Xuanxia

Chapter 136: Life and Death
What is the concept of “worth”?
Fu Qingzhou had thought about this problem seriously in his previous life.

Is it worth it to stick your neck out for a childhood friend you've known for twenty or thirty years?

For a friend you’ve known for two or three years and with whom you have a good relationship?
What if it’s someone you just met and who shares similar aspirations?

Or a stranger?

Everyone has a scale in his heart. When faced with a dilemma, everyone will put the matter and his or her own life and property on both ends of the scale to evaluate which is more important.

In some people's hearts, friends are more important than life; in some people's hearts, interests are above all else; in some people's hearts, there are things that are far more noble than interests and life.

But Fu Qingzhou didn't have this scale in his mind.

He has only one standard, which is "how you should do it".

In Wanshi Town, he believes that Zhou Lesheng should not have died unjustly, so he wants to find the real murderer.

In Meifeng City, he believed that Ding Shuanghe's son should not have died innocently, and that Ding Shuanghe should pay the price for his actions, so he wanted to get involved.

Now in the dilapidated temple, he thought that Yue Heng should not die here because of a ridiculous gambling, so he wanted to save Yue Heng.

As for how far we should go for these people?
Is it losing skin? Losing flesh? Breaking bones? Or losing your life?
Fu Qingzhou was not good at science, was terrible at math, and couldn't write formulas, so he was too lazy to think about them.

Just do your best!

The heat wave exploded, and the temperature in the entire ruined temple suddenly rose!
The thin sword in Wu Yan's hand just reached Fu Qingzhou's forehead, but it could not move forward even an inch!
This time, it wasn't some great bow that blocked the sword.

Instead, Fu Qingzhou stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped the sword!
Blood flowed from his palms, but his expression was calm as usual, somewhat similar to Wu Yan.

There was a loud bang, and Fu Qingzhou's right leg shot out like lightning and kicked Wu Yan's chest hard!

Wu Yan groaned, and the rapier flew out of his hand, and the whole person was thrown backwards like a sack. He smashed the gate of the dilapidated temple, rolled more than ten feet on the ground outside the temple, and left a long blood trail on the ground.

The next moment, Fu Qingzhou appeared in front of him like a ghost, kneeling on one knee and pinning him down.

The longbow was raised high, the pitch-black bow tip was filled with murderous intent, and it stabbed down suddenly!

Wu Yan's chest was slightly sunken and he didn't know how many ribs were broken, but there was still no ripple in his eyes.

Facing this fatal blow, he simply stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Fu Qingzhou's wrist - the bow tip fell down, and this huge force was simply beyond Wu Yan's ability to resist, but he still deflected the falling position of the bow tip.

With a "whoosh", the bow tip that was supposed to pierce the heart deviated and pierced the shoulder.

But at the same time, Wu Yan opened his mouth and a puff of black smoke suddenly came out of his mouth!
Fu Qingzhou held his breath at the first moment, but he didn't expect the black smoke to cover his face, which immediately made his face burn. His eyes felt like chili oil was dripped into them, and the pain was so severe that he almost passed out.

The Qi Ran Jue flowed vigorously, quickly relieving the severe pain in his face and eyes, but in the blink of an eye, Wu Yan leaned forward and kneed Fu Qingzhou, knocking him over.

"Umbra, Vigilium, Reinaskirumen."

Fu Qingzhou quickly recited the antidote spell he learned from the smoker.

The damage caused by the poisonous smoke receded like the tide, and Qi Ranjue repaired his injured eyes extremely quickly. It took only two breaths for him to open his eyes.

Although my eyeliner is still a little blurry, I can see things.

After opening his eyes, Wu Yan was no longer on the ground, only the big bow that he had pulled out and thrown on the ground.

Fu Qingzhou was startled and turned around to look - only to see Wu Yan rushing towards the ruined temple!

He was so seriously injured that his speed slowed down a bit, but the two of them were not far from the ruined temple, and now he had arrived at the entrance of the temple.

The rapier was thrown inside the temple gate, and Yue Heng was still sleeping soundly... Wu Yan knew that he was not going to get any good results for the time being, so he had to kill someone first!

Fu Qingzhou snorted coldly, hooked the bow in his hand with his toes, drew the arrow and pulled the string like flowing water. With a bang, the string sounded and the iron arrow flew into the air.

There was a buzzing sound, and Wu Yan heard the sound of wind behind him. He stepped on the hilt of the sword, and the thin sword bounced up and accurately blocked the iron arrow and crashed into it.

Arrows and rapiers flew out at the same time, but Wu Yan continued to run towards the temple. He put his hands behind his waist, and two forearm-length daggers appeared in his hands!

But at the same time, Fu Qingzhou's second and third arrows also arrived.

With two "puffs", a blood mist burst out, and the iron arrow pierced through Wu Yan's body and nailed onto the table under the statue.

pat.

Wu Yan finally couldn't walk anymore. He stopped, looked down at the two bloody holes on his chest, opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. At the same time, his knees softened and he half-knelt on the ground.

Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath, but his whole body was shaking.

This was the first time he took the initiative to call upon the Qi Ran Jue...but this time he could hardly control himself!

Once the Qi Ran Jue, which had been suppressed for more than two years, was released, it would wash over every inch of his meridians like the Yangtze River. He could feel his mood changing and his murderous intent gathering. If this continued...

But just when he was about to activate the Yiran Jue to suppress it, he saw Wu Yan in the ruined temple stood up again!
"Is this guy the reincarnation of a cockroach?!"

Fu Qingzhou was stunned. He subconsciously took a step forward and raised the bow, but his hand that was pulling the string stopped in mid-air.

"No... I can't use the Qi Ran Jue anymore..." He gritted his teeth and muttered, "My... emotions... are not right..."

Now he began to feel pity for Wu Yan.

He felt that Wu Yan was very pitiful as he was determined to complete the task even though he was seriously injured.

What to do about pity?
If you die, you will be free.

Although he also wanted to kill Wu Yan, this emotion represented that Qi Ran Jue was beginning to gain the upper hand in his mind!

If I pity Wu Yan now, will I also pity Yue Heng later?

He was a poor scholar, who was being hunted down for the woman he loved, on the brink of life and death. Even if he went to the capital, he might not be able to pass the imperial examination. If he failed to enter the Sword Academy, he would not be able to take the exam again for three years and could only return home in disgrace...

Even if he could marry Lin Chuchu by then, how could the prefect be kind to him? Should he be a son-in-law and be bullied by others, or continue to be a poor man with his wife?
It would be better to die.

If everyone dies, everything will be clean and easy, and all problems will be solved.

Fu Qingzhou tried his best to suppress all the thoughts that were bursting out in his mind. He tried his best to practice the Yiran Jue and suppress the Qiran Jue. The hand that was pulling the bowstring also stayed in place and he was unable to shoot the arrow.

On the other side, Wu Yan in the ruined temple struggled to stand up.

He looked at Yue Heng, who was four or five steps away, dragging his half-crippled body and moving closer little by little.

"Wu Yan!"

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Stop it!"

He tried hard to suppress his trembling voice: "Since you saved me that year, I will spare your life today! Leave now and I won't kill you!"

Wu Yan slowly turned his head and cast a gaze as cold as dead water.

He saw a fully drawn bow and an iron arrow pointing at him.

The murderous intent on the tip of the arrow still stung his face painfully even though it was more than ten feet away.

"cough……"

Wu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and said slowly in a voice like a broken bellows: "This... is unreasonable..."

Fu Qingzhou sneered fiercely: "It seems that you are really not afraid of death."

He mustered up all his strength and managed to pull the bowstring a little further. The slight sound made by the tight string added a layer of solemnity and murderous aura to the air.

At this point, Wu Yan's expression finally changed slightly.

"If you force yourself to fight at this time, the mission will fail."

He frowned and said, "I'll come back tomorrow... the chances of the mission being successful will be higher."

"Really?" Fu Qingzhou kept his sneer: "I think you won't dare to come tomorrow."

Wu Yan didn't say anything, but his shoulders relaxed slightly.

Well, he really didn't move forward anymore. Instead, he put the two daggers back to his waist and turned around to walk out of the ruined temple.

Fu Qingzhou didn't dare to let go and just kept pointing at him.

Wu Yan was seriously injured and walked very slowly. He bent down and picked up the thin sword on the ground. He used the sword as a crutch, supported himself on the ground, and walked away slowly like an old man.

Fu Qingzhou's vision gradually blurred. Yiran Jue and Qiran Jue were stirring wildly in his body. The cold and heat waves were fighting against each other. Finally, the growing Yiran Jue gained the upper hand and gradually suppressed Qiran Jue.

However, the feeling of the two auras colliding in his body still made his blood boil, and his mouth and throat were filled with blood.

But he didn't dare to spit it out, and just kept holding the bow, facing Wu Yan's back.

It was not until Wu Yan completely disappeared into the night that Fu Qingzhou finally relaxed and collapsed.

Fortunately, he did not fall on the cold and wet ground. Yue Heng rushed over with his injured leg, staggering and holding him up.

"Brother Fu!"

Yue Heng's eyes widened: "Are you okay?"

Fu Qingzhou, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, glanced at him and said, "You, you didn't sleep..."

"You guys were fighting like that next to me, I was scared awake a long time ago!" Yue Heng's voice was trembling: "But I, I dare not open my eyes..."

Fu Qingzhou laughed and finally couldn't hold on any longer. His head tilted and he fainted.

Thanks to the book friend Happy Wind Man 66 for the reward!
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(End of this chapter)