Xuanxia

Chapter 1095 Xiaolong
Bailu Mountain, Xijiao Village.

Fu Qingzhou hasn't been back for a long time. Even before he left Bailu Mountain with the smoker, he hadn't been back for some time.

The reason was simple. At that time, he was hunting charlatans everywhere. Some of the charlatans had considerable power under their command. He was worried that he would attract them to the village and harm other people in the village.

Returning to my hometown now, it seems like a lifetime ago.

Fu Qingzhou walked in this small mountain village, holding a stone slab in his hand. The eyes on the stone slab were like a compass, occasionally turning slightly to guide him in the direction.

The village is still the same as it was back then, with almost no changes except that the surrounding trees are taller and the houses are more dilapidated. When the villagers saw the "outsider" appear, they all cast puzzled glances at him.

However, they were not like the waiters in the restaurant in Lingxiang Town, who needed Fu Qingzhou to introduce himself before they could recognize him.

The village is not big, with only a few dozen families coming and going. They have known each other for generations, and Fu Qingzhou grew up here. Although they failed to recognize him at first, how could they not recognize him after a closer look?

"Yes, Azhou?"

An old man looked at him in surprise: "Is it really you?"

"Grandpa Chang, it's me."

Fu Qingzhou smiled at him, flipped his hand slightly, and put the stone slab into his sleeve without leaving a trace: "I have worked outside these years and earned some money. I came back to build a house and repair my father's grave."

"Oh! Okay, okay!"

Grandpa Chang suddenly realized and smiled with relief: "We were just wondering why you suddenly disappeared. Some people in the village said that you died while hunting in the mountains! We even went into the mountains to look for you, but we couldn't find you!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled apologetically: "That year, I suddenly met a noble person and didn't have time to come back to tell you..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm glad you're back!" Grandpa Chang laughed.

While they were talking, many people from the village gathered around.

Almost everyone here, except some naked kids, knew Fu Qingzhou. When they heard that he had made money outside and came back to build houses, they were all very curious and asked about his experiences outside.

Fu Qingzhou could only respond simply by saying that he had entered a wealthy family as a security guard and had learned a lot of skills. This made the villagers marvel and admire him greatly.

Seeing this, he simply stopped looking for treasure and went back home first.

After not returning for a few years, the house he had lived in was already covered with dust and cobwebs. Fu Qingzhou did not cast any spell to clear it away directly - because there were still two people who followed him back home.

One of them is Grandpa Chang who I just spoke to. He is one of the oldest people in the village, but he has always been in good health. He also planted a number of fruit trees in the back mountain and often sells the fruits at the market in the nearby town.

The other was a middle-aged man named Wei Niancheng. He was a good friend of Fu Haichao's adoptive father. When Fu Haichao passed away, it was this uncle Wei who helped the young Fu Qingzhou bury him.

The two of them came back with Fu Qingzhou and started cleaning the house.

"Xiao Fu, you didn't bring anything with you this time!"

Wei Niancheng was sweeping the windows and asked, "Have you gotten married outside in these years?"

"Uncle Wei, I just came back to take a look and choose a new address. I still have to go outside to call people."

Fu Qingzhou swept the floor and said with a smile: "As for getting married... not yet, but it should be soon."

"That's great! Get married soon and have children soon!"

Grandpa Chang sat at the entrance of the house, smoking his pipe, and said with satisfaction: "Your father passed away early, you must leave some descendants for him!"

Fu Qingzhou responded with a smile.

"Why do you need outsiders to build houses and repair graves?" Wei Niancheng said, "Why don't you just ask the villagers? We all know each other well." "I will definitely ask everyone for help when the time comes."

Fu Qingzhou responded.

While chatting, he took out the slate and took a look while the two were not paying attention. This time, his pupils shrank!
The eyeballs on the stone slab were spinning back and forth, moving left and right non-stop!
"No way……"

Fu Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat: "The thing is actually in my room? What a coincidence?!"

He put away the slate and continued sweeping the floor, saying casually as if nothing had happened, "By the way, Grandpa Chang, if I build a new house, I can give this old house away if anyone in the village needs it."

"Okay."

Grandpa Chang puffed on his pipe and said leisurely, "This kind of thing happens all the time. I'll just talk to Old Yang and it will be over."

Lao Yang is the village chief of their village.

Fu Qingzhou pretended to ask casually: "Really? Has someone else lived in this house before?"

“Yes.”

Grandpa Chang responded casually: "Xiaolong, go out and become an immortal, hahahaha——"

Fu Qingzhou's heart suddenly jumped!
"Fairy?"

There was no change on his face, and he looked at Wei Niancheng with a smile: "Uncle Wei, have you heard about it?"

"I've heard of it." Wei Niancheng said without even turning his head: "That's what Mr. Chang said. His childhood friend, whose last name was Long, was taken away by a flying Taoist priest when he was young and was accepted as his apprentice."

Fu Qingzhou's heart started beating rapidly.

it is true!
What a coincidence!

Long Dabi also came from Xijiao Village. This was already a coincidence to the extreme; and the place where he and his adoptive father lived was actually Long Dabi’s former residence?
This absolutely cannot be a coincidence!
Was it just a coincidence that my adoptive father picked me up back then?
"It's really true!"

The surprise and curiosity on Fu Qingzhou's face this time were not fake: "Grandpa Chang, has there ever been an immortal in our village? Who is this person? Can you tell me about it?"

"Is there anything you can't say?"

Grandpa Chang took a long puff of his cigarette and narrowed his eyes. "Xiaolong has been an orphan since he was young. I am one or two years older than him. His parents were killed by a blind bear in the mountains. He has lived with his grandmother since he was young. A few years later, his grandmother also died."

"But Xiaolong is a capable man. As his family lost its adults, he went to the village doctor and said he could help him collect herbs. He only asked for a meal... You know that doctor. He is Doctor Sun's father."

Doctor Sun is an old barefoot doctor in the village. He only has three or five prescriptions in his life. He uses the same prescriptions to treat all kinds of diseases. He even uses the same method to treat humans and animals. If the patient is cured, it's good. If not, it means the patient is unlucky.

Unexpectedly, this person comes from a medical family.

"Although Xiaolong is younger than me, to be honest, he is the most mature among our peers."

Grandpa Chang's face showed a look of reminiscence: "When we were still playing with urine and mud, he went up the mountain to collect herbs every day. Sometimes he would teach us a lesson, like a little adult, hehe..."

"That day, he went to collect herbs early in the morning. Unexpectedly, a Taoist priest suddenly flew over from the sky!"

A mysterious look appeared on his face, and he grinned and said, "It seems like the Taoist priest came here specifically to look for someone. He came directly to the outside of Xiaolong's house. Hehe, that's where I, an old man, am sitting."

Grandpa Chang knocked on the door with his pipe, imitating the scene he had seen in his memory, stiffened his neck and asked: "Where is the child in this room? He has a destiny with the immortals. I am here to take him in as my disciple!"

(End of this chapter)