Chapter 29 I’m okay?


Chapter 29 I’m okay?

It was already dusk when Fu Qingzhou and Kua Ye supported each other and slowly walked back to the village of Wandu Mountain, but they did not see corpses and blood all over the mountain.

On the contrary, it was as if nothing had happened in the village. The disciples were practicing martial arts in the square and people were walking through the village roads.

Of course, Fu Qingzhou was not particularly shocked.

On the way back, he had already heard Kuaye say that this could be regarded as a tacit understanding between the two warring parties.

You can fight, but you can't destroy the foundation of Wandu Mountain.

Although there are die-hard loyalists from the clan leader's faction in this mountain, as well as die-hard loyalists from the older elders' faction, in the final analysis, most of the people are selected from the surrounding Miao villages and have excellent talents. Disciples, they don’t know anything, they just practice Qigong day after day.

Therefore, even if the two sides wanted to fight, they would not lead dozens or hundreds of disciples to fight in the center of the village until blood flowed, let alone involve those unsuspecting disciples.

Their fight to the death will take place elsewhere. After the winner is decided, most of the disciples will only know that the sect leader has changed the world. As for what happened behind the scenes, they will not know.

“So…”

Fu Qingzhou asked: "What else do you need me to do next?"

"No need." Quaye responded: "Your mission has been completed."

"Completed?"< br>
Fu Qingzhou was startled.

Kuaye grinned at him: "Yes, you delayed the elder and did not let him release Long Dabei immediately, and even forced him to send some elite personnel to trace your identity and investigate Is there an ambush from the imperial court outside the mountain? Today I sent a group of disciples to kill you..."

"Your biggest role is to divert their attention. Now that this matter has been completed, you can go back and rest."

Fu Qingzhou laughed dryly, which felt unreal.

But think about it, after all, I am just an outsider, let alone the real secret envoy of Mingjiang Pavilion. If there is a real fight in Wandu Mountain, what will happen to me?

"What if you lose?" he asked.

Kuaye smiled and said: "Then you can ask for happiness, or you can run away now."

"Escape..."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head: "I came here and risked my life to act in a big show with you. Now the clues to solve the curse are still floating in the sky, how can I escape?"< br>
"Then you take a gamble, I believe we can win."

Quaye patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going."

The wounds on his body were still there He was bleeding, but he simply sprinkled some medicinal powder to remove some of the poison given to him by his classmates. He was still very weak, but he still waved his hands and turned around to leave.

Fu Qingzhou did not follow, and the subsequent battle at Wandu Mountain was none of his business.

He shook his head and turned towards his residence.

In the small stilted building, Tang Jiao was sitting uneasily at the table, holding the corners of her skirt tightly with both hands.

Suddenly the door of the house opened with a creak, and Fu Qingzhou, covered in blood, stumbled in. He had no clothes on, and the bone was clearly visible from the knife edge Meng Zhu had just cut on his shoulder, and there were still It was covered with poisonous snake fang marks and many other deep and shallow knife marks.

“Brother!”

Tang Jiao's pupils shrank and she stood up suddenly.

Fu Qingzhou waved his hand to indicate that he had nothing to do, and sat down at the table: "Have you finished what I asked you to do?"

"Yes!" Tang Jiao nodded vigorously.

Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Very good...by the way, can you sew the wound?"

"Sew the wound?" Tang Jiao opened her mouth wide.

Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Well, you can always sew clothes, right?"

Tang Jiao nodded stiffly: "Yes, yes..."

"That's OK." Fu Qingzhou raised his chin : "Go and get the needle and thread, and I'll teach you." Tang Jiao quickly got the needle and thread. Under his guidance, she burned the needle with a candle flame and sterilized it, then penetrated the flesh on both sides of the wound.

Her hands were shaking very badly at first, but when she saw that her stabbing could not be accurate and unstable, which would cause Fu Qingzhou even more pain, she bit her lips and forced herself to insert the needle. The clothes are accurate and stable...of course, but the speed will be slower.

"Tang Jiao."

Fu Qingzhou looked at Tang Jiao who was lying on his shoulder and was sewing the knife wound carefully, and said: "Help me finish sewing the wound, you'd better leave Ten Thousand Poison Mountain."

Tang Jiao's hand trembled slightly: "Brother, I won't leave."

"That's not the case." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "We have only known each other for two days, but if you say it, you are completely devoted to me, I can't I don’t believe it.”

“…Tell me first, why do you want to drive me away?” Tang Jiao had tears in her eyes, but her expression was very stubborn, and she still did not stop sewing in her hands.

Fu Qingzhou was startled, then smiled helplessly: "There may be changes next. If we are unlucky, a group of people will come to kill me in a few hours. If you stay with me by then, you will also die."

Tang Jiao asked again: "Then why doesn't eldest brother leave?"

Fu Qingzhou lowered his head and glanced at the curse mark on his palm.

“I want to take a gamble.”

He said lightly: “And I won’t sit still and wait for death. Even if they really lose, I will find a way to survive.”


Tang Jiao bit her lip and said, "Then I won't leave."

Fu Qingzhou looked at her curiously: "Why?"

"I have nowhere to go." Tang Jiao lowered her head The head said: "And...the other men in the village just want to take off my clothes, but you let me put my clothes on, brother."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head helplessly: "I'm not the only one in this world. A good person? You might die if you stay here. If something happens, I can't say I can save you."

"It's okay."

Tang Jiao smiled sadly. She was obviously a teenage girl, but there seemed to be a sense of vicissitudes in her smile: "It's God's blessing that I can live until now. It would be a blessing if I could die cleanly... But I can't go back to Beijing." ”

Fu Qingzhou was silent.

The sewing needle passed through the flesh of his wound, and there was a slight sting from time to time. However, Tang Jiao was very careful and blew the wound gently from time to time, so the whole process was actually not very painful.

"Okay."

Finally, he said slowly: "Then you stay."

Tang Jiao's face lit up, and before she could say anything, Fu Qingzhou said solemnly: "But you can't have any desire to die. Living is more important than anything else... If something happens, you will do whatever I ask you to do. What!”

“Yeah!”

Tang Jiao nodded heavily, her eyes full of joy.

Soon, all the incisions on Fu Qingzhou's body were sutured, and Tang Jiao fetched another basin of hot water and carefully wiped away the blood on the edges of his wounds.

"If you continue like this, I will really be corrupted into a dandy young master." Fu Qingzhou said with a bitter smile.

Tang Jiao smiled sweetly and blushed a little: "The eldest brother is much prettier than the young master in Beijing. He should have been the young master."

Under the candlelight, the two of them talked and the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

But at this moment, Fu Qingzhou's face suddenly tightened.

He took the clothes handed over by Tang Jiao and put them on, made a "shush" gesture, cautiously approached the door, and pulled out the short knife from his waist.

But before he could react, the door was knocked open with a bang!

Fu Qingzhou subconsciously wanted to strike first with his sword, but in the next moment, he saw clearly who was coming - was it Hua Xiaolan?

With a snap, Hua Xiaolan grabbed his wrist and said urgently: "Quick! Follow me!"

There was residual blood on her face, her expression was very nervous, and her body There was a strange smell, and a pair of bare feet were covered with scratches from stones, as if they had just experienced something and were running all the way.

(End of this chapter)

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