Chapter 1 Hunting Fairies
The sunset is slightly tilted, and the autumn wind is like a knife.
The maple leaves are swaying all over the mountain, and the red clouds hang lonely.
In the maple forest at dusk, a figure steps on the yellow leaves everywhere, walking step by step towards the mountains.
This is a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He is dressed in animal skin clothing and deerskin boots. He is holding an iron bow and a feather quiver on his waist. He is very handsome and looks like a young man from a wealthy family. He looks like a man, but his face and body are stained with mountain dust and mud, and there is an indescribable sophistication between his brows.
Apart from his somewhat immature face, he looks like an old hunter.
The red sun had not yet sunk into the mountains, and the young man walked through the maple forest and came to a valley.
He looked around, suddenly knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, took a deep breath, and spoke loudly into the deep valley ahead.
“Fu Qingzhou, the Orion from Qingwa Village, came to seek advice from the Immortal!”
“Please meet with the Immortal Master for guidance!”
The young man named Fu Qingzhou was full of energy, and his voice echoed far and wide in the valley.
After a few breaths, the echoes faded, but thick fog filled the valley. The smoke and clouds emerged from the dust and rushed towards him like immortals.
Fu Qingzhou lowered his head slightly, his figure and posture extremely respectful.
In the smoke, a vague figure gradually emerged. Although his true appearance was not shown, he could vaguely see that he was a tall and thin Taoist with fluttering clothes.
“Do you want to be an immortal?”
The Taoist's vigorous voice came from the fog: "Why?"
Fu Qingzhou did not answer immediately. He buried his head very low and quietly touched the iron bow and feather arrows with his hands.
Then he raised his head and showed a bright smile: "In order to hunt down you guys who are pretending to be gods and ghosts!"
His shot was as fast as lightning, and the arrow didn't even arrive in the blink of an eye. The bow string has been attached, and the original kneeling posture has become an excellent kneeling shooting posture. With the bow string whistling softly, the arrow has penetrated into the fog.
The Taoist in the fog let out a slightly startled sound, swaying slightly as if he had avoided the arrow.
Fu Qingzhou seemed to have expected it. He stretched out his hand and flicked it in the quiver. In an instant, three more arrows were caught in his fingers and hung on the bowstring.
"Bold!"
The Taoist shouted angrily: "A mere mortal, how dare you offend the beauty!"
"You big-headed grandma!" Fu Qingzhou laughed and said: " I want to see if your blood is red!”
Three swish, swish, and swish sounds, and three feather arrows came out of the string at the same time and shot into the fog.
The figure of the Taoist swayed again, but this time he not only dodged, but his Taoist robe was waved, and the mist rolled up wildly along with his sleeves. He did not move, but the three feather arrows made no sound or movement.
A mountain breeze blew by, the smoke dispersed slightly, and the Taoist's true appearance was revealed.
This is an old Taoist priest with gray hair, a long beard hanging down his chest, and an immortal spirit. He looked at Fu Qingzhou with a solemn expression, holding an arrow in his left hand and two arrows in his right hand - he actually He easily caught the three arrows in his hand!
“You are young and don’t know how high the sky is!”
The old Taoist priest shouted coldly: “Today, this immortal master will teach you what it means...well!”
Halfway through his words, his expression suddenly changed, and he dropped the arrow with trembling hands.
When he looked down at his palms, he found that their palms had turned black.
"This is the snake venom that I have tempered for seven days and seven nights."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "The tiger lasted for a quarter of an hour before it died. How long can you, an immortal, last?" The old Taoist priest's face changed wildly, and he didn't care about anything else. He picked up his Taoist robe, turned around and ran towards the valley, and soon disappeared in the mist.
Fu Qingzhou was not in a hurry. He stood up slowly and followed the old Taoist priest step by step in the direction of his escape.
The fog quickly swallowed him up. He twitched his nose and sniffed, but choked and coughed a few times. Then he laughed and said: "I thought this old bastard could rub dry ice with his hands, but it turned out to be ordinary firewood. Are you afraid of being poisoned by too much carbon monoxide? "
He took out a piece of cloth from his arms and covered his mouth and nose, and continued walking into the valley.
Although it is difficult to judge the direction in the thick smoke, the Taoist priest has lived here for a long time and has built some green brick roads for easy walking. After all, after the rain, the "immortal" will appear and be discovered. The mud on the feet is a bit unsightly.
Not far along the green brick road, you can see a small Taoist temple with charm, with moss-covered tiles and swaying bamboo shadows. However, the pile of burning firewood placed at the entrance of the Taoist temple is a bit distracting. .
Fu Qingzhou strode into the Taoist temple and saw the old Taoist priest at a glance.
The Taoist priest fell to the ground, surrounded by an overturned wooden table, and a pile of bottles and cans scattered around him, but he had no chance to open these bottles and cans.
At this time, the old Taoist priest was bleeding from all his orifices. His hands and feet were stiff and unable to move. He was paralyzed on the ground and twitching. He looked at Fu Qingzhou with resentful eyes and asked hoarsely: "Why, why? ..."
Fu Qingzhou sneered: "How did the butcher in Hesha Village die last month?"
The old Taoist priest was startled and murmured: "He, he was sick. , died of illness.”
"He ate your elixir and died of heavy metal poisoning."
Fu Qingzhou still smiled, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "And where are the He family in Qingwa Village? You took them in He gave them all the secrets of cultivating immortals, but the whole family drowned hand in hand. Do you remember? "
The old Taoist priest looked frightened, and his black lips kept twitching.
Fu Qingzhou moved a chair and sat down, crossed his legs, and said condescendingly: "There are eight families with thirty people in Liumu Town; four families with nine people in Hesha Village; Qingwa Village Five families, thirteen people, their lives will all be recorded in your name."
After that, he stretched out his hand and gently patted the old Taoist priest's face: "You will pay for it with your life. Sorry.”
The old Taoist priest was frightened and frightened, and his stiff body began to tremble.
"You said you can catch my three arrows easily, you are a master."
Fu Qingzhou said lightly: "Why do you have to do this kind of thing? You don't have any experience in the world. ”
But the old Taoist priest could no longer answer this question. The poison had already attacked his heart. A large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and horrific blood spots appeared under his skin. In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground. , stared and stretched his legs, and passed away.
Fu Qingzhou let out a disdainful "chi", no longer cared about the corpse, and began to search the Taoist temple.
This old Taoist priest pretended to be an immortal and deceived people to make money. There were many valuable things in the Taoist temple. The incense burner was made of lacquered gold, the vases were antiques, and the Taoist robes were made of fine silk and satin...
He quickly plundered a lot of valuables. He couldn't carry these things away with his own strength for the time being, so he could only turn back and lead the horse to pull them.
After finishing his work and preparing to leave, Fu Qingzhou squatted in front of the old Taoist priest's body again.
He looked at the poisonous blood on the corpse's face and smiled coldly.
“You are just like the twelve guys I hunted before.”
"Blood is black."
After saying that, the young man walked away, the smoke in the valley cleared away, the sun set outside the mountains, night fell, and the moon and stars were sparse.
Fu Qingzhou has practiced martial arts and archery with his adoptive father since he was a child. Then his adoptive father died three years ago because he believed in the immortal way and swallowed gold. From then on, Fu Qingzhou searched for the "immortal" and killed him, and all the property he robbed was gone. They were all scattered among the victims' relatives and friends, leaving only a drop for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
If we count from the day of time travel, it has been ten years.
A newcomer who has just turned eighteen has opened a new book~
(End of this chapter)