Xuanxia

Chapter 231 Farewell
The incident at Fanyin Temple was over, and Fu Qingzhou had gotten drunk. By the time Fu Qingzhou had recovered a lot the next day and walked out of the inn stretching lazily in the early morning, most of the people who had come to help besiege Fanyin Temple had already left.

Some of them had come to say goodbye to him the day before when they left, but he was in seclusion at the time and didn't know. Others came half a day or a day late because they wanted to bury their comrades who died in the war.

As for those companions who were transformed into golden monsters by the disaster array... nothing was left of their bodies, and only a cenotaph could be built.

"Let's go, brother, let's go eat~"

Tang Jiao skipped like a butterfly and ran towards the small shop on the street. Fu Qingzhou yawned and followed her.

He didn't sleep well last night...

It wasn't because he failed in the breakthrough, but because of this failure, some of his internal energy was consumed and he was no longer so uncontrollable.

Anyway, I can just look for opportunities and ways to break through.

I didn’t sleep well because…the smoker was making a fuss most of the night.

"Are you sick? You pawned me off to the restaurant?! Do you know that the stupid shopkeeper who didn't know the value of the jade pendant thought it was a fake and threw it to his grandson to play with?! Do you know how cheap that brat is?! Huh?!"

Until now, the roar of the smoker last night was still echoing in his mind.

Fortunately, the old man was finally tired after shouting all night and is no longer making a fuss.

But when he and Tang Jiao were sitting on the street eating breakfast... people started to come to say goodbye.

"Young Master Fu, we'll meet at the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Conference! Let's get drunk again then!"

A few hearty men laughed and bowed.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and clasped his fists in return. He searched his head for a long time, but he couldn't remember the names of these people...

There's no way. I was too drunk that night and there were too many people around, so I really can't remember it.

After these people left, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat back at the table and continued to eat buns and drink soy milk.

Unexpectedly, just after taking a bite, a surprised voice came from the street: "Young Master Fu! We have been looking for you for a long time..."

Fu Qingzhou looked down at the buns with a bitter look on his face.

Tang Jiao, who was sitting across the table, covered her mouth and giggled.

It took Fu Qingzhou 25 minutes to finish the steamed buns. The hot soy milk had also cooled down. Fu Qingzhou sat up and down. Just saying goodbye to these people gave him the illusion that he had been going around in circles at the dinner table for the past two days.

When he picked up the cold soy milk reluctantly, he heard footsteps beside him again.

Fu Qingzhou sighed heavily, put down the bowl of soy milk, and prepared to get up.

"Why, are you so unhappy with me when you see me?"

Before he turned around, he heard Qiu Chan's voice.

He was startled, and saw Qiu Chan sitting down at the table carelessly, reaching out to grab one of the few remaining buns in the drawer and putting it into her mouth.

"Hey!" Tang Jiao said anxiously: "This is for my elder brother..."

"mean."

Qiu Chan rolled her eyes at her and said, "Can your brother really starve to death over a bun?"

Having said that, she began to chew it without any hesitation.

Seeing that it was her, Fu Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, took a big gulp of soy milk, and then slowly asked, "Will you go to Luoyi with us later?"

"What about the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Conference?" Qiu Chan pouted: "I won't participate."

Fu Qingzhou exclaimed, "Why? You are so powerful, why don't you go and have some fun? Your sword talisman alone is enough to give others a hard time. Even weaker Sixth Realm masters may not be able to get away with you, right?"

"Hehe...it has nothing to do with this."

Qiu Chan smiled softly: "Our Ziqi Xianfeng Temple and Wulin League don't have such a good relationship. Jiang Mengzhu wants to establish a big banner in the martial arts world, and Master will not play along with him - without the participation of disciples from our big sects, how convincing can his Qianlong Baijie Conference be?"

Fu Qingzhou immediately became curious: "The Wulin Alliance is pretty good, isn't it? What's the matter? Do you have any grudges?"

"It's hard to say whether it's a grudge or not." Qiu Chan grabbed another bun and swallowed it in one gulp under Tang Jiao's angry and dissatisfied eyes. She puffed her cheeks and said, "But why should they have the final say on the ranking of young heroes in the martial arts world?"

After hearing this, Fu Qingzhou understood.

It's just a struggle between the big sects.

Everyone wants to be the boss, so naturally no one will submit to anyone else; everyone hopes their brothers are good, but brothers cannot be too good.

Just because you haven't gotten over it privately doesn't mean you're old brothers... When you're in trouble you can join forces to fight the enemy, but if you suddenly say you want to be a righteous leader, don't blame your brothers for stabbing you in the back.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "If you don't want to come, then don't come. I'm not that interested anyway. I'm just going to deliver the ashes. What are you going to do next?"

"Let's go back to the temple."

Qiu Chan rolled her eyes at him in a charming manner: "Do you know how much punishment I will receive if I steal the Immortal Prison Formula for you?"

Fu Qingzhou held his forehead helplessly: "Big sister, please don't be so ambiguous, I don't believe that you can steal the number one trap array magic weapon in your sect. Master Baihe has long wanted to deal with Fanyin Temple, and she must have agreed to this!"

"Hmph, boring."

Qiu Chan curled her lips and said, "It is true that Master allowed me to bring the Immortal Prison Formula, but I violated the sect rules when I went down the mountain without permission. I will definitely have to kneel for ten days or half a month when I return."

"Oh, that's great." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile, "It's a good opportunity to temper my temper."

Qiu Chan was furious and grabbed the last bun in the drawer.

As the noise was going on, a somewhat nervous voice came from behind Fu Qingzhou: "Qing, Qing brother?"

When I turned around, it was Li Qing.

He stood not far away cautiously, with a little girl who looked about twelve or thirteen years old behind him, blinking her big eyes and poking her head out.

"Someone's here to see you again. I'll leave first." Qiu Chan swallowed the steamed bun in one gulp, clapped her hands and said, "See you later."

She stood up and smiled at Tang Jiao, "Little sister, don't forget it."

Tang Jiao turned her head: "Humph!"

Fu Qingzhou: “?”

He didn't know what the two women had said in private, and he didn't bother to ask. He stood up, walked closer to Li Qing, and smiled: "Are you here?"

"Ah."

Li Qing smiled awkwardly: "Brother Qing, I didn't know you were so powerful before. Not only was you a disciple of the world's largest sect, but you are also a brother of the young leader who is respected by everyone. Even the head of the sect calls you a benefactor..."

"Oh, why are you talking about this?" Fu Qingzhou hugged his neck affectionately and glanced at the little girl behind him: "Is this your sister?"

"Yes."

Li Qing lowered his head and called to his sister, "Xiao Yue, call someone."

"Um..." The little girl looked at Fu Qingzhou and called out timidly, "Brother Qing."

"Hahaha, what a cute little girl." Fu Qingzhou smiled and touched the little girl's head, then looked at Li Qing: "What are your plans next?"

"That young leader said that the Wulin Alliance might be able to remove the hidden dangers that Fanyin Temple left on me." Li Qing whispered, "I also want to go and see, but now that my great revenge has been achieved, I still want to take Xiaoyue back to my hometown first, go to my brother's grave and say goodbye to him."

"That's fine." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile, "I have to go to Luoyi later, too. Check the time and come before August 15th. I have some face from your brother Qing now, so I can make some arrangements for you and ensure that you and your sister live a good life."

After a few words, Li Qing's smile became much more natural: "Okay, then I'll leave it to Brother Qing!"

"Thank you, Brother Qing." Even his sister Xiaoyue said sweetly.

At this moment, a window on the second floor of the inn not far away opened and Wu Changfeng's head poked out.

"Brother Fu!"

He shouted: "Pack up, it's time to set off!"

(End of this chapter)