Xuanxia

Chapter 12 Prison
Halfway through the journey, Fu Qingzhou fainted.

It wasn't that he fainted from the pain, but the elder just waved his hand in front of him, and his eyes went dark and he knew nothing.

When he woke up, he had a headache as if someone had opened his head, and he realized that he had probably been drugged with some powerful drug.

He rubbed his head and slowly sat up, then looked around carefully.

"This is a prison cell..."

After one glance, Fu Qingzhou made a judgment.

Thick iron fences, bloody hay floors, and rough walls covered with suspicious marks...

He approached the iron bars and looked out, but could see nothing except the flickering light of the oil lamp on the wall.

"anyone there?"

Fu Qingzhou shouted, and the echo was obvious, dull and suppressed, but no one responded.

He shook his head, sat back on the ground, and rubbed his still aching stomach: "It seems that the water in the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain is very deep. I was a little reckless this time."

At this time, the voice of the smoker sounded leisurely in his ears: "Now you admit that you are an idiot, right?"

"Hmph... I did make some mistakes, but it's not like I have no solution at all."

Fu Qingzhou briefly checked himself and found that he had no new injuries and did not seem to have been poisoned in any strange way. Although his package was taken away, his clothes were not changed. Only some poisons and medicines hidden on his body were taken away.

As for the stone heart where the smoker hid, perhaps because the stone was too ordinary, no one cared about it and kept it.

"correct."

He asked, "What is the level of that old man who showed up from the back?"

The Smoker sneered, "Don't even think about it. You can't be his opponent. That guy is at least at the ninth level of martial arts, the peak level of martial arts."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned: "The ninth realm? So I have met one of the strongest people in the world?"

"Bullshit! Just him?"

The Smoker said with great disdain: "I killed so many Ninth Realm warriors in the past that if I piled up their skulls, I could build a tower!"

Fu Qingzhou understood instantly: "So, there is a higher realm above the ninth realm of martial arts."

"Isn't this nonsense?" The Smoker said sarcastically, "How else did I come into being? With a Martial Acupoint Ninth Realm, which is the lowest level, I will be nothing after I die. How can I live for hundreds of years as easily as I can?"

After that, it said leisurely: "I see you are quite free, chatting with me here, why don't you think about how to escape?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered, "Escape? Meng Zhugang, a frustrated disciple who was delivering food and water to Wandu Mountain, almost killed me twice, and he was seriously injured one of the times. How can I escape?"

"So you're just going to sit there and wait for death?" The smoker asked back, "You're not that kind of person, are you?"

"Fuck off."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Didn't the elders say that they would capture me and wait for the elders' meeting to make a decision? It won't be long before they come back to find me."

The smoker laughed hoarsely and unpleasantly. "No way, you're pinning your hopes on this Council of Elders? Aren't you afraid that all of them are traitors?"

"It is very likely that there is more than one traitor, but it is impossible that all of them are traitors." Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "Otherwise, why would we ask that little follower Meng Zhugang to kill people and seize the key? And from the look on his face, he doesn't even know that the elders are in the same camp as him. I guess things are not that simple."

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, there is always a chance to fight for it."

He felt the comfort of the spiritual bath and said leisurely: "Speaking of which, why don't you tell me the method to open the second level of martial orifice?"

"Ah?" The smoker was confused: "What do you mean? Didn't you just open your first orifice?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't retort this time, but just took a deep breath.

His Yintang acupoint seemed to be breathing, causing his skin to throb gently, and the surrounding spiritual void that was invisible to the naked eye formed a faint whirlwind surrounding him. With every breath, his eyes became brighter. The wound on his shoulder that was pierced by a sharp stone last night had already stopped bleeding, and was now scabbing from the edge at an extremely slow speed. Although the speed was very, very slow, it was clearly healing itself.

"Damn it, you're going a bit too far!"

The Smoker shouted, "Even if you have practiced martial arts for ten years and have a good foundation, the speed at which you mastered the first trick is too fast!"

Fu Qingzhou paused and smiled: "It's okay. Just like you said, I have been practicing martial arts since I was young. What you taught me in the past three years has really laid a solid foundation. It's not that difficult to master an acupoint."

This time it was the Smoker's turn not to talk back. It fell silent and didn't respond for a long time, no matter how it was called.

Fu Qingzhou was a little confused. Just when he was about to take out Shi Xin to threaten him, he heard footsteps outside.

He quickly came out of his meditation state, casually fell to the ground and pretended to be unconscious.

Who would have thought that a few seconds later, a half-joking voice came from outside the cell: "Don't pretend to be unconscious. You were healing in Na Lingxu just now. Do you think others didn't notice?"

Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes awkwardly, and the smoker's wild laughter rang in his ears again, obviously mocking him.

The person standing outside the prison looked familiar. He quickly recognized that this was one of the four Miao disciples from Wandu Mountain that Meng Zhugang had brought with him. He was a tall and strong young man who looked simple and honest, but his eyes were shrewd.

He squatted in front of the cell and shrugged his chin: "What you said to me at that time, was it true?"

Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up, but he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "Are you here to save me?"

"Haha, of course not."

The Miao youth laughed and said, "The elder is our discipline elder. He said you killed one of our people. Unless the clan leader comes in person or the elders find you innocent, who can save you?"

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "So what's the purpose of your coming here, brother?"

"Someone doesn't trust the elders, so they want me to check on you."

The Miao youth's eyes sparkled as he smiled, "If you insist on saying that I came to save you, that's not wrong. Tell me the whole story, don't leave anything out. If you are truly innocent, you may still have a chance to leave."

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "It seems that there have been problems inside your Wandu Mountain for a long time... So how are you going to judge whether what I said is true or false?"

The Miao youth smiled even brighter after hearing what he said, revealing two rows of white teeth: "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"explain."

Fu Qingzhou nodded: "This story starts with me touching a big rock in the mountains..."

Apart from the existence of the smoker, he did not tell a single lie in the whole incident. He told everything from how he got to the Miao old woman's courtyard through Lao Hai, how he visited the courtyard at night because he wanted to get in touch with the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain, to the battle of wits and courage between the two after he met Meng Zhugang.

The Miao youth had been listening silently until he finished speaking, then he asked softly, "When you first met Brother Meng Zhu, you hadn't yet opened your martial arts acupoints. How come you have opened them now? Did someone teach you?"

Fu Qingzhou had only two thoughts after hearing this... First, was Meng Zhugang's surname Meng Zhu? Second, this kid's observation ability was quite strong, barely one-third of his own.

He smiled and said, "This has nothing to do with this matter."

"Row."

The Miao youth stood up and said, "It won't be long before we know whether what you said is true or not."

After saying this, he turned around and left without any intention of staying.

Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, Fu Qingzhou blinked: "Look, isn't this a turning point?"

"Tsk, you are really lucky." The smoker said lazily.

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "So, why didn't you respond to me for a long time?"

"Can't I think about things?" The smoker snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, don't you want to open the second level of martial arts? Come on, come on!"

(End of this chapter)