Xuanxia

Chapter 104 A strange combination of circumstances
"Xiao Ling, it's me."

Qiu Chan said calmly: "You called me Senior Sister Qiu, do you still remember me?"

Bai Yan trembled and murmured, "Senior Sister Qiu...Senior Sister Qiu...I remember...you said you would help me..."

Fu Qingzhou watched from the side with a strange look on his face.

It turns out that smokers aren't the only ones who look like smoke...

Combined with the soul of this world, it looks like white smoke?

However, as an ordinary person, Xiao Ling's soul is much weaker.

The smoker has been dead for hundreds of years, but his soul is still very strong and can cast spells silently; Xiao Ling is not dead yet, but his soul has left his body and even his memories are fuzzy.

"Xiao Ling, we don't have much time."

Qiu Chan whispered: "I want to help you now, but I need you to tell me first, what happened last night?"

"last night?"

Xiao Ling's soul was trembling, as if trying hard to recall.

At the same time, wisps of smoke began to dissipate into the air from the edge of the white smoke and disappeared - this was a sign that her soul was beginning to dissipate.

Qiu Chan bit her lip and waited for a response.

But as the white smoke in the little soul dissipated more and more, she seemed unable to say anything and was just repeating some meaningless words.

Qiu Chan turned her head and looked at Fu Qingzhou, with a hint of hope in her eyes: "Do you... have any solution?"

"Let me try."

Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he took out the stone heart from his arms.

"Eh? What are you doing?" The voice of the smoker suddenly rang in his ears: "I'm telling you not to mess around. This woman's soul has left her body. If you get close to me, I'll be sucked into her body! I don't want to be a woman! And a woman with no talent at all!"

Fu Qingzhou ignored him and continued to push the stone heart forward.

"Fuck, you knew it a long time ago, didn't you! You're threatening me again!"

The smoker cursed, "Okay, okay, I'll help you. This woman's soul is about to dissipate. Bring me closer. I have a way to extract her most recent memory."

Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly, moved the stone heart upwards and placed it in the white smoke.

Qiu Chan couldn't understand his operation, nor could she sense what was special about the stone. She just watched the white smoke gradually dissipate, gritted her teeth and said, "It's going to dissipate!"

"I know."

Fu Qingzhou said slowly: "Don't worry."

The white smoke finally dissipated completely. Xiao Ling's soul could not say anything until the last moment. Her body lost its soul and became an empty shell. She fell to the ground with a plop. The soul-separation talisman made of blood on her face dissipated like smoke, and her breathing and heartbeat gradually stopped.

Fu Qingzhou took the stone heart back and listened to the smoker's lazy words, and gradually he understood.

"What happened?" Qiu Chan asked nervously, "What did she see?"

"A terrible misunderstanding."

Fu Qingzhou sighed, "The murderer was indeed a monk, but I don't know if he was the Fa Zheng you mentioned."

From what the smoker recounted, Xiao Ling, as a first-person perspective, witnessed the entire process of this bizarre misunderstanding.

It was almost midnight and she was in another room, sleeping with Gu Zhengqing as usual, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Normally, Gu Zhengqing would have been furious in this situation, but he didn't last night.

Gu Zhengqing heard the rhythm of the knocking on the door, his face immediately changed, and he climbed down from the bed.

Then, at his request, Xiao Ling quickly helped him put on his clothes, helped him out the door, and came to the tea room.

In the teahouse, a monk was already waiting. The monk had a face full of flesh and murderous intent, saying that the monk was more like a mountain king. He started by questioning Gu Zhengqing why he had not offered a "body" recently. After Gu Zhengqing explained the case in Wanshi Town, the monk was still not satisfied.

At this time, Xiao Ling had already understood that the monk in front of her was the two women who had been secretly contacting her recently... the person they were looking for.

But she had no way to send the message, so she could only quietly hide in the corner and make tea for the two of them, not daring to speak.

The monk had a bad temper and spoke harshly, which made Gu Zhengqing very unhappy. The two of them quarreled to a certain extent, but because they were worried that the matter would be exposed, they kept their voices low.

It was because of this that in the middle of the argument, the monk suddenly heard a noise outside the house.

He immediately flew out, and in less than half a cup of tea he came back with several deep sword wounds on his body, but he was holding a half-dead woman in black in his hand and threw her heavily in front of the tea table.

Before Gu Zhengqing could react, he heard the monk growl...

"I was wondering why you've been having such a bad time lately. Turns out you've teamed up with outsiders to plot against me!"

After saying that, he chopped over with his palm.

Gu Zhengqing didn't even have time to shout before he was beaten to death inexplicably and confusingly.

Then the monk no longer cared about Xiao Ling, who was huddled in the corner with blood splattered on her face and was stunned. He pressed the woman in black on the table and interrogated her in front of her. The woman refused to say a word, so the angry monk chopped off her head with a palm.

Finally, the monk came to Xiao Ling, looked at her with a ferocious look, and whispered to her, telling her to "take care of yourself."

Maybe he used some kind of skills or magic during this period, but Xiao Ling didn't know.

She lost her soul at that roar.

After listening to Fu Qingzhou's story, Qiu Chan was stunned and couldn't believe it.

“It’s unimaginable.”

Fu Qingzhou shook his head and said, "Just because of a suspicion, the monk beat Gu Zhengqing to death with one palm..."

Qiu Chan murmured, "We were still asleep at that time... but we were so close, how could we not hear any movement? How is that possible?"

"Perhaps the monk has the ability to isolate and investigate."

Fu Qingzhou said: "How does your sister's kung fu compare to yours? That monk was able to kill her easily, so her realm must be very high."

"My senior sister... is only a hair's breadth away from the sixth realm." Qiu Chan said in a hoarse voice: "That monk must be Fa Zheng. He is exactly as described, with a hot temper and unreasonable. He has already entered the sixth realm of martial arts, and has a domineering palm technique..."

Fu Qingzhou was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "You have to think clearly. It hasn't been long since the monk killed someone, so he probably hasn't left this place very far. If we chase him now, we may be able to catch him. But with the strength of you and me, we may not be able to deal with him. Once we call for reinforcements, it may be difficult to find him."

Qiu Chan raised her brows and punched the wall heavily.

The walls were cracking and buzzing.

"If I can't find him, I will ask my master to destroy the Fanyin Temple!" she gritted her teeth.

Fu Qingzhou gave her a deep look and said, "You sisters are acting in secret and are unwilling to reveal your identities. I guess it's because Ziqi Xianfeng Temple doesn't want to break off relations with Jinchan Temple directly, right?"

These words touched Qiu Chan's heart. She glared at him fiercely, and her lips were almost bleeding from biting herself.

But then Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "But for me, I will choose to chase after him."

Qiu Chan was startled, and her eyes changed. Although she was still staring, her look had become much more shocked.

"Don't look at me like that."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "He is so good at killing people. I don't know how many lives he has saved. I can't let him get away like this. Besides, I also want to go to Fanyin Temple through him. If I miss this opportunity, I don't know how much more effort I will have to put in."

Qiu Chan asked in a low voice: "But didn't you say that the two of us might not be able to..."

"Maybe means not necessarily."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "That's still a possibility. If you are a child of Jianghu, how can you survive if you always look ahead and behind?"

(End of this chapter)