Chapter 744 Sleep


Chapter 744 Sleep

Fu Qingzhou was slightly stunned by Master Jingming’s words.

But soon, he realized something, his eyes flashed, and he said helplessly: "Uncle Master said that he can't tell me until I reach the Cave Heaven Realm."

Of course he can tell me It's a lie, based on Master Jingming's words, but... after all, he is his uncle, and he is so kind to him.

It is too unreasonable to try to trick her.

Hearing this, Master Jingming's expression changed: "Dongtian Realm? So this is it..."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and looked at Master Baihe who was meditating with his eyes closed not far away: "Actually, Senior Baihe should also know something. After all, she was also running down Langhuan Mountain to rob people."

Master Jingming showed a look of relief: "Then, Pindao understands."

"Uncle Master. "What do you understand?" Fu Qingzhou blinked: "Can..."

"No"

Master Jingming smiled at him: "When you get to the Cave Heaven Realm, you can go to Qingsongzi yourself and ask for clarification."

Fu Qingzhou curled his lips helplessly.

"That's right."

Master Jingming looked at Qiu Chan who was leaning on his arms, and said softly: "Everyone in the world has his own preferences, and I won't say anything, but Don’t forget, after all, you are not a member of the Purple Qi Immortal Wind View.”

Fu Qingzhou laughed: “Don’t worry, I understand, uncle.”

"That's good."

Master Jingming gave him a slight nod: "Come back to me if you have anything to do next."

What followed was a long wait and rest.

There is no village in front of it or any shop in the back. Those Mingjiange secret envoys were also injured a lot. There are very few people who can do things. The few remaining emissaries are so busy that they have no choice but to go. A temporary team of carriages was gathered from a nearby town... Their original horses were all dead, and they could only run on two legs.

But they were lucky. At dusk, a small caravan passing by in the cold wind, Fu Qingzhou took the initiative, gave them a large sum of money, and bought all their carriages.

That money alone is enough to pay for all the goods of these merchants.

Although there are not many of these carriages, if you squeeze them together, it is enough.

In this way, they finally got back on the road before nightfall. Listening to the grateful shouts of thanks from the businessmen behind them, Fu Qingzhou was relieved and fell asleep.

This night, he slept very, very well.

While sleeping, he fell into a trance and found himself in a deep, dark underground cave.

"I'm right, I must be right, just a little bit more, a little bit more, and I will succeed...I will definitely succeed..."

A woman's voice came to my ears.

Fu Qingzhou was slightly surprised. This voice sounded familiar to him...

Then, he looked around in confusion.

This is a cave with endless sounds of clanging and clanging, and the walls of the cave are engraved with various deep and shallow characters.

Not far away, the flames of several oil lamps crackled, and a figure turned his back to him, waving a sledgehammer in his hand and hitting something.

This place... Fu Qingzhou remembers it.

He once strayed into a strange treasure hiding place in his dream, and this is the place...

Yes, it was not just that time, Hoyaer tried to "awaken" During my own time, I also saw this scene in the process of "tracing the source"!

Fu Qingzhou's thinking became slightly clearer.

But as soon as he woke up, he immediately realized that he was in a dream and was almost out of the dream. He was so frightened that he quickly took the initiative to empty his mind and let the dream drag him, sinking little by little.

"I'm right, I must be right. Just a little more, a little more, and I will succeed...I will definitely succeed..."

The woman is still there murmured.

Fu Qingzhou's thinking was hazy, barely maintaining the most basic self-awareness, feeling himself approaching the woman in the dream.

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 little 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 did not seem to change at all as she hammered it repeatedly, and she was tireless. , I don’t know how to be agitated, and continue hammering.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense someone approaching from behind and turned her head sharply.

“Who are you!”

Her eyes were full of stern light, she glared at Fu Qingzhou, and shouted angrily: "You want to steal my sword!"

Then, Fu Qingzhou heard herself say: "No, I'm here to help you. "

"Help me?"

No one in the world believes me! You are lying to me!" "No, I believe you." Fu Qingzhou spoke again, his voice was clear and clear as that of a young man: "I have heard your story, and I think you are right."

"Oh?"

The woman's spirit was obviously not normal. Just when she was told this, her eyes immediately brightened: "Then how can you help me?"

"Didn't you notice? "Fu Qingzhou's body smiled and said: "Your sword has lost some vitality."

"Vital?"

The woman was confused, but soon her eyes lit up: "Yes, yes! No vitality! Those things are all dead, all dead! No matter how good they are, they are still dead!"

"So I've been hammering for so long, but it's useless!"

She threw away the sledgehammer in her hand, took a big step forward, and held Fu Qingzhou's hand hard: "Then what should I do!?"

"Use me to refine your sword."

Fu Qingzhou heard himself smiling: "My flesh and blood soul can help you merge with the avenue."

"Your flesh and blood soul? "The woman asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

"I..."

In the dream, the boy in Fu Qingzhou's consciousness opened his mouth, but the words he spoke could no longer be heard clearly. Instead, they turned into a huge and dull buzzing sound, which shocked the audience. The eardrums hurt, and the scene in the dream quickly became blurry and confusing.

The next moment, Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes suddenly and woke up, his forehead covered with sweat.

"Sir Envoy, you are awake!"

In the darkness, the voice of a secret envoy of Mingjiang Pavilion came.

Fu Qingzhou shook his head and felt extremely dizzy.

His eyes were covered with mist for some reason, and his vision was slightly blurry. After rubbing it for a long time, he vaguely saw the emissary lighting the candles in the room.

Wait, inside?

Didn’t you fall asleep on the carriage?

"How long have I been asleep?" Fu Qingzhou opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse that he was startled.

"My lord, you slept for three full days and two nights."

The candle light was lit, illuminating the tired face of the emissary.

He smiled helplessly and said: "No one can wake you up. Master Baihe said that you are mentally exhausted and you just need to sleep well for a while..."

"Three days Two nights?"

Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "I slept for so long!"

In his impression, only a short period of time passed in the dream...

"Yes." The emissary said softly: "We have been traveling day and night, and we have arrived at Luoyi before nightfall today - Mr. Fu, here, It’s the main forum of Xuanmeng”

(End of this chapter)

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