Chapter 129 Scholar and murderous intention


Chapter 129 The Scholar and the Intent to Kill

“Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow~”

Fu Qingzhou sat on the horse with a gloomy face, the smoker echoing in his mind An extremely hoarse and unpleasant singing voice.

On his waist, a fine jade pendant swayed gently, like a man shaking his head.

“Stop singing, it’s so annoying!”

He scolded in his mind: "If you sing again, I'll put you in the horse's ass!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'll sing, I'll sing!" The smoker was so proud that he sang even louder.

Fu Qingzhou was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he looked down at the innocent eyes of the horse and gave up after thinking about it.

Practice what you say. Although the smoker was not responsible for saving Ding Shuanghe's youngest son in the end, it was indeed the plan he gave, but he gave up in the end.

So, he still followed his promise and found a gem enough for the smoker to live in.

Fifty miles is not a long journey. It can be reached in half a day by riding a horse.

"Barren mountains, ruined temples, scholars...how come it smells a bit like A Chinese Ghost Story." Fu Qingzhou laughed dryly and said: "Then I am Yan Chixia?"

He naturally agreed to Zuo Lamei's offer. Require.

Of course, this cannot be free - in exchange, Fu Qingzhou told her everything about Fanyin Temple.

Judging from the incident with Ding Shuanghe, although Zuo Lamei has a weird temper, she is also a well-intentioned old man and may be able to help him.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Zuo Lamei's expression became extremely solemn, and asked Fu Qingzhou to do what he should do first, and she would do something as well.

Even Zuo Lamei said that guarding the scholar for three days would be of great benefit to the future exposure of Fanyin Temple.

Coupled with the upcoming Wulin League, Meifengcheng and his party have gained a lot, and Fu Qingzhou is very satisfied.

More importantly, as Ding Shuanghe finished his work, the Yiran Jue in his body quietly increased. He is now much stronger than when he first came down the mountain.

After a while, the smoker probably got tired of singing and finally stopped singing. However, he actually "sleeped" and started snoring in Fu Qingzhou's mind!

Fu Qingzhou was so annoyed by him that he collapsed, but fortunately Bai Foshan finally arrived at this time, and he was finally able to divert some attention.

It was almost dusk at this time, the sky was dark, and there were no people in the surrounding villages. Only a few fires could be seen faintly in the mountains and forests, which was probably the ruined temple that Zuo Lamei said.

Zuo Lamei did not tell him who the scholar was, nor what happened to him, nor even why he wanted to protect him.

But Fu Qingzhou didn’t ask either.

He simply felt that this vague and promising atmosphere was very chivalrous. If he wanted to ask, it would be interesting to ask after meeting the scholar.

Baifo Mountain is not a very high and dangerous mountain, but a low and vast mountain forest covered by dense forests.

The ruined temple is deep in the mountain. Walking in the direction of the fire, you will soon see the ruined temple.

This temple... is really broken.

The afterglow of the sunset gradually faded in the horizon, and darkness began to fall quietly. The outline of the ruined temple was looming in the weak afterglow, and the mottled and broken walls seemed to be more prominent.

The temple door is half open and half closed, revealing a faint light. On the dilapidated eaves, a few remaining tiles are swaying in the wind, making a slight sound.

Pushing the door open, an oil lamp swayed gently in the wind. Under the oil lamp, a scholar with patched clothes was lying on a worn-out straw mat, with his back to the temple door, sleeping soundly.

Fu Qingzhou did not rush to wake him up, but looked around.

The temple was in a mess, the broken altar table was covered with thick dust, and the dilapidated statues were beyond recognition, and their former appearance could not be recognized. Some mottled murals are vaguely visible on the surrounding walls, with the colors faded and the lines blurred.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and a whimpering sound came from the ruined temple, like a ghostly whisper, which was creepy. In the distant mountains and forests, the roars of wild beasts and the chirping of birds can be heard from time to time, adding a bit of desolation and weirdness.

“Ha, it’s a bit like A Chinese Ghost Story.”

He laughed dryly and said: "It's a pity that there are no female ghosts here, only an old ghost."

Smoking Ghost: "..."

Fu Qingzhou squatted behind the scholar and patted his shoulder gently. : "Brother, wake up." "Huh...?"

The scholar mumbled twice like he was dreaming, turned around, opened his hazy eyes, and took a look.

When he saw a person squatting behind him, he was immediately shocked!

“You, you, you, you!”

The scholar was shocked and angry, and retreated backwards, half rolling and half crawling: “You don’t follow the rules! It’s not midnight yet, you You can't kill me!"

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Uh...brother, calm down, I'm not here to kill you."

The scholar stared straight at him. he.

This scholar looked to be in his twenties, with a delicate appearance, a pale face and a thin face, and his body was covered with dust.

Fu Qingzhou laughed and tried to make his eyes look soft and friendly: "I didn't lie to you, I wanted to kill you. I just did it while you were sleeping. I came to protect you."

"Protect, protect me?"

The scholar quickly calmed down, and then looked happy: "Someone really came to protect me!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Yes Can't you tell me what's going on? Understand the situation so that I can know who the enemy I will face next and how to protect you."

"It's easy to talk about."

The scholar quickly got up from the ground and went to close the doors and windows nervously.

It was then that Fu Qingzhou noticed that he was walking with a limp and his right foot was half dragged on the ground. He must have suffered a serious injury.

"Is your foot okay?"

He asked with concern: "If you hurt a bone, you need to take good care of it."

"It's okay."

The scholar waved his hand nonchalantly: "The young man has taken the medicine and will be able to recover in a few days. But now he can't go anywhere else and can only stay in this ruined temple."

He enthusiastically pulled out a box and cage from behind the statue, and then took out a new straw mat from the box, and spread them out together on the ground: "Come, brother, please sit down."

Looking at it like this, it looks like you are entertaining guests at home.

Fu Qingzhou found it very interesting and sat cross-legged on the straw mat.

The scholar didn't stop, and took out a small pot of wine and two small wine glasses from the box, and smiled: "Come on, come on, drink some wine."

Fu Qingzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out his hand to stop: "We are facing a formidable enemy, why don't we stop drinking?"

"Oh, that's right, the young man drinks it himself."

The scholar felt a little regretful, so he had to pour himself a glass and drink it all in one gulp.

“By the way, Xiaosheng Yue Heng.”

He bowed his hands to Fu Qingzhou and said, "I wonder what you call me?"

"It turns out to be Brother Yue." Fu Qingzhou smiled, cupped his fists and returned the salute: "I'm Fu Qingzhou."

"Brother Fu."

Scholar Yue Heng seems to have a poor drinking tolerance. After one drink, his face started to glow red: "I will have to work hard for you in the next three days...Many people will come to kill me. If you can If you can't stop me, just leave."

Fu Qingzhou blinked: "Brother-in-law, please tell me first, what is going on?"

"Hmm...Okay."

Yue Heng nodded lightly, and while pouring himself a second glass of wine, he slowly said: "Actually, this is a very clichéd story, about a poor scholar and an official's daughter. ..."

(End of this chapter)

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