904 push, it doesn't matter who the murderer is

Fu Lin walked out from the darkness, his angular face was tense and expressionless, and his dark eyes were like sharp blades, staring at the person in front of him.

"You ruined my business."

"So what?" In the darkness, Lan Jiuqing, dressed in black and wearing a silver mask, confronted Fu Lin. Even through the mask, one could see the mockery in his eyes.

"You deserve to die!" Fu Lin raised his sword and pointed it at Lan Jiuqing who was surrounded by guards.

"You think you can kill me? You're so naive!" Click, click, Lan Jiuqing's sword was still dripping with blood. When he raised the sword, the blood beads on the sword were flying in the air, creating blood flowers, which made the people who besieged him feel cold and retreat unconsciously.

Fu Lin was not affected by Lan Jiuqing's words, and was the only person present who was not affected by Lan Jiuqing's aura.

"Descendant of the Lan family, if I can hurt you once, I can hurt you a second time." Fu Lin took out three darts from his belt and pointed them at Lan Jiuqing.

He did not rush to attack, but waited for the right opportunity. He did not believe that Lan Jiuqing had already fought such a battle and still had the strength to escape.

"You can try. You dare to perform such a petty trick in front of me. The descendants of the temple have fallen to this level. It really opens my eyes." Lan Jiuqing mocked him unceremoniously. He did not take action, but looked around to see which place had the weakest defense.

His goal had been achieved, so there was no need to get entangled with Fu Lin here. He knew that Fu Lin's martial arts was not inferior to his, and Fu Lin brought a bunch of guards with him, so there was no need for him to fight with him.

"It's good that it works. I know you are not afraid of poison, so you can rest assured that I will not use poison against you, so as not to waste my poison." Fu Lin had a deep impression of the last incident. It was the first time that Fu Lin suffered a big loss, so he had been thinking about how to deal with someone who is not afraid of poison.

Some time ago, he had come up with a good idea, but he never waited for Lan Jiuqing to appear. Today, he finally waited for the descendant of the Lan family. When he learned that Lan Jiuqing appeared, Fu Lin was excited.

Lan Jiuqing took a glance and knew that Fu Lin had made all the preparations. Even if he couldn't escape, then just fight. He had nothing to fear.

"It seems that you must fight with me today. In that case, go ahead."

Lan Jiuqing wiped the blood off the sword and signaled Fu Lin to attack.

"You are very strong." After a fight, he still had such momentum, which made Fu Lin admire him very much.

Fu Lin signaled the guards to step back, leaving enough space for him and Lan Jiuqing to fight.

"Just better than you." Lan Jiuqing admitted it directly without any modesty.

Fu Lin showed that he wanted to fight him fairly, but if Lan Jiuqing believed it, he would be a fool.

The words "the world is treacherous" are not just words. He never underestimates any opponent. Over the years, he has encountered all kinds of people.

Having a low level of cultivation doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the ability to kill masters. In the past, he killed many people of higher levels.

His martial arts skills are better than Fu Lin's, but that doesn't mean Fu Lin has no chance of killing him. There are all kinds of strange people in the martial arts world, and there are quite a few who are good at using poison like Fu Lin. He was already very upset after falling into Fu Lin's trap last time. If Fu Lin wants to trick him this time, he's dreaming.

Lan Jiuqing stood where he was, waiting for Fu Lin to make his move. Fu Lin was not polite either. He pointed his toes and his long sword made a sword flower in the air, colliding with Lan Jiuqing's sword, sparks flying.

Fu Lin did not use any force, but rolled over and moved behind Lan Jiuqing. Without any pause, he leaned back, with the sword level with his body, and stabbed at Lan Jiuqing.

Fu Lin's sword moves were not like Ren Bao's fancy moves, they were just fast. Fu Lin jumped behind Lan Jiuqing, without stopping for a moment, he swung his sword with his backhand, his speed was so fast, like lightning, that ordinary people could not avoid it at all.

This was not the first time that Lan Jiuqing had fought with Fu Lin, so he certainly knew how powerful Fu Lin's sword was. Fu Lin was fast, but he was even faster than Fu Lin. When Fu Lin's sword stabbed at him, Lan Jiuqing had already jumped up on the spot and stepped on the tip of Fu Lin's sword with both feet.

Fu Lin's face changed, and he spun around with the tip of his sword pointing upwards. He used the force to stand up, ready to meet Lan Jiuqing's attack. However, he didn't expect that Lan Jiuqing had no intention of attacking at all. Instead, he used the force to jump and rushed into the guards, trying to fight his way out.

"Stop him." Fu Lin was extremely angry and gave the order quickly.

Lan Jiuqing guessed correctly. He had never thought about having a fair fight with Lan Jiuqing. He just took the opportunity to delay Lan Jiuqing and then let the archers shoot Lan Jiuqing.

Lan Jiuqing was very powerful, but no matter how powerful an archer was, he could not escape the volley of arrows. However, Lan Jiuqing seemed to know what he was thinking and had no intention of escaping being single, rendering the archer powerless.

It was difficult for ordinary guards to hold back Lan Jiuqing, but in just a moment, Lan Jiuqing had fought his way out. When Fu Lin caught up with him, there were only a dozen guards in front of Lan Jiuqing.

"Lan Jiuqing, you want to run away after ruining my good thing? You're dreaming." Fu Lin stabbed at Lan Jiuqing like a sharp arrow, so fast and fierce that there was no room for him to maneuver.

A gust of cold wind blew from behind, how could Lan Jiuqing not notice it? Under the silver mask, a sneer flashed in Lan Jiuqing's eyes. When the sword was only an inch away from him, Lan Jiuqing suddenly turned around.

"Fu Lin, let me teach you a lesson. Don't be so crude when you fake it next time."

Bang... At some point, Lan Jiuqing actually had a gun in his left hand. When Fu Lin approached, Lan Jiuqing fired.

Puff... The bullet penetrated Fu Lin's calf. Fu Lin lost his balance and fell forward. Lan Jiuqing moved and took a half step back. Fu Lin happened to be lying at his feet.

"Descendants of the temple are nothing more than this." Lan Jiuqing looked down at Fu Lin with the majesty of a superior, suppressing him to death.

"You are despicable." Fu Lin lay at Lan Jiuqing's feet in an extremely humiliating manner. He was furious and raised his sword to stab Lan Jiuqing, but Lan Jiuqing was one step ahead and stepped on Fu Lin's arm.

"Don't move. If the gun accidentally goes off and hits your head, it will be terrible." Lan Jiuqing raised the gun and threatened Fu Lin at his head.

The guards were afraid to take action. When Lan Jiuqing told them to retreat, they did not dare to say anything and retreated obediently. It was because Fu Lin was under Lan Jiuqing's feet.

"Don't retreat. Who allowed you to retreat? Kill him. Kill this man." Fu Lin shouted angrily. The last thing he wanted in his life was to submit to the descendants of the Lan family, but...

He was stepped on by Lan Jiuqing.

"Want to kill me? You don't have the ability to do that." Lan Jiuqing played with the gun in his hand, with an obvious threat in his eyes.

As long as Fu Lin dared to move, he would kill him.

Fu Lin could not endure such humiliation. He ignored the danger he was in and roared, "Archer..."

The rest of the words were stepped back by Lan Jiuqing.

"Fu's descendants are nothing but this. If you want to kill me, you have to see if you can live to see it. Do you think Fu is still the same Fu? It must have taken Fu a lot of effort to train you. If you die, what do you think will happen to Fu?"

"Bastard." Fu Lin pounded the ground with his left hand. He felt no pain even though blood was pouring down his face.

Lan Jiuqing hit the nail on the head. He couldn't die for the sake of the Fu family. If he died, the Fu family would have to wait for the next opportunity, and they didn't know when it would be.

"Very smart. Only then can you be called a descendant of the temple. Don't worry, I have no interest in taking your life. The shot I just shot was to tell you to do a better job next time you frame someone. Your method is too crude, and I am very dissatisfied." Lan Jiuqing put away his gun and glanced at the guards who were eyeing him covetously, as well as the archers who were ready. He knew that as long as Fu Lin did not give a strong order, these people would not move.

The emperor still attaches great importance to Fu Lin, and he would not want such a capable general to die at his hands.

"Lan Jiuqing, if you don't kill me today, and you fall into my hands in the future, I will never let you go." Although he compromised, it did not mean that Fu Lin was convinced.

"Let's talk about it when that day comes. Although I don't think there will be such a day." Lan Jiuqing raised his leg and kicked Fu Lin in the jaw, kicking Fu Lin towards the archer.

"Master Fu." The guard was in a panic and quickly caught Fu Lin.

"Chase him." Fu Lin said ferociously.

However, it was too late. Lan Jiuqing had already disappeared into the darkness, and they couldn't even find his shadow.

"Master Fu, the person is missing." The guard gritted his teeth and knelt in front of Fu Lin.

"Send people to Feng Mansion and search it for me." Fu Lin gritted his teeth. His jaw was in excruciating pain and he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Yes." The guard took the order and left. Only then did the people around Fu Lin dare to remind Fu Lin to go back for treatment first.

Fu Lin knew his situation, and it was useless for him to chase after him: "Go back to the palace first and report to the emperor."

Fu Lin knew that he was in a very embarrassing situation at the moment and would definitely leave an impression of incompetence in front of the emperor, but if he wanted to do well, it could also become that he pursued the enemy with all his might and never backed down.

Right and wrong is just a matter of thought for the emperor.

As Fu Lin expected, when the emperor saw Fu Lin covered in blood, he did not blame Fu Lin for failing the mission. Instead, he comforted him with a few words. When the emperor heard the guards say that Fu Lin did not care about his life or death after being hit by a hidden weapon, he ordered the guards to arrest Lan Jiuqing. The emperor was even more satisfied and blamed Fu Lin for disregarding his own safety.

Fu Lin did not say a word to defend himself. He just dragged his injured leg and knelt in front of the emperor: "Your Majesty, Fu Lin did not do his job well and ruined your important plan. Please punish me."

"Well, it doesn't matter if the person is not caught. If Lan Jiuqing could be caught so easily, he would not be the number one master in the world. As for the bad things..." The emperor paused for a moment, his face expressionless, but his eyes shining.

"It doesn't matter who the murderer is. Since Lan Jiuqing has cleared Feng Qingchen of suspicion and dug out the person who committed the crime that day, let's put the blame on Xiling and let Yecheng and Xiling fight."

"Yes." Fu Lin said no more.

On that day, it was he who suggested hiring a killer from Xiling. This way, they could attack or defend. If the evidence could not be found, Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince would take the blame. If the evidence was found, Xiling would take the blame. No matter which option was chosen, the emperor would be the one who benefited in the end.

"Let the imperial physician treat you. You should have a good rest during this period. I will need you to take care of the affairs of Yecheng in the future." The emperor was more and more satisfied with Fu Lin. Not only did he not punish him, he also comforted him.

"Fu Lin thanks your majesty for your grace and will definitely live up to your majesty's high expectations."

Fu Lin walked out dragging his bloody legs, his eyes drooping slightly and all the light gone. No one knew what he was thinking...