village to Dongqing Town, but the outer disciples guarding the gate refused to let him in. He waited for several days under the Dongqing Sect. On the next day, Lin Yong finally came down to buy things. Lin Yong said that he knelt in front of Dongqing's gate, maybe he could impress the elders in the gate.

Fu Ling had no other choice, his family was ruined, he wanted to avenge his parents and sister, there was no turning back, he could only kneel on the bluestone slab, he did not dare to leave for a day and a night, his knees and back were painless, and his back trembled slightly .

He was born very well, with fair skin and a pair of clear and beautiful willow eyes, but he had not enough to eat for a few days, and his clothes were ragged, he was no different from a little beggar on the street.

His brain was in a state of confusion, and he saw his father, mother and sister standing far below the horizon and waving at him in a trance. The sun was setting to the west, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting the scarlet memory.

His close relatives, all his beautiful and happy past were cut apart by this bright red, and remained at the other end of the memory forever.

Only this bloody hatred was engraved into his bone marrow, day and night, like a shadow.

He couldn't cry anymore.

"Hey, is this kid still kneeling here?"

"Where did the little beggar come from? What an eyesore!"

Four disciples of the Holly Sect passed by with a sneer, who kicked Fu Ling.

Fu Ling had no strength in the first place, relying entirely on his mind to support him, he fell down without any accident, struggled for a while, and got up staggeringly again.

Through the messy hair on his forehead, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure among the four.

Standing among several people, Lin Yong looked over indifferently, with the same expression as the others.

Fu Ling withdrew his gaze, he didn't know how he felt in his heart, he didn't have the energy to think anymore, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, he finally couldn't hold on, he fell forward, the sound of the wheels approaching by his ear, a footstep appeared in front of him Feet in rag shoes.

Wu Heng pushed a trailer selling steamed buns and stopped beside Fuling. Leaning on crutches, he limped towards Fuling, picked him up, and put him on the trailer.

"Lame Wu, can your own wife and children support you? Why pick him up and go back?"

"Meddle in your own business, you deserve to be selling buns for the rest of your life!"

Wu Heng ignored them, fed Fu Ling some water, looked back at the emerald green Holly Mountain, with mixed emotions in his eyes, and finally lowered his head, leaning on crutches with one hand and towing the cart with the other.

He was lame in one leg, but he was still able to drag the car. Although he walked slowly, he was very steady.

The dilapidated wooden cart moved slowly in the afterglow of the evening sun, dragging a long shadow on the bluestone road.

The tragic death of parents and sisters, the house full of blood, from the village to Dongqing Town, strangers everywhere, terrified all the way, being stolen money bags, being chased by dogs, bullied by beggars, waiting under the Holly Mountains without food, That unusually long day and night of kneeling on the ground...

Fu Ling woke up from the dream, with wooden beams on top of his head, and he seemed to be back home for a moment.

After a while he regained his composure. He touched the longevity lock on his neck. The house in front of him was even dilapidated than his home. It was impossible for him to go back. His parents and sisters were not here, so how could he have a home?

A kind-looking woman came in with a bowl, her face was a little sick, she saw Fu Ling sitting up, she turned around happily and shouted: "Hang Lang, that child is awake!"

Wu Heng walked in limping on his crutches. He had passed forty years, his temples were whitened by the years, he was wearing an old jacket, the color turned pale from washing, and he had a kind face. When he smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered Together.

Wu Hengwen said, "Let's eat something first."

The porridge in the porcelain bowl is still hot, and some minced meat can be seen in the vegetables, which is already considered good in such a home.

Wu Heng saw that he looked sleepy, and asked, "You go to Dongqing Gate and kneel, do you want to learn martial arts?"

Hearing this, Fu Ling stopped holding the spoon and nodded vigorously.

Wu Heng pondered for a moment and said, "I can teach you."

Fu Ling still held the spoon and looked at him, forgetting to swallow the porridge in her mouth.

Seeing Fuling's hesitation, Wu Heng guessed that he probably didn't believe it, so he threw the crutch in the air, held it in his hand, and quickly pulled a flower on one side of his body, neatly, and stunned Fuling.

When Wu Heng stopped, Fu Ling realized that his hands were shaking violently.

Wu Heng was holding his cane, his eyes were somewhat reminiscent, obsessed and nostalgic.

Fu Ling quickly got off the bed and knelt on the ground: "Master!"

He had seen a carpenter in the village accepting apprentices and offering tea to the master by kowtow.

Wu Heng asked: "Can you endure hardship?"

Fu Ling said without hesitation: "Yes!"

After kowtowing and offering tea, the apprenticeship is complete. Fu Ling followed behind Wu Heng. Wu Heng's wife, Cui Shi, gently touched Fu Ling's head. She had no knowledge, she was an ordinary woman, but she had a gentle temperament. Kind, she always agrees with what her husband says.

"Master!" Fu Ling said that she was about to kneel down, but Cui was a little at a loss, so she quickly helped him up, moving impatiently, and couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing.

Wu Heng supported his wife, patted her on the back, and took a while to recover.

Standing behind Cui was a child, who was half a head taller than Fu Ling, with almost the same eyebrows and eyes as Wu Heng, looking at Fu Ling with an unhappy face.

Wu Heng said: "This is Zi'an, your senior brother."

Before Fu Ling approached, Wu Zian snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"An'er!" Cui didn't have time to stop him, she bent down to comfort Fu Ling, "Don't be angry, he's a bit shy."

Fu Ling shook her head to show that she was fine, and grinned at her.

The eight-year-old was born with red lips and white teeth, and his eyes curved into crescent moons when he smiled, which made people feel fond of him.

From the village to the town, Fu Ling was often bullied and suffered a lot. He was robbed of his purse and had no money to eat. Almost got kidnapped by traffickers.

Now finally someone is willing to take him in and teach him martial arts, he is only grateful in his heart.

When the cock crowed at five o'clock, Fu Ling got up from the bed, took a horse step first, practiced internal skills with Wu Heng for a while, and then went to help Wu Heng knead noodles and chop stuffing.

"In fact, kneading dough is also practice," Wu Heng said, "Luck, control the strength in your hands."

Fu Ling nodded, and kneaded the dough while striding forward.

The little child started to tremble not long after striding, but stubbornly refused to stand up.

"No hurry." Wu Heng patted his head, took a freshly baked meat bun from the steamer, and handed it to Fu Ling, "Take your time."

Fu Ling took the steamed stuffed bun, it was a little hot, the heat drove away the morning chill, took a bite, the inside was full of meaty fragrance.

Fu Ling narrowed her eyes contentedly, looked at Master and smiled.

After a while, Cui got up and began to help mix stuffing, make buns and make steamed buns.

The first pot of steamed buns came out, Wu Zian got up and took two meat buns. He was going to study at the school in the town during the day.

Wu Hengdao frowned and said, "How do you get up so late to practice?"

Wu Zian didn't take it seriously: "Come back and practice."

After speaking, he glanced at Fu Ling who was kneading the dough, and felt a lot better.

Why should the family take him in?You should work harder!

Put the steamed buns and steamed buns on the trailer, cover them with a quilt, and Fu Ling followed Wu Heng out to sell them.

Lao Li, who sells wontons next door, greeted them: "Good morning." Seeing Fuling following Wu Heng, he asked, "Is this the apprentice you took in? It's white and tender, and looks like a little girl."

Wu Heng smiled and patted Fuling's head: "My apprentice is really smart."

Wu Heng's words are true. Fuling quickly showed his talent for practicing martial arts. He has an excellent memory and can remember many moves after reading them. Fu Ling was practicing kung fu at the side when she was young, and she never complained of being tired when she ran in the morning and zama stance, which was many times better than Wu Zian's.

Fuling gets up at Mao every day, practices internal strength and basic skills with Wu Heng, and then helps knead the dough to make buns. After selling the buns, she goes back to practice martial arts. After a whole day of work, she goes to bed at Haishi.

He was lying on the bed, holding the longevity lock on his chest in his hand, buried his head in the quilt, thinking of his parents and sister, and the blue wheat fields in Zimai Village, he still couldn't help sobbing softly.

No matter how kind his master and wife are to him, this is not his home after all.

After crying silently for a while, Fu Ling felt a big hand gently pat on his back through the quilt.

In the darkness, Wu Heng's voice sounded slowly: "Cry if you want to."

Fu Ling wiped away her tears, stretched out her face from under the quilt, her voice trembling: "Master, I won't cry anymore, I want to practice hard..."

Tears are useless, he knows.

Tears can't wash away the blood of hatred, can't drive away the boundless nightmare, and can't bring back his dear ones.

He cannot be weak.

Wu Heng was not good at words, and his words seemed weak at this moment. He didn't speak any more, but just sat silently on Fuling's bedside, and stayed with him for the whole night.

The days passed day by day like this, and in half a year, Fu Ling had already gained some internal strength.

Although minimal, it is undeniable that it does exist.

This talent surprised Wu Heng, how old is Fu Ling?

Compared to Wu Zian, who is already ten years old, he still has no internal energy. Wu Heng already knew that his son is not suitable for martial arts training. Providing him with education also gives him another choice. He does not want his son to continue selling buns when he grows up.

Looking at Fu Ling who was unshakable and got up early to practice kung fu every day, his eyes were full of seriousness and concentration, and he also had a sense of tenacity. Not only was he talented, but his disposition was also suitable for learning martial arts. Wu Heng had a faint feeling in his heart that his apprentice would be extraordinary in the future.

So I did my best to teach him.

Wu Zian felt that his father liked Fu Ling more, so he taught Fu Ling wholeheartedly and neglected himself, so he didn't like Fu Ling even more.

Fu Ling is thoughtful, so she can feel it naturally, but she doesn't care, and treats him as politely as before.

The weather is getting colder and the buns are cooling down quickly, so the business is not so easy, so we can only make a batch and sell a batch. Fu Ling is carrying a basket to deliver the buns over and over again, and Wu Heng just stands by and sells them on the street.

One day, Cui called Fu Ling out alone.

"Master." Fu Ling obediently followed behind.

Cui's illness worsened as the weather got colder. At first, she just coughed from time to time. Cui just thought it was a common cold. Now the two children in the family had to eat and they had to spend the winter, so they didn't go to buy medicine.

Unexpectedly, the coughing became more and more serious, and sometimes the coughing was earth-shattering and could not stop for a long time.

But this time she didn't cough, she looked around and took out two eggs from her bosom, and stuffed them into Fu Ling's hands.

"Your master said today is your birthday, eat it while it's hot, and don't let your senior brother see it later."

Cui knew that Fuling's family had suffered a disaster, and thought that this child was so good and smart, but lost his parents since he was a child, so she felt very sorry for him.

The eggs were still warm, Fu Ling's nose was sore, and she grabbed her dry hand: "Master, your hands are so cold."

Cui was so thin that her cheeks were sunken, she had an ordinary appearance, but Fu Ling thought she was beautiful when she smiled. Cui touched Fu Ling's face and said, "Because it's cold."

But the weather is getting colder every day, and Cui's illness is getting worse every day.

At first I thought it was just a cold, but it never got better. I asked nearby doctors and gave her a lot of side effects, but nothing improved. Some doctors even said that she might not be able to survive this winter.

Wu Heng pawned all the valuables at home, collected a few taels of silver, and asked Fu Ling to invite Xiao Yong, the most famous doctor in the town.

Xiao Yong came, felt his pulse, and showed no expression on his face. Compared with other doctors, he seemed much calmer.

Standing by the bed, Fu Ling looked at Xiao Yong's confident expression, thinking that he would be able to cure his wife.

After collecting the money, Xiao Yong quickly opened a prescription.

"According to this prescription, take the medicine, take one dose every three days, and you will be fully healed by the beginning of spring."

Wu Heng took the prescription carefully, thanked him repeatedly, and sent Xiao Yong out of the house.

Fu Ling stood in front of the bed and said: "Master, the doctor said that you will be fine after taking the medicine, you will be fine!"

Wu Zian pushed him away: "Is my mother okay? It's none of your business? My mother is seriously ill when you come, broom star, go away!"

Cui propped herself up and sat up: "An'er, you can't say that... Cough cough, I have a disease in my body, so I can't blame him..."

Fu Ling pursed her lips and said nothing, poured a bowl of water and handed it over.

"You don't need to be courteous here! You stole my father, and now you are going to snatch my mother!" Wu Zian pushed hard, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground, and the water spilled all over the floor.

Cui said anxiously: "An'er! You...cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another earth-shattering cough.

Fu Ling squatted down silently, picked up the broken tiles, and had a cut on his hand. He wiped off the water and blood with a rag, and then went out to wash.

The water outside was bitingly cold, and his wife could not touch the cold water. He helped the master wash vegetables and chop stuffing every day, and he was used to it.

When Fu Ling entered the room again, she saw Wu Heng worrying with the prescription.

Other medicinal materials are easy to find, and they are also available in the pharmacy in the town, but the medicine Yin is different-the cricket cricket of the first snow.

Chao bacteria don't know the dark moon, and crickets don't know the spring and autumn. (Note)

Cicadas are cicadas, they always live in spring and die in autumn, but now it’s winter, and it’s freezing cold, where can I find cicadas for the first snow?

"I'll go look for it," Fu Ling stood in the house, the north wind outside howled, the wooden windows rattled, and the little child said with firm eyes, "I'll go look for Chuxue's cricket cricket."

The author has something to say: the verse in the copy:

The snow is pressing down on the branches, although they are not covered with mud.

Once the red sun rises, it is still in line with the sky. —— "Ode to Bamboo" Zhu Yuanzhang

Chao bacteria don't know the dark moon, and crickets don't know the spring and autumn. —— "Getaway"