Chapter 11 Get the Head Start
This feeling is very strange, like looking at flowers in the mist or looking at the moon in the water. He doesn't know where these people are or how far away they are from him, but he can faintly feel their breathing and heartbeats. I don't know whether this feeling is strong or weak, far or near.
But now is not the time to experience the magical power of the martial arts. Fu Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes, preparing to deal with the next trouble.
The ones who will appear here...can only be disciples of Ten Thousand Poison Mountains.
But when he opened his eyes, he was startled by the sunlight shining above his head.
It was clear that it was midnight when I closed my eyes, but now the sun was shining brightly, and it was almost noon!
“I actually sat there for so long?”
He blinked.
There was a hint of sourness in Yan Gui's lazy tone: "Are you still not satisfied? With your kind of bones and this kind of soul, you can guide Lingxu for several hours when you first open your martial arts. No matter how many people ask for it, they can’t get it~”
Fu Qingzhou was startled: “Why, is there any explanation for this?”
"Of course."
Yan Gui sneered: "The longer you communicate with Lingxu after you first open your martial arts orifice, it means that the better your bones and the stronger your soul, the better you will be on the road to practice in the future. The farther you go, the better your future is."
Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up: "Oh? Then how far do you think I can cultivate?"
"Is this starting to be too ambitious? Let's deal with the current trouble first." The smoker stopped talking, and the footsteps in the fog gradually became clearer in front of him.
Fu Qingzhou let out a breath of turbid air and nodded.
Not long after, figures gradually emerged from the mist. They were five men and women wearing Miao clothes. Four of them looked to be in their twenties, and only one was a little older - it was Meng Zhugang.
I don’t know when he also changed his night clothes into Miao clothes, and there were a lot of damage and blood stains on them.
At this time, the four people were supporting him towards this side. When they saw Fu Qingzhou, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, Meng Zhugang's eyes suddenly lit up and he was about to speak.
But Fu Qingzhou spoke earlier than him.
“Meng Zhugang!”
He shouted sternly: "You, the traitor who killed your fellow sect, dare to come back to me!"
Meng Zhugang was stunned, and the other four disciples of Wandu Mountain were also stunned.
After hesitating for two seconds, Meng Zhugang was the first to react, with a ferocious look on his face: "Junior brother and sister, don't listen to this man's nonsense, he is the one who plotted against me under the mountain, kill him quickly!"
"Bite back!"
Fu Qingzhou stood up suddenly, with a righteous expression: "Why don't you first explain why your shoes are so worn? It must be after escaping back to the mountains last night, There is no time to change clothes and shoes. Have you forgotten that you have walked hundreds of miles in the past few days? ”
Meng Zhugang's expression changed drastically, and the remaining four disciples from Wandu Mountain also looked confused.
This is the so-called head start.
Fu Qingzhou previously guessed that Meng Zhugang would return to Wandu Mountain to find help, but now it seems that he was right.
Along the way, he must have told his junior brothers and sisters how he encountered a plot at the foot of the mountain and how he escaped back to the mountain gate. The details are naturally impossible to guess, but one thing is inevitable.
It is impossible for him to say that he has been to Lingxiang Town hundreds of miles away.
Therefore, Fu Qingzhou first pointed out that there was a problem with his identity in the first sentence, and then pointed out the doubtful points about him in the second sentence, which really made the four disciples of Wandu Mountain suspicious.
"Senior brother."
A female disciple frowned and asked, "What the hell is going on?"
"You actually believe him and not me?" Meng Zhugang gritted his teeth: "I have worn these shoes for many years, and they have become rotten. Isn't it normal!"
"Then do you dare to tell me how I plotted against you?" Fu Qingzhou was calm and relaxed.
Meng Zhugang laughed angrily: "Why don't you dare?"
"I went down the mountain to collect medicine and saw a young hunter moaning on the edge of the cliff. He claimed that he got lost and encountered a poisonous snake again. Please help me. , I didn’t doubt that he was there, and I wanted to check the wound for you, but you took the opportunity to stab my ribs with your backhand..."
He pointed to the damaged clothes and wounds under his ribs: "I will be in pain. You knocked me down and chose a way to go, but you bent your bow and arrow to fight with me. Fortunately, I am familiar with this place, so..."
"Is that so?"
Fu Qingzhou interrupted Hearing his words, he narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Then you, a master of the fourth level of martial arts, why did you not want to kill me, an ordinary hunter, but choose to escape after taking a knife?"
"With all my abilities, how can I hurt your arms and break your bones?" "I called your name just now, how did I know your name?"
"Besides...are these yours?"
He kicked open the package on the ground, and a pile of bottles and cans slipped out of the package. It was found on him.
Seeing these things, Meng Zhugang's face instantly turned pale, and the disciples from Wandu Mountain also frowned.
"Isn't this the standard medicine bottle and jar in our sect?"
Someone looked at Meng Zhugang in confusion: "Senior brother, if you only fought with him briefly, how could he get these things? "
"This..."
Meng Zhugang clenched his fists.
"Stop making it up." Fu Qingzhou spread his hands: "Everyone, I know that it is difficult to clear my current suspicion, and I cannot be your opponent, so I don't think you can let me go now. Leave, and...I don’t want to leave either.”
In the doubtful eyes of several people, he pointed at Meng Zhugang and said: "But there is also a big suspicion on this person. I think you already know that I can go back to the mountain with you and confront him face to face to determine right from wrong."
Meng Zhugang looked at him with vicious eyes, probably regretting not killing him immediately last night.
After the four Wandu Mountain Miao people looked at each other, the suspicion on their faces did not diminish: "Boy, who are you?"
"I am really just an ordinary hunter."
Fu Qingzhou slowly stretched out his right hand and showed the curse marks on his palm: "I was hit by a curse in the mountains. I wanted to ask Wandu Mountain for help in breaking the curse, but I accidentally bumped into this man who was doing evil. After dealing with him, That’s why we’re in this situation now—it’s a long story. If you’re willing, I can tell you all the details.”
"You!"
Meng Zhugang's whole body trembled: "You are spitting blood!"
"Senior brother."
At this time, a Miao man beside him said calmly: " This guy is willing to be escorted back to the mountains for investigation. If he is really a villain, what do you have to worry about?"
The Miao men who were originally supporting him on both sides of Meng Zhugang now exerted a little force on their hands. Quietly turning his "helping people" into "detaining them", he didn't even have a chance to escape.
"You can't trust him!"
Meng Zhugang had a bitter look on his face: "He, he must have been prepared, what he said can't be trusted, can't be trusted..."
Fu Qingzhou is also very bachelor He stretched out his hands and said with a smile: "If you are willing, you can tie me up and leave. I won't resist."
In comparison between the two, one was evasive and unclear, while the other was frank, generous and natural. , looking at the expressions and attitudes of the four Wandu Mountain Miao disciples, they were all obviously beginning to lean towards Fu Qingzhou.
But at this moment, a rich old man's voice suddenly passed through the white fog and rang in several people's ears.
"It's so easy to trust outsiders. Is this what Elder Yu taught you?"
In the blink of an eye, the wind blew loudly and the white mist rolled back, only to see a dark-skinned man with a severe hunchback and a long beard that almost reached the ground. An old Miao man appeared from the fog. Although he was holding a cane, he walked too fast, and there was even a strong wind blowing around him. In an instant, he stood in front of Fu Qingzhou.
"You..."
Fu Qingzhou was startled, and just as he was about to defend himself, he saw the old Miao man swinging a knife and hitting him hard in the abdomen!
The severe pain hit him like an overwhelming force, and the words he wanted to say were swallowed up in an instant. He only felt that the blood in his body was flowing backwards, and his muscles and bones were numb, and he fell to the ground.
The appearance of the old Miao man made Meng Zhugang and the other Miao people stunned.
“Nian, Nian Nian?”
Several people exclaimed in unison.
The old Miao man, who was called the elder, glanced at them coldly, and after his eyes lingered on Meng Zhugang for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "This morning, the ring of the ridge ringing the town Yamen passed a letter. Come on, the disciple guarding the key of Youzhu Cave is dead. The person who claimed to have found the body that day was a young hunter..."
As he spoke, he waved his cane, and the tip of the cane tore through the clothes on Fu Qingzhou's chest. Hook out a brass key.
"Did you see it? This person is the murderer who seizes the key! Tie him up and take him away, leaving it to the Presbyterian Council to decide!"
Fu Qingzhou huddled on the ground holding his painful stomach, his whole body shaking.
He watched four confused Miao disciples from Wandu Mountain step forward to tie a rope on himself, and watched the elder stand next to Meng Zhugang and pat his shoulder gently, and thoughts came to his mind. got an answer.
There is more than one traitor in the Ten Thousand Poison Mountains.
(End of this chapter)