Chapter 313 Tracing the Source
"Junior Brother! Junior Brother! What are you doing? Stealing wine to drink?"
In a hazy trance, Fu Qingzhou heard the call of a young and unrestrained young man.
He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't control his body and didn't know where he was.
Then, another young man's voice sounded, but this voice was much lower and calmer: "Brother, go on your own, I want to understand what is in this book."
The picture gradually became clearer, and Fu Qingzhou saw everything "in front of him" clearly.
He does not seem to be a person, but some kind of object, lying quietly on the table.
This is a small house, with candles burning on the table, and outside the window is the night with heavy snowflakes.
Sitting in front of the table was a teenage Taoist priest with a stern face, holding a tattered book, and a very serious expression.
The appearance of this young Taoist...
Fu Qingzhou felt that he looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
Until another young Taoist also strode to the table, sat down on the table, reached out and grabbed the book, and said with a smile: "What the hell, even my dad can't handle this thing. Understand, you are a little brat who hasn’t even been to the Fourth Realm, and you still want to understand?”
This young man... looks so ugly.
With his unkempt hair, messy yellow teeth, and his big and small triangular eyes, Fu Qingzhou recognized him immediately.
Green pine nuts?
The other person is...
"Xiaolong, stop looking, what can be better than drinking?"
The young man Qing Songzi faced the frowning and dissatisfied young man at the table. The Taoist smiled and said: "You don't know, there are people in the court today. They want to ask my father to be a swordsman. They have been begging him for a long time and sent many gifts, including a lot of good wine!" < br>
“Listen to my dad, that’s the wine the emperor drinks! Don’t you want to try it?”
Fu Qingzhou was slightly stunned.
He "looked" at the young Taoist - Long Dabei, and wanted to say something, but at this time he couldn't even figure out what he was. He seemed to have no body and could not speak, just like a person in a dream. ghost.
“The emperor’s wine?”
Long Dabei shook his head: “How much rare materials and how much gold and silver does it take to brew such wine? They all come from the common people. It is squeezed out of blood and tears. If I were to deal with it, I would rather exchange it for money and pay it back to the people."
Qing Songzi immediately curled his lips and said: "You are not an official! , What does it matter?”
“You and I are also common people”
Long Dabei was still very dissatisfied, and he was obviously quarrelsome. He frowned and said: "It's just that we have better luck. We have become disciples of the True Immortal Palace and have lived a life without worries about food and clothing. But we have not left this world, so why can't we care about the world? ?”
Qing Songzi was obviously bored when he heard this, and threw the book he had just snatched back on the table: “Then you can practice cultivation. You will become a powerful person and you can move mountains and fill seas with just a single move. Go help others."
"Yes." Long Dabei said seriously: "I am about to practice, so please don't disturb me anymore."
As he said that, he picked it up again. I picked up the book and read it carefully.
Qing Songzi was fuming with anger and said angrily: "It's boring! You are so boring! I'll ask my junior sister to accompany me!"
After that, he jumped off the table and walked away angrily, with a moderate movement of his sleeves that knocked the bun on Long Dabei's head crookedly.
Long Dabei helplessly straightened his bun and focused on the book again.
The book had no words on the cover, and Fu Qingzhou didn’t know what the book was. He just looked at the young Long Dabei.
At this time, the future common enemy of the world was still very young, no more than twelve or thirteen years old. According to Qingsongzi, he was still a "little kid who had not yet reached the fourth realm."
But even so, in the eyes of young Long Dabei, there was clearly a hint of compassion that he would see in the future.
His slightly frowned brows and calm eyes seemed like he would never be happy and would always have endless worries.
"This is Long Dabei who has not yet practiced Qi Ran Jue."
Fu Qingzhou was shocked in his heart: "He turned out to be like this when he was a boy..." After a while, Long Dabei seemed a little tired from reading. After rubbing his eyebrows, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked at "Fu Qingzhou".
Then he stretched out his hand.
Fu Qingzhou: "?"
"So...what am I now?"
He still vaguely remembered that he was dragged into this scene after being forced to perform some kind of weird witchcraft Dreamland.
But at this time, this "consciousness" is receding little by little. He really wants to stay here, take a look at the past, and see what "self" is?
But when the young man Long Dabei caught it, the picture blurred again, and the dream, or memory, began to shake, distort, and change.
When Fu Qingzhou came back to his senses, everything around him had changed.
......
He was in a cave, with the sound of clanging and clanging, and the walls of the cave were engraved with various deep and shallow characters.
At this time, he was still sitting quietly in the corner. Several oil lamps in the cave were crackling with flames. A figure turned his back to him, waving a sledgehammer in his hand and hitting something.
This place... Fu Qingzhou remembers it.
He had mistakenly entered a strange treasure hiding place in his dream, and this was that place...
Not long after, when the figure turned slightly sideways, Fu Qingzhou finally saw her appearance clearly.
Yes...it's a woman.
She was dressed simply, with no gorgeous silks or complicated embroidery, only rough linen clothes. Her face was covered with gray marks, and it looked like she had not washed herself for a long, long time.
Her eyes were a bit weird, revealing some indescribable obsession and madness.
A piece of pitch-black iron was held in her hand. There was no anvil or fire. She just moved the power, and the iron piece was heated until it turned red in her hand. Then she placed the iron piece on the ground and waved it again. Sledgehammer, hit hard.
Time passed little by little, and the woman kept repeating this action, and the shape of the iron block seemed to have not changed at all as she hammered it repeatedly. She continued tirelessly and uneasily. Hammered.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman seemed to remember something.
She finally put down the iron block and sledgehammer, turned around and walked towards "Fu Qingzhou".
The woman's eyes flashed with excitement and obsession, she stretched out her hand to him and murmured: "I am right, I must be right, just a little more, a little more, and I can Success...I will definitely succeed..."
The next moment, the scene changed again.
……
This is a long, long river.
The river was swift, and Fu Qingzhou was in it, drifting with the current.
But this time...he is no longer a tool.
He felt like he was a fish, but he couldn't control his body. The river was too fast and fierce, and he had no ability to struggle. He could only barely move his fins in the water and avoid the rocks that suddenly appeared.
Suddenly, a big hand reached into the river and fished him out.
"Hahahaha!"
He heard a rough voice laughing: "After waiting for so many years, I finally waited! It's..."
What is it?
have no idea.
Because just when the second half of the sentence was about to be uttered, a huge black fist suddenly fell from the sky and smashed all the pictures!
The sky and the earth were twisted, and the rushing river burst into pieces. A soldier's head with billowing black smoke poked out from the sky and roared anxiously and violently like a smoker: "Boy Fu! That's not You! Don’t listen!”
Fu Qingzhou was shocked. Before he could react, the nigger’s fist started to dance like a windmill, smashing all the surrounding pictures and scenes!
A strong sense of dizziness came over me, and these memory images were like muddy water, spreading out countless ripples, and everything was broken and dissipated in these ripples.
(End of this chapter)