All-class Gu Immortal

Chapter 25 Climbing the Mountain, Paper Figures?
Following She Quanyi's advice, Zhou Qing bought masks and face shields, but he did not buy any antiviral medication.

Because the Qing Si Gu's ability to ward off poison surpasses that of most drugs.

Even if medicine could cure the poison that the Green Silk Gu couldn't, he couldn't afford it.

After buying masks and face shields, Zhou Qing did not go home immediately, but went to a blacksmith shop on the west side of Changle Lane.

Before even entering the shop, one could hear the clanging and banging of blacksmiths inside.

Upon entering He's Blacksmith Shop, a wave of heat hits you.

Two men, one old and one young, were shirtless, standing in front of the furnace, hammering a blank knife.

When the young man saw Zhou Qing enter, he nodded to him and continued to focus on the task at hand.

Zhou Qing wasn't in a hurry, so he just stood aside and waited.

After a while, the forging of the blade blank was finished. The young man wiped his sweaty face with a towel, took out a small cloth bag from behind the counter, and handed it to Zhou Qing.

"Aqing, this is what I made according to your requirements. After repeated testing, the effective range is about twenty paces. Please forgive me if it's not done well."

"Thank you, Brother He." Zhou Qing clasped his hands in a salute, then took out a small piece of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into the man's hand.

The man bounced slightly, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"Aqing, you can come to me for similar jobs in the future. I won't charge you if I don't do a good job."

"Definitely. Brother He, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." Zhou Qing carefully put away the cloth bag.

"Take care." The man saw Zhou Qing to the door.

When Zhou Qing returned home, he had just entered the courtyard when he heard the sound of looms coming from the main house.

It's an old woman reeling silk.

Zhou Qing opened the silkworm room and took out a cloth bag from his bosom.

Inside the cloth bag lay a copper tube about seven or eight inches long, a small piece of copper, and three iron clusters of roughly the same length, with a small notch below the arrowhead.

Zhou Qing inserted the iron cluster into the copper tube, pressed the spring inside the copper tube, and used a copper sheet to hold the notch in place.

Next, he tied the copper pipe to his left wrist, letting his arm hang down naturally, and his sleeve immediately covered the copper pipe completely.

Whoosh!
Zhou Qing suddenly stretched out his left hand, pinched the copper piece backward with his middle finger, and an iron pellet shot out.

Duh!
The iron spike struck a wooden window seven or eight meters away, with a small portion of the arrowhead embedded in the wood.

Zhou Qing stepped forward, reloaded the iron bolts, and fired several more shots.

"The speed is acceptable, and the power is average, but it's enough."

Zhou Qing nodded secretly.

This was a simple sleeve arrow that he commissioned from He's blacksmith shop for one tael of silver.

Speaking of which, Zhou Qing met that man at the martial arts school. However, after practicing for three months without breaking through the barrier, he gave up and went home to inherit the blacksmith shop.

Because Zhou Qing had a good reputation, the two had become acquainted over time, so Zhou Qing accepted Zhou Qing's commission to make this hidden arrow.

Actually, there is also a weapon shop in town that can forge all kinds of fine weapons, including these hidden arrows.

However, Zhou Qing didn't have that much money.

The hidden arrow made by He Ji Blacksmith Shop is considered to be of good quality and inexpensive.

Zhou Qing didn't need the hidden arrow to cause much damage to the enemy; just a scratch would be enough.

Unless one reaches the stage of tendon refining, a martial artist's defensive capabilities, apart from the body parts they specifically train, are not much stronger than those of an ordinary person.

Zhou Qing put away the hidden arrows, went to a corner against the wall, took out a clay pot from the bottom of a wooden cabinet, and put the three iron spikes into the poison inside the clay pot to soak.

Sprinkling lime is a low-level tactic, and its attack range is limited; unless it blinds the person, it is not very effective.

As for spreading poison powder, Zhou Qing doesn't have the resources for that.

After Zhou Qing broke through to the Skin Refining Realm, in addition to a significant increase in strength, his reaction speed also improved considerably.

Unless he is careless, he would most likely be able to react even if someone were to throw lime at close range.

He didn't think other martial artists at the Skin Refining Realm were any worse than him.

Before being poisoned, the White Cloud Palm Technique was not strong among martial arts of the same level.

Hidden blades are far more sophisticated than lime for ambushing people.

Martial artists are, after all, mortals. Not only were they poisoned, but they were also knocked down, their bodies paralyzed, and their reactions slowed down.

Of course, it's all just an extra layer of insurance.

If he could cultivate in peace, he didn't want to get into conflicts with anyone.

Time quickly passed to the evening of the second day.

Zhou Qing carried a basket to the foot of Black Wind Mountain and entered Caisang Village.

She Quanyi, carrying a longbow on his back and a cloth bag at his waist, stood at the entrance of the village waiting for Zhou Qing.

The two saw each other from afar, nodded to each other, and then went up the mountain one after the other.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, fog and bright yellow miasma gradually appeared ahead.

It was bright daylight when we arrived, but now the dense forest is getting darker, as if the sun is about to set.

After the two met at the edge of the fog, She Quanyi took out a map from his pocket, the material of which was unknown.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing consciously looked up at the scenery above the treetops.

"Ah Qing, it's okay, let's watch together. If we get lost later, you'll need to remember the way to find our way out."

She Quanyi was quite pleased with Zhou Qing's actions and brought the map closer. "Thank you," Zhou Qing said, taking a closer look.

Before me was a rather rough hand-drawn map, with seven locations circled in bright red paint.

"Here, here! And here! These are all dangerous areas. You absolutely cannot go near them. You must stay close to me from now on."

She Quanyi pointed to several locations on the map, his expression solemn.

"Understood. After we go into the mountains, I'll do whatever you say." Zhou Qing nodded.

As the Green Silk Gu continued to grow, its resistance to toxins became stronger and stronger, and after breaking through the skin barrier, it went into the mountains to test it.

Previously, he could only stay in the miasma for half an hour, but now he can stay for half an hour without experiencing any obvious discomfort.

"Let's go." She Quanyi put away the map, covered his face with a mask and a face covering, leaving only his eyes showing, and stepped into the fog.

Zhou Qing followed closely behind.

She Quanyi weaved through the low-visibility fog, and soon the fog thinned out.

What Zhou Qing saw was a mass grave, surrounded by a large grove of willow trees.

At this moment, a mountain breeze blew by, causing the grass and trees to sway and rustle like waves, making Zhou Qing feel a chill in his heart and giving him goosebumps.

"Uncle She, let's go quickly." Zhou Qing felt that there was something eerie about this place.

"Wait a minute." She Quanyi took off the cloth bag at his waist and pulled out a large stack of paper money.

"Aqing, come help me spread this out."

She Quanyi handed a stack of paper money to Zhou Qing, and then scattered the paper money onto the mass grave.

As he scattered the money, he kept muttering, "No offense intended, please don't take offense. No offense intended, please don't take offense."

After scattering the paper money, She Quanyi grabbed Zhou Qing's hand and ran towards the place where the mist was gathering again.

rustle
rustle
After the two left, the mountain wind in the mass grave grew stronger and stronger, like an invisible hand that swept up the scattered paper money.

As we passed through the fog, bright yellow miasma gradually appeared nearby.

She Quanyi circled around a few more times, and soon, a series of steps leading up the mountain appeared before the two of them.

"Found it! This should be it!"

She Quanyi breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the stone steps.

"Ah Qing, this should be the Wine Immortal Temple. Let's hurry up and try to get down the mountain as soon as possible."

With that, She Quanyi quickly walked up the steps.

Zhou Qing followed closely behind.

"Cough cough!" A few wisps of thin miasma drifted over from time to time, and She Quanyi covered his mouth and nose, coughing uncomfortably.

After climbing several hundred steps, a dilapidated temple appeared before them.

On the plaque above the gate, only the character "酒" (jiǔ, meaning wine) can be vaguely seen.

"Let's go to the temple and offer incense first." She Quanyi took out incense sticks from his cloth bag, removed the broken ones, took out three incense sticks of the same length, lit them, and handed them to Zhou Qing.

"My great-grandfather told me that when encountering talk of ghosts and spirits, one must keep a respectful distance and never offend them."

As he spoke, She Quanyi lit three more incense sticks, held them in both hands, raised them to his brow, and slowly walked into the temple.

Zhou Qing followed suit, and although he didn't believe it in his heart, his attitude was very proper.

Upon entering the Temple of the Wine Immortal, one sees that the doors and windows are already rotten, the statues are broken and covered in dust, and the bronze incense burner is already covered in rust.

"This junior, She Quanyi, is passing through this place. I pay my respects to the Grand Marshal of Wine and ask for his protection." She Quanyi respectfully offered incense.

"This junior, Zhou Qing, is passing through this place. I pay my respects to the Wine Immortal Grand Marshal and ask for his protection." Zhou Qing also followed She Quanyi's example and offered incense.

At this moment, wisps of smoke slowly rose and drifted toward the face of the statue.

Zhou Qing had just finished offering incense and taken a few steps back when he suddenly felt a cold wind blow past him, and a chill ran down the back of his neck.

"Pfft!!" The Green Silk Gu warned him to look behind him.

Zhou Qing suddenly turned around.

A pale face was visible through the window to the left of the main entrance, with strange blush on both cheeks.

As their eyes met, a chilling laugh echoed in Zhou Qing's mind.

Suddenly, the person at the door ran to the right side of the gate, revealing their thin, paper-thin profile.

Paper dolls?!
Zhou Qing's pupils suddenly dilated, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.

The next second, the laughter that echoed in his mind turned into a scream.

The paper figure spontaneously combusted and vanished in an instant.

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