Xuanxia

Chapter 16 Interrogation
"What do you want to do?"

Hearing what the smoker said, Fu Qingzhou immediately held the jade token tightly: "Don't mess around!"

"What nonsense!" The smoker was impatient: "Hurry up and move the stone heart closer to it, so I can get in! This jade token is a mysterious jade that can communicate with the spirits of heaven and earth. After I get in, I won't have to work so hard to talk to you! We can communicate with each other, and we don't have to worry about others hearing us!"

Hearing it say this, Fu Qingzhou became more alert.

On the one hand, this means that the smoker will be more powerful. On the other hand, I don't know if Hua Xiaolan will take back the jade token in the future. What if she wants to take it back? If she doesn't take it back, it is still useful to some extent. I can't just threaten the smoker with things like smashing it or getting it dirty with shit.

"No."

Fu Qingzhou decisively refused: "You should understand that I need to use it to disguise my identity. It is inevitable that I will encounter some strong people who want to test its authenticity. Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Ah, this..." After hearing what he said, the smoker hesitated.

Fu Qingzhou struck while the iron was hot: "Alright, let's not talk about this for now. At least with your ability, ordinary people can't eavesdrop on our conversation, right?"

"That's right!" The flattery was so subtle that the smoker enjoyed it very much.

The matter was just lightly revealed. Fu Qingzhou stopped talking and huddled in a corner, holding the jade token and rehearsing silently in his mind.

Actually, it’s not that difficult to play a secret agent like Jinyiwei or 007…

In his previous life, he was a criminal policeman, and could be considered a "government official". He did the work of a detective. In order to investigate some cases, he often changed his appearance and pretended to be someone else.

Of course, his status is not as high as that of the so-called "Mingjian Pavilion spy", but what he does seems to be similar.

It’s just that after living in this world for more than ten years, some things have gradually faded in his memory, and it takes some time to pick them up again.

As time passed, Fu Qingzhou gradually lost track of the day and night outside the prison.

Wan Dushan didn't even give him a glass of water or a bowl of rice from beginning to end, but he was not hungry or thirsty. When he felt unwell, he meditated and used his spiritual power to cleanse his body. Slowly, he felt better, and the minor injuries on his body gradually healed in the process.

Of course, during this process, the Smoker would occasionally encourage him to choose a technique to practice, otherwise "wouldn't it be a waste of such great time for practice?", but Fu Qingzhou ignored him.

Finally, when he was touching the fine stubble growing on his chin and lamenting that he had reached the age to grow a beard in this life, footsteps were finally heard outside the prison again.

"Walk."

The person who came was a big man holding a Miao Dao: "The elders want to see you."

"Finally here." Fu Qingzhou slowly stood up and let out a long breath.

He suddenly remembered that when the elder appeared, he took away the brass key, but at least a few days had passed, and there was no big commotion outside...

So... things changed because I accidentally discovered Meng Zhugang and their plan was exposed?

really interesting.

He was thinking randomly and followed the Miao man out of the cell.

Outside the prison, the sun was just rising in the morning, the autumn wind was cool, and the mountains were filled with fog. Fu Qingzhou, who had not seen the sun for several days, felt a slight sting in his eyes, but the benefits of opening his pupils soon became apparent. In just a breath of time, his eyes completely adapted to the light and he no longer felt any discomfort.

Green water and green mountains are all the same color. The overlapping peaks are looming in the white mist. The white mist is like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains covered with trees. Villages are scattered among the mountains, adding a bit of mystery and depth.

In the square not far away, some young Miao men and women can be seen practicing swordsmanship. They hold swords in their hands, their bodies are as nimble as swallows, and their swords are as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every time the sword flashes, the sound of cutting through the air is like an echo in a valley, empty and deep.

Fu Qingzhou looked a little further into the distance and the green fields at the foot of the mountain came into view. The rice swayed in the wind, interweaving with the outlines of the distant mountains to form a tranquil picture. The bamboo buildings stood like small peaks between the terraces.

Long bridges across the mountains connect the mountains and terraces, eventually forming a large and exquisite Miao village community.

It seemed to have rained last night, and the stone brick ground was wet and muddy. Fu Qingzhou followed the big man through the village alleys, over a small hill, and came to a larger stilt house. There was a big sign on the door that read "Council Hall".

He was not kidnapped or detained, probably because of the confidence of this big sect. No one thought that a small hunter like him could cause any trouble here.

When the door was opened, a solemn atmosphere came into view. Three elderly Miao people were sitting in the room, one of whom was the elder whom he had met before. Behind the three people, Hua Xiaolan stood obediently, like a little maid, with her eyes lowered, not saying a word, and not even looking at Fu Qingzhou.

They sat upright with serious expressions, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"Elder, the person has been brought here."

The big man bowed to the three elders, then respectfully left and closed the door.

"young people."

The one who spoke was the one in the middle of the three elders. She was a middle-aged Miao woman with calm features and a peaceful tone. “You should know what we are going to ask.”

Fu Qingzhou smiled casually: "Of course I know, but aren't the elders afraid that I'm lying?"

"Humph!"

The old man stomped his cane heavily and sneered: "You don't have this chance!"

"Young man..." another elder who was so old that his bones were visible said in a hoarse voice, "Please take this tea."

He waved his hand gently, pointing to a bowl of tea on the table in the middle of the three people.

Fu Qingzhou walked forward without changing his expression, picked up the bowl of tea and looked at it in front of him.

"If I drink this, I won't be able to lie, right?"

He blinked.

The middle-aged female elder who spoke first responded, "It seems that you are not completely ignorant of my Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain."

"Hehe..." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "It's okay to drink tea, but I think, for your own good, I'd better not drink it."

Hearing him say this, the older elder raised his eyebrows and was about to lose his temper, but the female elder gently reached out her hand to stop him.

"You seem to have something in your words?"

She said in a deep voice: "If we hadn't determined that you were indeed innocent after investigating these few days, you wouldn't be standing here at all... But if you are hiding something and intend to harm our Wandu Mountain, you will never be able to leave this place today."

"This is no joke. I hope young man...you take your life seriously."

Fu Qingzhou kept smiling, and with a slight turn of his wrist, he spilled the bowl of tea all over the floor.

Seeing his action, the three elders present all frowned. Hua Xiaolan, who was standing behind him, finally showed a slight change in expression. She blinked her big eyes and smiled.

“Elder Yu…” Elder Nian sneered, “This kid doesn’t look like an innocent hunter. In my opinion, he…”

"Shut up, you."

Fu Qingzhou interrupted him coldly: "If I drink this cup of tea and tell you the secret in my heart, you will all be in trouble!"

"You?!" The elder was furious and tried to stand up with the help of his crutches.

Not only him, but the expressions of the other two elders also became solemn in an instant.

Fu Qingzhou saw that the atmosphere was almost right. If this riddler continued to act like this, he would probably be greeted with the Five Poison Palms or the Death Gu. So without waiting for them to say anything, he flipped his hands behind his back and showed the jade token.

Although the three elders were not young anymore, they were all practitioners with excellent eyesight, so they could naturally see the words on the card at a glance.

"Ming Jian Zhi Shi?!"

The elder's expression changed drastically: "You, you are from Mingjian Pavilion?!"

(End of this chapter)