Xuanxia

Chapter 322 Hard Days of Drug Testing
"Um, Master Fu."

Zhuang Zhenglin, a disciple of the Wulin League, stood beside Fu Qingzhou's bed, holding the medicine soup, looking a little reluctant: "This is today's medicine."

Fu Qingzhou's face was twisted into a ball with discomfort: "What's going on today?"

"do not know……"

Zhuang Zhenglin smiled bitterly and said, "Master Wu only told me to record your reaction after taking the medicine truthfully. I don't know anything else."

Fu Qingzhou sighed, made up his mind, took the bowl of soup and drank it all in one gulp!

The bitter and spicy medicinal soup burned his throat as he took a sip. His whole body seemed to be on fire instantly, and his skin turned red like a cooked lobster. Sweat poured out, but it also evaporated as it poured out.

"Water! Water!"

With a hoarse voice, he stretched out his hand to Zhuang Zhenglin with difficulty.

But Zhuang Zhenglin took a step back, covered his face and said, "Young Master Fu, Master Wu said that before you have completely digested the medicine, you cannot let anything enter your mouth, so as to avoid errors in the drug testing."

Fu Qingzhou collapsed, covered his throat, and rolled around on the bed in pain.

Seven or eight days have passed since Wu Lian came to see him.

During these days, Tang Jiao, Qiu Chan, Yuan Zhen, and Ning Wushu all came to see him.

These people were also slightly injured...

Fu Qingzhou was extremely ashamed that he had crushed Tang Jiao's spiritual sword, but when Tang Jiao arrived, he was not unhappy at all, but was extremely happy!
"Brother, do you know that Master Feng Ren said that there was something wrong with the way I forged the spiritual sword! The ancient sword forging method recorded in Wuwei Temple has been improved a lot now!"

"During this time, you should take good care of your injuries. Jiaojiao will stay in the Wulin Alliance. I will follow Master Feng Ren to reforge the spirit sword. I will be even more powerful in the future!"

Tang Jiao, who was full of energy, made Fu Qingzhou feel much better.

The injuries she suffered in that battle were not serious and she recovered within a few days.

Qiu Chan was fine, and her injuries had long since healed, but as she said, she was now relying on Fu Qingzhou...

So, after making sure that Fu Qingzhou was able to speak and sit up, she would come and take a look around from time to time.

What are you doing here? Nothing, just teasing him.

In her words, it is...

"Although I only have one mouth, I can also eat more money from the Wulin Alliance every day! It can weaken the Wulin Alliance and bully you at the same time. It's such a good thing, I don't want to leave~"

Ning Wushu only came here once.

She came and went like the wind, still as swift and resolute as ever. She came quickly and left quickly, leaving only two words behind.

"I will not forget what I promised you. Mannar is temporarily imprisoned in Luoyi Prison, awaiting your interrogation... After you have finished the interrogation, I will take him to the capital."

"Don't make me wait too long. The Great Shaman of the Northern Barbarians is acting this way. I'm afraid that war in the northern border will break out soon."

As for Yuan Zhen, he came to say goodbye.

He simply glanced at Fu Qingzhou, reminded him not to forget to look for the Buddha's robe and the blood cicada, and then left.

Yes, he no longer participated in the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Conference. According to him, he came here only to confirm whether Fu Qingzhou was trustworthy and could be entrusted with important matters. Now that everything has been settled and Fu Qingzhou no longer needs help, he will go back to Jinchan Temple to look for evidence that Huixin and Huijue had made a mistake.

Then, it was Murong Yu... who came once.

With his low level of cultivation, he did not even appear at the siege of Huoyal. According to him, he had placed an order with Xiyu Pavilion and requested them to send people to assist, but... Xiyu Pavilion did not respond.

That's true. You want to assassinate a clone of a powerful Xuanxing? Can you afford the price?
So, when Murong Yu came to visit, he only did one thing, which was to thank Fu Qingzhou solemnly.

The Northern Barbarians' strength suffered a great loss this time, and Manar was also captured. This was enough to cross out many people from the Murong family's blood feud list.

Fu Qingzhou never saw the others again.

According to Qiu Chan, Wu Changfeng was stabbed by him and his internal organs were injured. He needs to rest for a while. Murong Xuan and Kua Ye were injured more seriously. The mysterious power damaged the foundation of their cultivation. They will have to lie down for at least ten days or half a month. They were still unconscious during the few days when Fu Qingzhou woke up.

I will not describe the rest of my acquaintances one by one... Of course, that was mainly because Qiu Chan was too lazy to ask for him.

"Mr. Fu, how is it?"

Beside the bed, Zhuang Zhenglin asked nervously, holding a small brush and a page of paper.

Fu Qingzhou grabbed his throat and said in pain: "Spicy... water..."

"Oh……"

Zhuang Zhenglin immediately picked up his pen and wrote: "Young Master Fu's mouth is dry, his tongue is hoarse, and his whole body is red like a cooked crab..."

Having written this, he asked again: "Do you feel hot? Or cold? Do you have any other feelings?" Fu Qingzhou was completely unable to respond to him and rolled around on the bed in discomfort.

So Zhuang Zhenglin nodded heavily and continued writing.

"…Just like putting a raw crab into a pot, it is hard to stop burning…"

After a full quarter of an hour, the effect of the medicine in Fu Qingzhou's body finally dissipated completely. He collapsed on the bed exhausted, his throat felt like it had been scraped by a knife, and the whole room was filled with heat from his body, like a sauna.

Zhuang Zhenglin wrote a few hundred words and finally finished it with satisfaction.

He gave a bitter smile and handed over a glass of water: "Young man, Master Wu said that you yourself promised him that you would give your life to Master Wu and let him experiment as he pleased."

Fu Qingzhou grabbed the water as if it were a life-saving straw and drank it all, but he was still not satisfied, so he handed the cup back and gestured for someone to bring him a glass.

After drinking another glass, he was finally able to speak: "Ah... I regret it."

Zhuang Zhenglin smiled helplessly: "Then Mr. Fu, please take good care of yourself. I will go report to Master Wu first."

Fu Qingzhou nodded with difficulty.

After Zhuang Zhenglin left, he gritted his teeth and got out of bed alone, opened all the doors and windows of the room to ventilate, and then tremblingly poured himself a few glasses of water and drank them all. Only then did he feel barely recovered.

After trying the medicine for a few days, he began to miss the itchy feeling all over his body that day.

On the first day, after taking the medicine, his whole body became stiff as iron and he couldn't even move a finger. He stayed stiff in bed for half a day before he finally recovered. After that, he couldn't bend his fingers for three hours.

On the second day, after testing the drug, he lost all five senses: he could not see, hear, smell, taste, or even touch. However, his consciousness was still active, and he seemed to be trapped in endless darkness. He almost suffered from claustrophobia.

The third day...

After these seven or eight days, Fu Qingzhou even began to doubt whether any torture in Dayan could be comparable to these medicinal soups? If these things were taken out, which little thief would not cry for his parents?
He struggled to move his tired, weak, and injured body and sat down in the small yard outside the house.

There is wind here, I can get some fresh air...

Just then, Tang Jiao's scream was heard from outside the yard.

"Oh, brother! You can't stand the wind! Why are you out here in the wind?"

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and saw Tang Jiao rushing over. Without asking any questions, she helped him up and walked into the house. Although the window was open, there was still a smell of steam from the sauna room. So Fu Qingzhou, who had just had time to take a breath, broke out in a sweat again...

“Ah, alas!”

Fu Qingzhou struggled and said, "Jiaojiao, it's okay, I'm fine..."

"Don't be careless!" Tang Jiao said with a stern face, forcibly helping him back to the bedside, and said seriously: "Listen to the doctor, the injury will heal faster!"

I listened to the doctor and my life almost died...

Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly twice, then gave up and stopped refutation.

"Why are you here again today?"

He asked, "Are you not going to work as a blacksmith with Master Feng?"

"Hey, take a break." Tang Jiao sat back at the table with a smile on her face, and looked at Fu Qingzhou, and said softly: "Brother, you know, although Alliance Leader Jiang has already announced that he will continue to hold the Hidden Dragon Hundred Outstanding Conference, everyone thinks that this champion must be you."

Fu Qingzhou spread his hands helplessly: "Just because I hurt everyone?"

"It's not your fault."

Tang Jiao pursed her lips and said, "Everyone saw it. It was that great shaman from the Northern Barbarians who controlled you. But no matter how powerful she is, you have to have the ability to defeat everyone."

"Besides you, who else can take the first place?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said nothing.

In fact, up to now, he is no longer interested in this so-called leader.

After all, the little prince of Beiyi has been captured, so it doesn’t matter whether he becomes the leader or not.

At this moment, a long shout suddenly came from outside the yard.

"The way of heaven is not accidental, what is destined by fate should not be lost;"

"If you abandon it lightly against your will, you may cause disasters that are beyond your control~"

Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao were startled and turned their heads to look, only to see the banished old gentleman who looked like an old charlatan... staggering and floating towards them.

(End of this chapter)