Chapter 78 As expected
When they left the Changqing Escort Bureau, Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao had an extra fifteen taels of silver in their hands.
"Brother, are you telling the truth?"
Tang Jiao asked curiously: "Is it true that the more enemies there are, the fewer enemies there are?"
Fu Qingzhou He chuckled and said: "Let's analyze the specific situation in detail. I only came up with this idea after being recognized by Panshan Long and the escort in the past few days."
"You think, although Long Dabei killed many people that day, many people must have survived; in addition, there will be some relatives and friends of the dead and injured who want revenge... Even if we can't meet them in Langhuan Mountain, Sooner or later, we will be found. This trouble will never stop.”
“Mr. Xiong can still listen to a few words from us today. If we meet someone who is unreasonable, that’s it. It’s really troublesome.”
“So the best way is to get them together first... As for whether to mislead them in the end, we’ll have to explain it once and for all.”
Tang. Jiao nodded in understanding.
Soon, the two of them took back their horses, their baggage and weapons, and walked back to the crowded night market streets of Yunan City.
With the money "borrowed" from the Evergreen Escort Agency, the two of them no longer had to worry about anything today. They had a good meal and asked for two good rooms in the inn. Fu Qingzhou finally got what he wanted and bought one. Brand new longbow.
After walking around Yunan City for a short time, he confirmed his idea.
I’m afraid there are many Jianghu people going to Langhuan Mountain.
Although there were not as many as when chasing Long Dabei, it was by no means a small number.
Just in this Yunan city, he saw many faces of people in the world who seemed familiar but not familiar. Some were injured and bandaged, and some had sullen faces and a group of brothers... …
Like Xiong Shao, they did not know that Long Dabei was dead. They only knew that the man named Long was going to Langhuan Mountain.
Although many, many people died on official roads that day, but... for some Jianghu people, this is not a bad thing.
At least there are fewer competitors.
Soon after returning to the inn, the crowds on the street gradually thinned out.
It was late at night, and most of the nightlife of ancient people was not very rich. In addition, there was also a curfew in the city. Soon, the original lively noise outside the inn window disappeared into the night, leaving only the flower boats on the Hongjiang River. There was a faint sound of laughter.
Fu Qingzhou sat cross-legged on the bed, breathing rhythmically.
It’s just that his brows were frowning deeply and tightly.
"It's strange."
The smoker's voice sounded leisurely: "You still don't feel anything?"
Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes and shook his head: "No .”
"This is so strange." Yan Gui murmured: "When you killed people in the village, the power clearly came from your meridians, how could it disappear again?"
From Back He has been meditating since he arrived at the inn.
The reason for meditating... is to explore the power of Qi Ran Jue.
This is what Smoker suggested. He is likely to face a big battle next. Since he has this power, he naturally has to explore it.
Previously in the mountain stronghold, once Qi Ranjue broke out, he easily killed the Panshan Dragon in the fifth realm with the power of the fourth realm, and even shot and killed a group of bandits without any effort!
Although he is still worried about the fact that he possesses this magic skill, if he has this magical skill in his body now, he must study it anyway.
What if? What if I research something and be able to use this power without being affected by him?
But even with the assistance of Smoker, Fu Qingzhou could not research anything.
This Qi Ran Jue is very good at hide and seek...
When Fu Qingzhou was meditating, he could sense the inner breath in the meridians all over his body. The inner breath was like a trickle, flowing through his limbs. It flowed slowly in the body, moving to different locations in his body as his thoughts flowed.
But this is not the power of Qi Ranjue.
In other words, he had no way to actively use the power of Qi Ran Jue.
"Is it a technique that relies entirely on emotions..."
Yang Gui pondered: "It's not that I haven't heard of it at all. I do know a Nuhai Dafa, which means that practitioners don't stop Anger can trigger..."
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "Then do they have something in common?" "It's possible."
Yan Gui thought about it and said: "But Qi Ranjue may be more complicated. When you broke out that day, I used my soul to simulate the changes in that force in your meridians and found..."
Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up: "What did you find?"
"Huh, I found that Long Dabei was right."
Smoking Ghost said bitterly: "I can't practice this thing, it's It involves the essence of the soul.”
Fu Qingzhou sighed.
Having a skill that may change your personality and thoughts is depressing enough.
What’s even more tragic is that although this technique is powerful, I can’t use it casually!
“Forget it.”
He shook his head: “Anyway, we will arrive at Langhuan Mountain soon. I guess Qingsongzi knows something about it.”
...
The next morning, Fu Qingzhou woke up Tang Jiao very early. The two led the horse on the road, ate a warm meal of soy milk and meat buns on the street, and soon took out the city.
It’s about seventy or eighty miles to Langhuan. If nothing happens along the way, you can arrive after lunch.
After getting on the official road, there were still many Jianghu people on the road, but not many paid attention to Fu Qingzhou and the others.
Now that he has completely recovered his appearance as a fifteen or sixteen year old boy, and with the little girl Tang Jiao around him, it is difficult to connect with the twenty-year-old escort again.
As the sun rises, a towering peak gradually rises on the horizon on one side of the official road - from passers-by, I learned that it is Langhuan Mountain.
“A very dangerous peak.”
Fu Qingzhou shaded the sun with his hands and looked away: “It should be called Langhuan Peak, not Langhuan Mountain.”
There are countless tall mountains around it, and Langhuan is not a single branch, but a strange peak arching high in a continuous mountain range.
It should be a thousand feet high. The mountain wall is as sharp as a chip, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, like a huge nail falling from the sky. It is still late autumn at this time, but there is a snow line at the top of Langhuan Mountain. Disappeared in the clouds and mist, no longer visible.
"Brother, there is a small village over there."
Tang Jiao's call brought Fu Qingzhou back from his thoughts: "Let's go ask for some water?"
Fu Qingzhou looked in the direction of her finger. When I went there, I saw a rice field not far from the official road. Many farmhouses were located in it. It was indeed a small village.
"Okay."
He said softly: "I just want to ask about the True Immortal Palace on the mountain."
They were not the only ones who had this idea. When they entered the village from the official road, they could see many people from the world on the field paths, some of whom they had met in Yunan City last night.
Needless to say, they must all be here to inquire about news.
"Brother, there are so many people here."
Seeing this situation, Tang Jiao was a little scared again: "How about we leave? Don't enter the village."
"It doesn't matter, it's my purpose for them to come here." Fu Qingzhou winked at her.
This small village is called Zhuangyuan Village. It is said that a scholar was born a hundred years ago. This village is close to the official road and has people who have been officials in its ancestors. It is naturally much richer and has the same spirit as the villagers of Sanshui Village. They are different.
Probably because there were so many people from Jianghu in the past two days, the villagers set up a tea stall directly at the entrance of the village. The price was also cheap, one penny for a bowl of tea and five penny for a bowl of wine.
When Fu Qingzhou and the others arrived at the entrance of the village, there were a few Jianghu people scattered in the tea stall. Interestingly, they were all surrounding a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was thin, with a long beard hanging down his chest. Although he was dressed as a farmer, he looked a bit like a scholar. At this time, he was raising his brows and said with a smile: "You want to ask Long Dabei? That’s very familiar to me—he was my master in the True Immortal Palace before he became a demon!”
(End of Chapter)