Xuanxia

Chapter 171 Departure
Late at night, at the Wulin Alliance headquarters.

Fu Qingzhou was in a small room that was reserved for him, meditating and circulating his inner energy.

The two integrated and interconnected techniques of Qi Ran and Yi Ran coexisted harmoniously in his body, circulated throughout his body, and were unspeakably quiet.

“Too weird…”

The smoker murmured in a low voice: "Although I don't know how you did it, I want to remind you that this may not be a good thing."

Fu Qingzhou said "Oh": "What do you mean?"

"There must be something fishy when things are out of the ordinary." The smoker sneered, "The thing that might have killed you before is now suddenly as obedient as a little wife. Do you believe it?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Believe it or not, now neither you nor I know what the problem is, so why bother ourselves?"

"Humph."

The smoker snorted, "You better be careful, or you might die someday and not even know how!"

Fu Qingzhou wanted to say something else when there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Fu, are you still awake? It's me."

It was Hua Wuying's voice.

Fu Qingzhou quickly got out of bed and opened the door. Hua Wuying was standing at the door, still with his signature warm smile, but it looked a little helpless.

"I have informed Master of your plan."

He smiled helplessly and said, "Master means that as long as we feel that there is no problem, he will not do it for us."

"As expected." Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "Brother Hua, come in and talk."

The two entered the house, and Hua Wuying was a little curious: "You said it was expected, did you expect that Master would not take action?"

"Yes."

Fu Qingzhou shrugged: "We have all been through the gates of hell this time, and now you are the local boss who invited us back home to entertain us. Logically speaking, among our group of people, there are disciples from Wuwei Temple, disciples from Xianfeng Temple, and the son of a martial arts master..."

"No matter what, your master should have met with us, even if it was just to sit down and have a cup of tea and give us some simple instructions, but he didn't do that."

He smiled and said, "The implication is very clear. Alliance Leader Jiang does not want to get involved in this matter."

Hua Wuying frowned after hearing this: "Brother Fu, please don't misunderstand. It's not that Master doesn't want to help..."

"Brother Hua, don't be anxious."

Fu Qingzhou raised his palm, interrupted Hua Wuying's words, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I'm not unhappy, on the contrary, I think this is the right thing to do."

Hua Wuying tilted his head, looking clearly confused.

"the reason is simple."

Fu Qingzhou said: "Before we truly expose the evil deeds of Fanyin Temple, the conflict should not escalate to the point where strong men of the level of Jiang Alliance Leader and Baihe Zhenren take action."

Hua Wuying was also a smart man. He understood immediately after hearing this and said, "My dear brother, you are worried that the Jinchan Temple will intervene in this matter too early!"

"good."

Fu Qingzhou said softly: "As long as we don't make too much of a fuss in the early stages, this matter is ultimately just a matter of us youngsters making trouble. If Jinchan Temple wants to intervene, they have to consider the impact."

"To put it bluntly, this is like a fight between children. Parents should not easily help their children to fight. Whoever starts the fight first will easily give others an excuse to criticize them."

"For now, we will do our own thing. I believe that when the critical moment comes, both Alliance Leader Jiang and Master Baihe will show up."

He smiled and said, "Of course, the premise is that we have to do it beautifully."

Hua Wuying nodded: "Brother Fu is really thoughtful."

Then he suddenly glanced at Fu Qingzhou's thick black hair and said with a smile: "If you want to sneak into the Fanyin Temple, don't you have to shave your head?"

Fu Qingzhou's face turned bitter: "Yes! I have stayed here for so many years!"

Just then, a third voice suddenly appeared in the room.

"You're still a hero, but you can't even spare a hair. What kind of hero are you? You're just seeking fame and reputation..."

Fu Qingzhou was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a slightly plump young man appear in the corner of the room. He sat on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a pot of tea in his hand and sneering with disdain on his face.

At first glance, his appearance was not particularly outstanding, but he clearly had a noble temperament that was incompatible with the two people in the room.

Fu Qingzhou subconsciously wanted to reach for the dagger at his waist, but suddenly he saw Hua Wuying didn't move, and he immediately understood something.

"Brother Hua."

He asked with a smile: "Is this your friend? His cultivation is very high. He sneaked in quietly and I didn't even notice it?"

"That's right." Hua Wuying stood up, smiled at the slightly plump young man, and introduced: "This brother Zhao Hao is a disciple of Qianfang Baixiao Tower. He came here specially to help you and me."

"Hey!" Zhao Hao stretched out his hand and glared, "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't say I would 'help' you. We made a deal. You promised to do something for me."

After that, he leisurely picked up the teapot, tilted his neck, drank a sip of tea from the teapot, and said with a fake smile: "Also, Young Alliance Leader, I am not your friend. Let's talk about the matter at hand, distinguish between you and me, and stop talking about nonsense."

Hua Wuying shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Fu Qingzhou clicked his tongue and said, "This brother from Qianfang Baixiao Tower seems to be a little difficult to get along with."

"Heh, I don't need to be easy to get along with."

Zhao Hao sneered: "I will secretly help you when you go to Fanyin Temple. I will send you all the information I can get, but don't even think about establishing any relationship with me, let alone any friendship. We are just doing business."

He stood up from his chair and said leisurely, "Also, you don't have to shave your hair. To become a monk in Fanyin Temple, it is far from enough to just take their copper bone pills. There are many more tests. If you shave your hair, it will only make you a laughing stock."

"That's all, and he's full of wisdom and careful thinking... Tsk." Zhao Hao shook his head disdainfully, pushed open the window, and his figure flashed and disappeared like a gust of wind.

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and touched his hair.

"Don't worry, my dear brother." Hua Wuying coughed lightly: "Brother Zhao has always been like this, but in fact, he is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He is still... uh, easy to get along with."

Apparently, his definition of "easy to get along with" is slightly different from that of the average person.

"With the help of Brother Zhao, I think my trip to Fanyin Temple will be much easier."

Fu Qingzhou didn't care and smiled: "No matter what, at least my hair is saved haha... By the way, Brother Hua, what did you promise him?"

Hua Wuying smiled awkwardly, shook his head and said nothing.

……

That night, on the Langhuan Mountain, there was Wuwei Temple.

Even though it is late spring, the place is still covered with snow.

Amidst all the ice and snow, there was a small cottage with smoke billowing from its chimney, and it looked hot.

When, when, when...

The hut was filled with anvils, stoves, bellows, iron blanks, steel blanks and other items. At this time, Tang Jiao was standing next to the anvil, holding a red-hot sword blank in her left hand with pliers and swinging a sledgehammer in her right hand, hitting it hard again and again.

Although her petite body was doing such hard work, there was no sign of fatigue on her face. Instead, her little face, which was stained with cigarette ash, was full of seriousness and anticipation.

Soon after, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she picked up the hot sword embryo and shook it in the air to dissipate heat.

As the sword embryo swayed in the cold air, Tang Jiao breathed slowly and rhythmically.

The thick white mist from Langhuan Mountain swirled around her, surrounding her and the sword embryo.

As the sword blank swayed, its color gradually changed from bright red to a cherry red. Tang Jiao was delighted and suddenly plunged the sword blank into the cold oil that had been prepared on the side.

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Large amounts of white smoke rose up, and the spiritual white mist surrounding her merged with it. As Tang Jiao closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled, it poured into the acupoints all over her body.

This process is not long, but it takes a small cup of tea.

After a cup of tea, Tang Jiao suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes full of joy!
She threw away the tongs and placed her hand lightly on the quenching oil.

"rise!"

With a light shout, the cold oil exploded, and the sword embryo flew up and fell steadily into Tang Jiao's hands!

At the same time, a weak gust of air burst out from her body, causing her clothes to rustle. The gust of air spread out in all directions, causing the fire in the house to crackle.

"Finally broke through to the fourth level of martial enlightenment. Tsk, now I can control my own spirit sword... This Ten Thousand Spirits Sword Forging Technique is quite powerful."

Just then, a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from outside the house.

Tang Jiao was startled, and when she looked up, she saw the green pine seeds that had not appeared for more than two years!
He walked over in the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, yawning: "Little girl, you are quite perseverant."

Tang Jiao pursed her lips and smiled: "Senior Qingsongzi, why are you here?"

"Hehe, forget about that kid named Fu. You've been in the Taoist temple for more than two years, reading my books and learning my things, and now you're asking me why I'm here?" Qingsongzi laughed dryly.

Tang Jiao was startled and lowered her head quickly: "Yes, I'm sorry, senior! It was Tang Jiao who made a mistake..."

"Okay, stop it."

Qing Songzi picked his nose and said, "Although the Wanling Sword Forging Technique was not taught by the Taoist, how to identify mineral materials and how to forge swords are all things learned in the temple. You have learned so much and now you have entered the fourth realm. What should you do?"

"What should I do?" Tang Jiao's eyes turned into circles, and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Ugh……"

Qing Songzi sighed, "You have been with my nephew for two years and have become much smarter, but in the end you are still a blockhead."

He waved his sleeves and said, "Since you have learned everything in the temple, why are you still calling me senior?"

Tang Jiao was startled: "Then should I call you... Temple Master? Sect Leader?"

Qingsongzi covered his face.

Finally, Tang Jiao had a flash of inspiration at this moment, and her eyes lit up: "Master, Master!"

Qing Songzi put down his hands that were covering his face and smiled helplessly: "Finally, I got the hang of it."

Tang Jiao was overjoyed. She fell to her knees and kowtowed three times.

"Master, I bow to you as your disciple Tang Jiao!"

Then she raised her head, her forehead slightly red and swollen, and murmured: "Then, then should we worship the ancestors and burn incense..."

"What the hell, when I changed the name of Zhenxian Palace, I threw all those tablets into the warehouse."

Qing Songzi curled his lips and said, "Okay, get up, come to the library later, I will give you something, and then you can go down the mountain after you get ready."

Tang Jiao was startled again: "Go down the mountain?"

"nonsense!"

Qing Songzi said, "Your eldest brother is about to be kidnapped by the disciple of that stinky woman Bai He at the foot of the mountain! Good things should be kept within the family. If you don't go, he will become someone else's eldest brother in the future!"

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