Xuanxia

Chapter 242 Face
"Huh...huh..."

Yue Heng fell in the carriage, his mouth wide open, and fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Qingzhou sat in the car with his arms folded, while Tang Jiao leaned beside him, deftly removing her disguise.

"Big brother."

She lowered her voice cautiously: "This carriage driver is from the Lan family. I will remove my makeup in the carriage. Is that okay?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Don't worry, the problem will be solved in a moment."

Lan Hongjun was quite efficient. He sent money and a car right away in order to get Yue Heng out of Hengfeng City as soon as possible. Anyway, Yue Heng stayed here to save money, so I'll give you money and you just get out of here and stop bothering me.

Fu Qingzhou was also very straightforward. He got into the carriage carrying Yue Heng on his back. Tang Jiao followed closely behind. After the carriage left the city, Fu Qingzhou greeted her through the window, and she also got into the carriage.

"The problem will be solved in a moment?"

Tang Jiao scratched her head, then her eyes focused, she understood something, and whispered: "Brother is saying that Master Lan will send people to kill us!"

"It's probably close to ten."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "The most important thing for disciples from such aristocratic families is their face. Just now in the city, he let us go because he cared about his face, but for the sake of his face, he will not allow people like us to continue to exist."

"We jumped on his face and mocked him. If he lets us go, where will his family's reputation be?"

As they were talking, the carriage rumbled forward, and looking at the scenery outside the window, we could see that we had indeed left Hengfeng City.

But the carriage did not go far on the official road before it turned into a small road.

Fu Qingzhou winked at Tang Jiao: "Look, it's coming."

Tang Jiao giggled: "Brother, you are so smart~"

Seeing the carriage going further and further away and driving into a dense forest, the two men didn't care at all. They even took out dry food from their bags and started to eat. After all, they were busy until midnight last night and got up early in the morning, so they hadn't had breakfast yet.

In the dense forest, the bumpy carriage slowed down and finally stopped completely.

"Take good care of Brother Yue."

Fu Qingzhou smiled at Tang Jiao and got out of the carriage.

The driver had disappeared, and no one knew where he had gone. The shadows of the trees were swaying, the sunlight was fragmented, and the cicadas were chirping. However, there was a solemn and murderous air in the wind, the dew, and the smell of the moist earth.

“This place is pretty good.”

Fu Qingzhou stretched and jumped off the carriage.

When Tang Jiao got on the car, she brought their luggage, which naturally included his weapons.

At this moment, he was carrying a large bow on his back, a long sword on his waist, and a wave-cutting knife on his back. How could he look like the ordinary person who was beaten up in the city just now?

The dense forest was filled with a solemn atmosphere. Perhaps the killer in ambush noticed something was wrong and became hesitant.

But just a moment later, Fu Qingzhou heard a very subtle and low voice coming from a distance.

"put!"

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, dozens of sounds of breaking through the air were heard in the air, and countless arrows, whose trajectories were difficult to capture with the naked eye, came from the depths of the dense forest!

Fu Qingzhou smiled.

"Since I came down the mountain, no one has ever used a bow and arrow or a hidden weapon against me. I haven't really used the Falling Feather Arrow move I learned on the mountain yet!"

The next moment, his hand was like a shadow, he had taken off the big bow on his back and pulled the string to its full length in his hand.

The so-called falling feather arrow is to judge the trajectory of hidden weapons and arrows through sounds, wind flow, spiritual fluctuations and other signs, and then shoot an arrow to shoot it down.

This is not a particularly advanced archery skill, but compared to directly using cultivation to crush the opponent, archery can make this technique more precise and magical.

Fu Qingzhou jumped up on the spot and spun around.

During this process, more than a dozen arrows were missing from his quiver.

The sound of the strings was like the rapid playing of a zither; the chirping of cicadas and birds in the woods stopped instantly due to the solemn atmosphere.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
A series of crisp explosion sounds were heard. Those were the arrows shot by Fu Qingzhou that accurately shattered every arrow shot towards the carriage!
But... not only that. The next moment, screams rang out from all around the dense forest, followed by the sound of people falling to the ground one after another.

"Oops..."

Fu Qingzhou faintly heard someone commanding: "Hurry up!"

Soon, the sound of soft and rustling footsteps could be heard around the woods. There were many and urgent footsteps, approaching quickly.

Fu Qingzhou blinked, pulled the bow, turned slowly, aimed in a certain direction, ignored the assassins who were about to rush in front of him, and shot an arrow.

The arrow flew through the air with a swish.

"Well!"

The commander in the distance cried out in pain.

Hearing the cry of pain, the killers seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said loudly: "Stop! Look carefully at where I shot - every arrow I shot went through your left forearm and avoided the tendon!"

"If I wanted to kill someone, you would have died long ago!"

His voice exploded like thunder, not only was it heard from far away, but it also caused a young man on the top of a distant hill to groan and take three steps back.

The young man lowered his head and glanced at his left hand - the arrow had indeed pierced through his left forearm, but had not injured his tendons, bones or muscles. Apart from the pain and bleeding, it did not affect his movement at all.

Looking at the archers around him who had just been shot down, they had already climbed up from the ground. Every one of them, like himself, had been accurately pierced through the left forearm.

The woods were completely silent.

After a while, the young man shouted, "Who are you?!"

"I'm Fu Qingzhou."

Fu Qingzhou stood beside the carriage and said from a distance, "Disciple of Wuwei Temple."

The young man frowned slightly. He... seemed to have never heard of this name.

"Have not heard?"

Fu Qingzhou's voice came again, and he said with a smile: "It's okay, you are not from the martial arts world, so it's normal that you don't know. Go back and ask around, and you will definitely know - Master Lan sent you to kill me because he lost face. Now, he doesn't have to worry."

"Being offended and ridiculed by an unknown scholar is indeed a huge loss of face. I have to get back at him."

“But now, things have changed.”

"Yue Heng is not an ordinary unknown scholar. He is my Fu Qingzhou's brother, so he is also a friend of Wuwei Temple. Although the Lan family is strong, we still have to give some face to Wuwei Temple."

"Master Lan handled the minor conflict at the poetry gathering very well. Master Lan beat up Yan and compensated him for the trouble. Now that you want to kill us, I can pretend that you are not guilty of ignorance. I will only injure you but not kill you."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and smiled: "If it were any other day, I wouldn't give you this face if you wanted to kill someone - it's just that I promised someone else that I'm here to mediate the conflict."

"You better take my advice."

On the top of the hill, the young man lowered his head.

Silence, hesitation.

At this time, a middle-aged man slowly came behind him and frowned, "Achen, you are not scared, are you?"

"This person is at most in the fifth realm. Although his archery skills are superb, it is hard to say what will happen if someone gets close to him... If we don't kill them, how can we explain to you, young master?"

The young man called Achen finally shook his head.

"Do not."

He whispered, "Let's go."

The middle-aged man glared: "You?!"

"I'll take care of the young master." Ah Chen covered the wound on his left hand and said calmly, "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)