Xuanxia

Chapter 29: I have nothing to do with it?

It was already dusk when Fu Qingzhou and Kua Ye supported each other and slowly walked back to the village of Wandu Mountain, but they did not see corpses and sea of ​​blood all over the mountain.

On the contrary, it seemed as if nothing had happened in the village. The disciples were practicing martial arts in the square and people were walking back and forth on the village roads.

Of course, Fu Qingzhou was not particularly surprised.

On the way back, he had heard from Kua Ye that this was a kind of tacit understanding between the warring parties.

You can fight, but you can’t destroy the foundation of Wandu Mountain.

Although there are die-hard followers of the sect leader and the elders in this mountain, in the final analysis, most of them are disciples with excellent aptitudes and talents selected from the surrounding Miao villages. They know nothing and just practice day after day.

Therefore, even if the two sides want to fight, they will not each lead dozens or hundreds of disciples to fight in the center of the village until blood flows everywhere, and they will not involve those unsuspecting disciples.

Their fight to the death took place somewhere else, and when the winner was decided, most of the disciples would only know that the sect leader had been replaced, but they would not know what happened behind the scenes.

"so……"

Fu Qingzhou asked: "What else do you need me to do next?"

"No need." Quaye responded, "Your mission has been completed."

"finished?"

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

Kua Ye grinned at him: "Yes, you delayed Elder Nian and prevented him from releasing Long Dabei immediately, forcing him to send out some elite personnel to track down your identity and investigate whether there were people from the imperial court ambushing outside the mountain. Today, he sent a group of disciples to kill you..."

"Your greatest role is to divert their attention. Now that this matter has been completed, you can go back and rest."

Fu Qingzhou laughed dryly, feeling a sense of unreality.

But think about it, I am just an outsider after all, not to mention the real secret envoy of Mingjian Pavilion. If a fight really breaks out in Wandu Mountain, what will it have to do with me?

"What if you lose?" he asked.

Kua Ye smiled and said, "Then you can either pray for good luck or run away now."

"escape……"

Fu Qingzhou shook his head: "I came here and risked my life to act out a big show with you. Now the clues to the curse are still floating in the sky. How can I escape?"

"Then take a gamble and believe that we can win."

Kwaye patted his shoulder: "I'm going."

The wounds on his body were still bleeding, and he simply sprinkled some medicine powder on himself to remove the poison that his fellow disciples had given him. He was still very weak, but he still managed to wave his hand and turned to leave.

Fu Qingzhou did not follow, and the following battle in Wandu Mountain was no longer his business.

He shook his head and turned to walk towards his residence.

Inside the small stilt house, Tang Jiao was sitting uneasily at the table, holding the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and Fu Qingzhou, covered in blood, stumbled in. He was shirtless, and the wound on his shoulder caused by Meng Zhugang was so deep that the bone was visible. His body was also covered with snake fang marks and many other deep and shallow knife marks.

"Big brother!"

Tang Jiao's pupils shrank and she stood up suddenly.

Fu Qingzhou waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and sat down at the table: "Have you finished what I asked you to do?"

"Yeah!" Tang Jiao nodded vigorously.

Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Very good...By the way, can you sew wounds?"

"Sew, sew the wound?" Tang Jiao opened her mouth wide.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Uh, you know how to sew clothes, right?"

Tang Jiao nodded stiffly: "Yes, yes..."

"That's fine." Fu Qingzhou raised his chin: "Go get the needle and thread, I'll teach you." Tang Jiao quickly took out the needle and thread, and under his guidance, she sterilized the needle with candlelight, and then inserted it into the flesh on both sides of the wound.

At first her hands were shaking badly, but when she realized that her inaccurate and unsteady insertion would only cause Fu Qingzhou more pain, she bit her lips and forced herself to insert the needle accurately and steadily... Of course, the speed would just be slower.

"Tang Jiao."

Fu Qingzhou looked at Tang Jiao, who was lying on his shoulder and carefully stitching up the knife wound, and said, "Help me sew up the wound, and you'd better leave Wandu Mountain."

Tang Jiao's hands trembled slightly: "Brother, I won't leave."

"Not really." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "We haven't known each other for two days. If you say you are completely devoted to me, I don't believe it."

"...Tell me first, why do you want to chase me away?" Tang Jiao had tears in her eyes, but her expression was very stubborn, and she did not stop sewing in her hands.

Fu Qingzhou was startled, then smiled helplessly: "There may be changes next. If we are unlucky, a group of people will come to kill me in a few hours. If you stay with me, you will die too."

Tang Jiao asked again: "Why doesn't Big Brother leave?"

Fu Qingzhou lowered his head and took a look at the curse mark on his palm.

"I want to take a gamble."

He said calmly: "And I won't sit there and wait for death. Even if they really lose, I will find a way to survive."

Tang Jiao bit her lip and said, "Then I'm still not leaving."

Fu Qingzhou looked at her curiously: "Why?"

"I have nowhere to go." Tang Jiao lowered her head and said, "Besides... other men in the village just want to take off my clothes, but you, brother, asked me to put my clothes on."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head helplessly: "I'm not the only good person in the world. You might die if you stay here. If something happens, I can't say I can save you."

"fine."

Tang Jiao smiled sadly. She was obviously a teenage girl, but her smile seemed to have a sense of vicissitudes. "It is God's blessing that I can live to this day. It would be a blessing if I can die cleanly...but I can never return to Beijing."

Fu Qingzhou was silent.

The sewing needle passed through his wound flesh, causing a slight stinging pain from time to time, but Tang Jiao's technique was very careful and she blew gently on the wound from time to time, so the whole process was not actually very painful.

"alright."

Finally, he said slowly: "Then you stay."

Tang Jiao's face lit up with joy. Before she could say anything, Fu Qingzhou said solemnly, "But you can't have the heart to die. Living is more important than anything else... If something really happens, you must do whatever I tell you to do!"

"Ok!"

Tang Jiao nodded heavily, her eyes full of joy.

Soon, all the wounds on Fu Qingzhou's body were sutured. Tang Jiao then fetched a basin of hot water and carefully wiped the blood from the edges of his wounds.

"If you continue like this, I will really be corrupted and become a playboy." Fu Qingzhou said with a wry smile.

Tang Jiao smiled sweetly, her face slightly reddened: "Big brother is much more handsome than the young masters in Beijing, he should have been a young master."

Under the candlelight, the two chatted with each other and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed.

But at this moment, Fu Qingzhou's expression suddenly tensed up.

He took the clothes handed to him by Tang Jiao and put them on, made a "hush" gesture, carefully approached the door and drew the dagger from his waist.

But before he could react, the door was slammed open!
Fu Qingzhou subconsciously wanted to swing his knife first, but the next moment, he saw clearly who was coming - it was Hua Xiaolan?

With a snap, Hua Xiaolan grabbed his wrist and said anxiously, "Hurry! Follow me!"

There was residual blood on her face and her expression was very nervous. There was a strange fragrance on her body, and her bare feet were covered with scratches from stones. It seemed that she had just experienced something and had been running all the way here.

(End of this chapter)