Xuanxia

Chapter 313 Traceability
"Junior brother! Junior brother! What are you doing? Stealing some wine to drink?"

In a hazy trance, Fu Qingzhou heard the voice of a young and unrestrained boy.

He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't control his body and didn't know where he was.

Then, another young man's voice was heard, but this voice was much lower and calmer: "Brother, go by yourself. I want to understand what is in this book."

The picture gradually became clear, and Fu Qingzhou saw clearly everything "in front of him".

He didn't seem to be a person, but some kind of object, lying quietly on the table.

This is a small house with candles burning on the table and heavy snow falling outside the window.

Sitting at the table was a Taoist boy in his teens. He had a stern face, holding a tattered book, and looked extremely serious.

The appearance of this young Taoist priest...

Fu Qingzhou felt that he looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

Until another young Taoist also strode to the table, sat down on the table, reached out and snatched the book, and said with a smile: "What the hell are you reading? Even my father can't understand this thing. You are a little brat who hasn't even reached the fourth realm, and you still want to understand it?"

This young man who came later... looked so ugly.

Fu Qingzhou recognized him immediately because of his messy hair, messy yellow teeth, and two triangular eyes, one larger than the other.

Green pine nuts?
The other person is...

"Xiaolong, stop looking. What can be better than drinking?"

The young Qing Songzi smiled at the young Taoist who was frowning and looking dissatisfied at the table and said, "You don't know, today someone from the imperial court came and they wanted to invite my father to be a swordsman. They begged him for a long time and sent him many gifts, including a lot of good wine!"

"My father said that this is the wine that the emperor drinks! Don't you want to try it?"

Fu Qingzhou was slightly stunned.

He "looked" at the young Taoist priest - Long Dabei, and wanted to say something, but at this moment he couldn't even figure out what he was. He seemed to have no body and unable to speak, like a ghost still in a dream.

"The Emperor's wine?"

Long Dabei shook his head and said, "How many rare materials and gold and silver are needed to brew such wine? They are all squeezed from the blood and tears of the people. If I were in their place, I would rather trade this wine for money and return the money to the people."

Qing Songzi listened and immediately curled his lips: "What a spoiler! You are not an official, why do you care about these things?"

"You and I are also common people."

Long Dabei was still very dissatisfied, and clearly wanted to argue. He frowned and said, "We are just lucky enough to become disciples of the True Immortal Palace and live a life without worries about food and clothing, but we are not out of this world, so why can't we care about the world?"

Qing Songzi clearly found it boring and threw the book he had just taken back on the table: "Then you should practice. When you become powerful, you can move mountains and fill the sea with just a wave of your hand, and then go help others."

"That's right." Long Dabei said seriously, "I am just about to practice, so Senior Brother, please don't disturb me anymore."

As he said this, he picked up the book again and began to read it carefully.

Qing Songzi was so angry that he was fuming. He said angrily, "It's boring! You are so boring! I'll ask my junior sister to accompany me!"

After saying that, he jumped off the table and walked away angrily with a wave of his sleeves. The movement of his sleeves was not too big or too small, but it just happened to knock the Taoist bun on Long Dabei's head crooked.

Long Dabei straightened his hair bun helplessly and turned his attention back to the book.

There were no words on the cover of the book, and Fu Qingzhou didn't know what book it was. He just looked at the young man Long Dabi.

At this time, the man who would become the common enemy of the world was still very young, no more than twelve or thirteen years old. In Qingsongzi's words, he was still a "little brat who had not yet reached the four borders."

But even so, the eyes of the young Long Dabei clearly showed the compassion he would have in the future.

His slightly furrowed brows and calm eyes make it seem like he will never be happy and will always have endless worries.

"This is Long Dabei who has not yet practiced the Qi Ran Jue."

Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "He was like this when he was young..." After a long while, Long Dabei seemed a little tired of reading. After rubbing his eyebrows, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked at "Fu Qingzhou".

Then he extended his hand.

Fu Qingzhou: “?”

"So…what am I now?"

He vaguely remembered that he was dragged into this dream by Onan after being cast into some strange witchcraft.

But at this time, this "consciousness" was fading away little by little, and he really wanted to stay here, to look back at the past and to see what "he" really was.
But just as the young man Long Dabai's hand grabbed it, the picture became blurred again, and the dream, or memory, began to shake, distort, and change.

When Fu Qingzhou came to his senses, everything around him had changed.

……

He was in a cave, with constant clanging sounds and the walls of the cave engraved with various deep and shallow words.

At this moment, he was still quietly placed in the corner. Several oil lamps were crackling in the cave. A figure had his back to him, waving a sledgehammer in his hand, and was hitting something.

This place...Fu Qingzhou remembers it.

He once mistakenly entered a strange treasure place in his dream, and this was the place...

Not long after, when the figure turned slightly, Fu Qingzhou finally saw her appearance clearly.

Yes...it's a woman.

She was dressed simply, without gorgeous silks or complicated embroidery, only rough linen. Her face and hair were covered with traces of dust, and it looked like she had not washed for a long, long time.

There was something strange in her eyes, revealing some kind of indescribable obsession and madness.

A piece of pitch-black iron was held in her hand. There was no anvil or fire. She just used her internal energy to heat the iron block in her hand until it was red hot. Then she placed the iron block on the ground, swung the hammer again, and hit it hard.

Time passed little by little, and the woman kept repeating this action. The shape of the iron block did not seem to change at all under her repeated hammering. She did not feel tired or irritated, and continued to hammer.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman seemed to remember something.

She finally put down the iron block and the sledgehammer, turned around and walked towards "Fu Qingzhou".

The woman's eyes were shining with excitement and obsession. She stretched out her hand to him and whispered, "I am right, I must be right. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and I will succeed... I will definitely succeed..."

The next moment, the scene changed again.

……

This is a very long river.

The river was turbulent and Fu Qingzhou was floating in it, drifting with the current.

But this time... he is no longer an object.

He felt like a fish, except that he could not control his body. The river water was too fast and too fierce, and he had no ability to struggle. He could only barely move his fins in the water and dodge the suddenly appearing reefs.

Suddenly, a big hand reached into the river and pulled him out.

"Hahahaha!"

He heard a rough voice laughing, "After waiting for so many years, it's finally here! It's..."

What is it?
do not know.

Because just as the second half of the sentence was about to be uttered, a huge black fist suddenly fell from the sky and smashed all the images!
The sky and earth twisted, the rushing river shattered, and a soldier's head with billowing black smoke popped out from the sky, roaring anxiously and wildly like a smoker: "Fu boy! That's not you! Don't listen to it, don't believe it!"

Fu Qingzhou was shocked. Before he could react, the black man's fist began to dance wildly like a windmill, smashing all the pictures and scenes around him!
A strong feeling of dizziness came over me, and these memory scenes were like muddied water, spreading out countless ripples, and everything was shattered and dissipated in these ripples.

(End of this chapter)