Chapter 134 Opponent
The sun is setting in the west, and the night is getting darker.
Yue Heng slowly ate the pheasant caught and roasted by Fu Qingzhou in the ruined temple, while Fu Qingzhou himself continued to set traps outside the temple.
Fifteen Xiaoyu Pavilion killers came last night, what about tonight?
Fu Qingzhou believes that the difficulty will definitely become more and more difficult.
This thing is just like playing tower defense. The first wave, the second wave, the third wave... the enemies must be getting stronger and stronger. If the first wave can't kill you, the people coming in the second wave will definitely be stronger. ah.
So tonight, he improved the trap a bit.
All the sharpened wooden stakes were coated with poisonous juice squeezed from mountain herbs, the nets of the hunting traps were rewoven with thorns, and more concealment was made in some places.
There was limited time last night, but there was a lot of time today, so he could naturally make more preparations.
But as he was doing it, he realized something was wrong.
When he returned to check a pit trap, he found that the fallen leaves covering the ground were in the wrong state, and there were strange scratch marks on the trees nearby - something he was sure he didn't have when he came here before.
"Old guy."
Fu Qingzhou called in his mind: "Can you feel that there are people around you?"
"Yes." Smoker said matter-of-factly: " There is a guy who has been quietly hiding around, busy destroying the traps you left. As for the person who is not easy to destroy, he also left a mark and marked all the locations of your traps."
Fu Qingzhou: " ...Then why didn’t you say it?”
"You didn't ask." The smoker was very innocent.
Fu Qingzhou had the urge to smash the jade pendant to the ground again, but now was obviously not the time to fight with the smoker.
"Where is that person?" he asked with a frown.
The smoker smiled and said: "That kid has been hiding within a hundred steps of you. His concealment skills are very good. Although he is also in the fifth realm, his ability is much better than yours."
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.
Is there only one person...and this person is obviously much smarter than last night's killer.
Of course the killer can't attack Yue Heng before midnight, but he can lay a trap, and of course the other party can arrive in advance to destroy the trap and familiarize himself with the environment.
"Which brother is hiding nearby?"
He asked tentatively: "Why don't you come out and see me?"
The shouts echoed in the forest, But there was no movement at all.
"Are you stupid?" Smoker sneered: "I am a killer, how could I come out to meet you?"
Of course Fu Qingzhou is not stupid.
While speaking out, he also used his ears to listen carefully - when a person who carefully hides himself is called Po Xingzang, it is inevitable that he will have shortness of breath, accelerated heartbeat and other reactions. He hopes to be able to Determine the enemy's location by capturing these movements.
However, this plan failed.
Except for some birds in the forest that were startled by his shout and flew up, there was still no movement at all.
This is going to be a bit troublesome... This is a killer with a very strong character and extremely high kung fu. As Yan Gui said, his cultivation skills are still better than his own. I'm afraid tonight will be difficult.
Fu Qingzhou came to the spot where the man left a mark on the tree trunk, squatted down and took a closer look.
It was a very simple and small mark. It looked like the mark left by the claws of a passing beast. It was almost unnoticeable in the forest at night. Only by careful observation could you spot it.
He hummed softly, pulled out the short knife from his waist, and scratched the mark into pieces.
Then he went to the places where he had laid traps before and found that they all had the same marks, so he scraped and polished them all.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
The smoker started again: "Your behavior is meaningless. Everyone knows where your trap is. What's the use of removing the mark? It's better to go back to the temple early. Rest."
"You know shit," Fu Qingzhou retorted, too lazy to pay attention to it.
After finishing the work at hand, he did not continue to set traps.
People are following you and watching. The trap has completely lost its effect. It is really better to go back to the temple to recharge your batteries.
Returning to the temple, Fu Qingzhou immediately met Yue Heng's nervous eyes.
"Brother Fu, I heard you shouting outside." He asked in a low voice: "The killer is already here?"
"Yes, he is here. Fu Qingzhou nodded: "You don't have to be afraid. I will rest here for a while and go out to meet the enemy at midnight. Just stay well."
Yue Heng nodded lightly, hesitated for a moment, took out the wine and started. Get yourself drunk.
Fu Qingzhou couldn't laugh or cry: "Brother Yue, how much wine have you prepared?"
"No more, no more, just a few pots." Yue Heng smiled sheepishly: "I'm not a drinker on weekdays. It’s just a life-and-death situation for the first time, so I’d like to prepare some strong alcohol for peace of mind.”
You can still drink so much every day when surrounded by killers. I think you have a very generous heart... …
Fu Qingzhou complained in his heart, but just smiled and said nothing more.
He sat down cross-legged on the spot and quietly performed the Yi Ran Jue.
After the first two times of Xingxia, I felt very relaxed and happy. Yiranjue also grew a lot during these days, gradually filling up my huge and dry meridians.
Nowadays, every time I practice Qigong, the efficiency of spiritual deficiency in transforming inner breath is much stronger than before. However, the spiritual deficiency at the foot of the mountain is not as full as that on Langhuan Mountain, and the speed of practice is still as slow as a turtle crawling.
But Fu Qingzhou is not in a hurry.
Cultivation is a matter of accumulation and cannot be rushed.
Meditating one night is progress in one night, there is no need to force it.
Gradually, his mind became concentrated, forgetting both things and myself, and fell into a state of meditative exercise.
The powerful inner breath flowing freely also raised his senses to a state that he could never reach in ordinary times. The sound of wind whistling outside the temple and the light treading of animals could all be heard in his ears.
“I found him.”
The tips of Fu Qingzhou’s ears moved slightly.
He sensed the killer.
There was an extremely vague figure in the faint spiritual void.
This man was very, very close to the ruined temple, not even twenty steps away. He was hiding under the fallen leaves, creeping closer to the ruined temple little by little.
This man's hands and feet are like slow motion in a movie. Every time he lifts and lowers them, they are extremely gentle. He is really like a turtle and a snail. But at the same time, his breathing, heartbeat, and movements are also like a turtle and a snail. Quiet.
The moon is high in the sky and it is nearly midnight.
After returning to the ruined temple, Fu Qingzhou meditated for more than an hour. This man probably crawled slowly and slowly for more than an hour, until he got close to the ruined temple!
"What a patient and powerful killer..."
Fu Qingzhou secretly judged in his heart: "This person is far better than the fifteen killers last night!"
He opened his eyes. At the same time, Yue Heng was already drunk like last night, lying under the statue behind him, sleeping soundly.
Moonlight spilled into the ruined temple through the window, illuminating the large bow placed on Fu Qingzhou's lap.
At the same time, a cold light hidden in the moonlight broke through the window and pointed directly at Fu Qingzhou's eyebrows!
The cold light was sharp and gentle, without any sound of breaking through the sky.
Fu Qingzhou's pupils tightened, and at this moment, he saw clearly the weapon handed to him.
It was an extremely thin sword, exactly the same as the thin sword used by the killers of Xiaoyu Pavilion last night.
He also saw clearly the man coming with a sword.
That is a very ordinary, very common public face. If you throw it into the crowd, you may disappear in the blink of an eye.
There was no murderous intent or ferocity on this face, but he was very serious and calm, as if what he was doing was not killing people, but cooking a pot of food.
Fu Qingzhou recognized this face.
More than two years ago, on Wandu Mountain, this person helped him and Kuaye repel the Miao killers sent by the elders.
At that time he reported his name...
Wu Yan.
(End of this chapter)