Chapter 17 Part 3 Her Revenge Chapter 1 The Revenge Begins

one There is a new grave on the hillside, the grass on the grave is just green, several poplars stand in the westerly wind, and a six-foot-high blue stone monument stands on the top of the grave. A few large characters on the stele read: "The tomb of my beloved daughter Ma Fangling." Ma Kongqun stared blankly at the new grave, and it took him a long time to turn around and face Fu Hongxue. The wrinkles on his face deepened, and there were countless desolate and painful memories buried in every wrinkle. I don't know how much sadness is buried?How much hate? Fu Hongxue stood quietly in the west wind, staring at Ma Kongqun with a pair of jet-black eyes.

Ma Kongqun stared at him and suddenly asked, "What did you see?" "A grave." Fu Hongxue said lightly. "Do you know whose grave this is?" "Ma Fangling." "Do you know who she is?" "Ma Kongqun's daughter." Fu Hongxue didn't say "your daughter", but "Ma Kongqun's daughter", because he still doesn't believe that the person standing in front of him is Ma Kongqun. Ma Kongqun died ten years ago, he saw him fall with his own eyes, although he didn't kill him, but he believed his own eyes. There is a prairie in front of the hillside, connected to the blue sky, the wind on the mountain is colder, and the wind blows the long grass like waves in the ocean.

Ma Kongqun's expression became even sadder, and he murmured, "Ma Kongqun's daughter..." He suddenly turned around again and stared into the distance. After a long time, he said slowly, "What do you see now?" "Grassland." Fu Hongxue said, "Earth." "Can you see the edge of the field?" "I can't see it." "This land with no bounds is mine." Ma Kongqun said excitedly, "All life and property on this land belong to me. My roots have grown in this land." Fu Hongxue listened, and he had to listen, because he really didn't understand the purpose of Ma Kongqun bringing him here today, what was the purpose of saying these words?

"My roots are here, but Ma Fangling is my life." Ma Kongqun said, "Whoever kills her will have to pay a heavy price." Hearing his words, Fu Hongxue slowly shifted his gaze to the new grave. ——Is Ma Fangling buried in this grave? The wind was blowing, and Ma Kongqun's excitement seemed to have been blown away by the cold wind. His expression gradually calmed down, and it took a long time before he let out a long sigh. "Although I didn't see you kill Ma Fangling with my own eyes, you can't prove that you didn't kill him." Ma Kongqun said while watching him.

"I can't." Ma Kongqun stared at him for a while, then turned around suddenly, facing the endless prairie again. "No matter who wants to own this piece of land, it is not an easy task." Ma Kongqun suddenly changed the subject again: "Do you know how I got all this?" ——It was you who killed you out of conscience I got it from my friend Bai Baiyu. Fu Hongxue didn't say those words, he just looked at Ma Kongqun coldly. "This is in exchange for the lives of my friends and my countless brothers." Ma Kongqun said, "They are dead, but I am still alive."

"I know." "So no one can take all of this away from me." Ma Kongqun paused, and then slowly said, "Except for Bai Yiling." Fu Hongxue didn't understand what he meant, but fortunately Ma Kongqun quickly explained. "Although Ma Fangling is my lifeblood, for Bai Yiling, I can abandon everything without hesitation." He looked at Fu Hongxue: "Do you understand what I mean?" "I don't understand." Fu Hongxue really didn't understand. "The revenge of killing a daughter is irreconcilable, but..." Ma Kongqun bit his lips: "Yet Bai Yiling likes you."

Bai Yiling? Fu Hongxue had gradually understood what he meant. All of Wanmatang's hegemony came from Bai Tianyu and his wife, so Ma Kongqun, his orphan, had to take care of him, unconditionally. This is the so-called "Qianhu loyalty". So even though Fu Hongxue killed Ma Fangling, Ma Kongqun had to let Fu Hongxue go because of Bai Yiling. This is why Ma Kongqun brought Fu Hongxue here today. But is this really the case? Was it really Ma Fangling who was killed and buried in the grave? Is this Bai Yiling who looks a lot like Ma Fangling really Bai Yiling, Bai Yiling's daughter?

Ma Kongqun stared at Fu Hongxue: "I know you are a very ambitious person. If it were normal, I would very much want you to be my friend, or even my son-in-law..." His face sank again, and his eyes shot out a sharp light like a knife, and he said word by word: "But now you'd better leave quickly." "Walk?" "That's right, let's go." Ma Kongqun said, "Take Bai Yiling and go as fast and as far as possible." "Why should I leave?" Fu Hongxue asked. "Because there are too many troubles here, no matter who is here, it will inevitably be stained with blood." Ma Kongqun said: "Because although I can tolerate your murder for Bai Yiling, I can't guarantee that other people will forgive you .”

"I'm not afraid of trouble or blood." Fu Hongxue said flatly, "I don't need anyone's forgiveness." "But you shouldn't have come to this place, you should go back." Ma Kongqun said. "Go back?" Fu Hongxue said, "Where are you going back?" "Go back to your hometown." Ma Kongqun said, "That is where you will live and live." Fu Hongxue didn't answer right away. He turned around slowly and looked at the prairie. After a long time, he slowly said, "Do you know where my hometown is?" "No matter how far away your hometown is, no matter how much money you want, no matter what you want to take away from here, I can give it to you." Ma Kongqun said: "I will definitely agree to your request, as long as you take Bai Yiling away as soon as possible. "

"That's not necessary, my hometown is not far away." Fu Hongxue said. "Not far?" Ma Kongqun said, "Where is it?" There was a white cloud far away in the sky, and Fu Hongxue's eyes stopped on this white cloud: "My hometown is right here." "Right here?" Ma Kongqun was stunned. Fu Hongxue turned around and stared at him with a strange expression on his face. "I was born here and grew up here, where do you want me to go?" Fu Hongxue said. Hearing this, Ma Kongqun's chest began to rise and fall, his hands were clenched tightly, his throat made a rattling sound, but he couldn't even utter a word.

"I have already said that I am never afraid of trouble or blood." Fu Hongxue said, "And I only do what I should do." "You must stay here?" Ma Kongqun finally burst out this sentence. "yes." This was Fu Hongxue's answer, which was simple and straightforward. two Distant clouds drifted over, covering the sun, the westerly wind rolled up the leaves, and the poplars trembled. Although Ma Kongqun's waist was still straight, his stomach was shrinking, as if an invisible hand was pressing between his chest and stomach, making him almost unable to hold back his vomiting. He just felt that his mouth was full of sour water, sour and bitter. Fu Hongxue had left. Ma Kongqun knew it, but he didn't stop him, he didn't even look back. ——If you can’t stop it, why bother to watch it? If it was ten years ago, he would never let him go. If it was ten years ago, he might have buried him on this hillside by now. Ten years ago, no one had ever rejected his request, and no one had ever dared to defy what he said ten years ago. But now there is. When they were facing each other just now, Ma Kongqun had a chance to knock down Fu Hongxue. His fists were as fast as ten years ago, and he was confident that he could knock down anyone who stood in front of him. But just now he didn't make a move. Why? Is he old?Or did he have scruples? Is he really Ma Kongqun? Is it Ma Kongqun from ten years ago? Are everything in Wanmatang today and these people really resurrected after death? Over the years, Ma Kongqun's muscles are still tight and firm, and there is not even a little extra fat on his neck. Whether he is sitting or standing, his body is still as straight as ten years ago. Over the past ten years, his appearance has barely changed. But the changes and aging within a person cannot be seen by anyone. —Sometimes you can’t even see it yourself. The real change and aging is in the human heart. A person is only really old when he has the feeling of aging in himself. Ma Kongqun suddenly felt very tired. The floating cloud that had just covered the sun had changed into a dark cloud at some point, and the sky was getting darker, as if there was going to be a thunderstorm. Of course Ma Kongqun could see that years of experience had made him see changes in the weather as accurately as he could see changes in people's hearts, but he was too lazy to go back. He stood quietly in front of the new grave, gazing at the inscription on the stone tablet: "Tomb of my beloved daughter Ma Fangling." Ma Fangling is really buried in this grave? Apart from himself and the people buried in the grave, not many people know this secret. This secret has been hidden in his heart for ten years, like a thorn in his heart, as long as he thinks about it, he will feel pain in his heart. Now his eyes are painful, is it because he remembered this secret, or is it because Fu Hongxue rejected his request? Except for the sound of the wind, there was no sound of horses' hoofs or footsteps on the ground, but Ma Kongqun felt someone walking up the hillside. He knew who was coming. Bai Yiling. Only Bai Yiling is the only one who can share all the secrets with him. He trusted Bai Yiling, just like a father trusted his daughter. "He didn't agree?" Bai Yiling walked behind Ma Kongqun and asked. Ma Kongqun quietly shook his head. Bai Yiling seemed to know the answer for a long time. When she saw Ma Kongqun shaking her head, a look of sadness appeared on her face. "I said a long time ago that he would not agree." Bai Yiling said softly, "If he was that kind of person, he wouldn't have left ten years ago." Ma Kongqun raised his head, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and sighed softly: "I hope he can take you away, then I have nothing to worry about." "If he really took me away, wouldn't you violate the purpose of the organization?" Bai Yiling said. "Organization?" Ma Kongqun murmured, "It's for the organization that I want you to go." Ma Kongqun turned around and stared at Bai Yiling, raised his hand to gently stroke her cheek, his eyes were full of loving attention. "How will you face the organization after I leave?" Bai Yiling said, "It's not like you don't understand the means of the organization?" "Maybe what you said is right, I am old." Ma Kongqun sighed softly: "It is because I am old that I hope you live a happier life and that you can leave here." He paused for a moment, letting the tear that was about to come out disappear in his eye socket, and then said again: "As for the organization... I'm old anyway, so what do I have to be afraid of?" Before the dark clouds cleared and the torrential rain did not fall, the severe cold had already struck, and a deafening thunder had already sounded. When Fu Hongxue heard this muffled thunder, he had already walked back outside the door. The ground here was completely dark, and the lights in the room were not lit, and it was pitch black. Fu Hongxue never stopped walking from the time he left the hillside to here, and of course he didn't intend to stop at this time, but his right foot stopped in mid-air as if being blocked by someone. The hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end at this moment. The surrounding area was very quiet, and there was no sound of any kind. Why did Fu Hongxue suddenly become like this? three Boundless darkness, deathly silence, no light, no sound. The moment Fu Hongxue was about to step into the door, he stopped all his movements because he heard a very strange sound, neither footsteps nor breathing, but another sound. A sound that cannot be heard with the ear, and cannot be heard with the ear, a sound that can only be heard with the bestial sense of touch. Someone is in the room. one person. A man who wants his life. A man full of resentment. Fu Hongxue couldn't see this person, not even a shadow, but he could feel that this person was getting closer and closer to him. The cold earth, the cold wind, the cold knife. Fu Hongxue had already grasped his knife, and he didn't dare to move or make any sound other than holding the knife handle tightly. His body seemed to be gradually stiffening. The world was filled with deathly silence, and suddenly, there was a sharp and sharp sound of wind in the room. Fu Hongxue has been roaming the rivers and lakes since he was eighteen years old, running around like a wild wolf. He has suffered fists, slaps, swords, knives, and all kinds of weapons and hidden weapons. Of course he could hear the sound of a hidden weapon breaking through the air, a very small and sharp hidden weapon. This kind of hidden weapon is usually fired with a machine spring, and it is usually poisonous. When the hidden weapon pierced through the air, Fu Hongxue should have retreated, should have dodged, but his whole body seemed to be stiff, he didn't dodge, he didn't move. If he moves, if he dodges, then he is dead. With a sound of "ding", the hidden weapon had been struck down, hitting the bluestone slab beside Fu Hongxue. The person in the room was sure that he would definitely dodge and move, so the hidden weapon hit not his people, but his escape route. No matter which way he dodged, as long as he moved, he would die. He didn't move. He heard that the wind wasn't hitting him directly, and he was sure of this person's intention to make a move. He is not 100% sure, no one can be 100% sure about this kind of thing. He couldn't think too much about asking this question at a moment when it was too late to ask, but he must take a gamble, bet with his own life, and bet with his own judgment. It was a risky bet he made, and a risky win. But the bet was not over yet, Fu Hongxue would definitely continue to gamble, his opponent would never let him go. Although he won this time, he might lose next time, and he might lose at any time. The one who loses is his life, and it is very likely that the opponent has already lost his life without seeing it. Fu Hongxue was confident that the person in the room was someone he had never seen in his life. As long as he has met people, he is sure to recognize them. This is of course the experience he has gained from wandering in the rivers and lakes. Of course Fu Hongxue didn't want to lose his life without even knowing who his opponent was, so he suddenly started coughing. Of course coughing has a sound, and where there is a sound, there is a target. He has completely exposed himself to the other party. So he immediately heard another gust of wind, a gust of wind that seemed to tear him apart. As soon as he heard this kind of wind, Fu Hongxue's people rushed out, exhausted all his potential to escape, and escaped from under the wind. Suddenly, the light of the knife flashed in the darkness. The cold knife light, the death knife light! While Fu Hongxue was coughing, he had already drawn out his knife, one of the five sharpest knives in the world. The light of the knife flashed, and there was a "ding" sound, and then there was a sound of the hidden weapon falling to the ground. After the sound, there was a dead silence again. As soon as Fu Hongxue landed on the ground, he didn't move anymore, he even stopped breathing. The only thing he could feel was the cold sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. After an unknown amount of time, as long as eternity, Fu Hongxue heard another voice. He was waiting for the voice. As soon as he heard this voice, his whole body immediately collapsed and slowly relaxed. Four What Fu Hongxue heard was a very slight moan and a burst of rapid panting. People only make this sound when the pain has reached the limit and they are completely unable to control themselves. Fu Hongxue knew that he had won this battle again. Although the victory was bleak and difficult, he finally won. He wins, always wins, so he is still alive. He always thinks that no matter what, victory and survival are at least better than failure, better than death. But this time, before he even had time to distinguish the taste of victory, there was a burst of light in the darkness of the boundless primordial world. ——Light is just like darkness, it always comes suddenly, no one knows when it will come, but you must have confidence, you must believe that it will come sooner or later. Fu Hongxue finally saw this person, this person who was full of resentment and wanted to kill him.