Xuanxia

Chapter 368 Fatal Order

"Chase, a hunt order?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't react for a moment: "Is it a wanted order issued by the government?"

"No." Qiu Chan, who was standing by, had already reacted and explained, "He must have offended someone in the underworld, and someone issued a hunting order for him. By the way, who is this Wu Yan?"

She hadn't heard much about the killer.

Fu Qingzhou turned his head with a strange look on his face: "He is the assassin of Xiyu Pavilion."

"Ah?" Qiu Chan was stunned: "The assassin from Xiyu Pavilion? Someone issued a hunting order?"

Yuan Ziping was also a little stunned: "How is this possible? Isn't Xiyu Pavilion the most powerful assassin organization in the world? No one they targeted survived. Who would dare to hunt down their people?"

Fu Qingzhou blinked and said, "It's okay. Since it has nothing to do with us, let's just watch the fun - let's get off the car."

"You want to get involved?"

In his mind, the smoker asked lazily.

"Why would I get involved?" Fu Qingzhou responded with a smile in his heart, "The people ambushing here are using the same methods as Wu Yan did back then. They are basically from Xiyu Pavilion. This is an internal matter of the assassin organization. Why should I get involved? I'm just here to watch the fun."

"I'm just curious, what did Wu Yan do? How could Xiyu Pavilion want to deal with him and cause such a commotion?"

As they were talking, they had already jumped off the carriage.

This inn…at first glance, there’s nothing particularly special about it, except that there are a lot more “killers” in the lobby.

Fu Qingzhou instantly determined that these people were not assassins from Xiyu Pavilion.

They are too conspicuous.

Although he did not have much contact with Xiyu Pavilion, from the past few encounters, he knew that Xiyu Pavilion would never be like these people, pretending to be ordinary drinkers, talking and laughing loudly, but hiding daggers in their boots and belts, and short crossbows in their sleeves.

Not to mention that they were full of murderous intent and showed no signs of restraint. A glance from these people would make even the most vicious dog run away with its tail between its legs, and even the most naughty child would not dare to make trouble.

Anyone with a little bit of vision can immediately tell what they are doing.

And those assassins from Xiyu Pavilion who were actually lying in ambush nearby...

Fu Qingzhou looked around following his sensation.

No one was seen.

You know where they are, and you can't even find them!

No wonder Xiyu Pavilion is the strongest killer organization. The quality and ability of the killers are far superior to those scattered killers in the world.

"Brother, look at this!"

At this time, Tang Jiao called out.

Fu Qingzhou and Qiu Chan followed and saw a piece of white paper pasted on the door of the inn, with Wu Yan's appearance drawn on it in fine brushwork.

There is a line of small words below.

"This man's name is Wu Yan, a killer removed from Xiyu Pavilion. Xiyu Pavilion has now issued a hunting order. Anyone who takes this man's life will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver!"

A bounty of ten thousand taels?

Fu Qingzhou smacked his lips.

How generous... This amount of money is enough to hire some well-known masters to deal with some big shots!
What on earth did Wu Yan do?
Qiu Chan also asked the same question: "What did this man do that made the entire Xiyu Pavilion want to kill him? And even offer a bounty?"

"Lao Yuan."

Fu Qingzhou turned around and called out, "Have you heard anything on your way here?"

"Haha, no." Yuan Ziping chuckled, "I've only seen this wanted order a few times on the street - but once we get to the capital, I'm afraid we won't see it anymore. The rules outside the city are lax, and the capital won't allow such a blatant wanted order to appear."

Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly.

"Brother, then tell me, why do they have to wait for Wu Yan like this?" Tang Jiao also asked: "Could it be that he will definitely come here?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Who cares? We are just here to stay in the hotel. These things have nothing to do with us."

Yuan Ziping was startled: "Sir, do you still want to live here?"

"Yes."

Fu Qingzhou stretched lazily: "Since it has nothing to do with us, what are we afraid of?"

After saying that, he led the way into the inn.

As for Tang Jiao, since her elder brother was around, it naturally didn't matter to her and she followed closely with a smile.

Qiu Chan was a fearless person. She followed Tang Jiao hand in hand, chatting and laughing.

Yuan Ziping sighed helplessly.

He knew that his boss' son was a top-notch young expert in the martial arts world, but he wondered if this was a bit too arrogant...

But since the boss had spoken, he had no choice but to unload his luggage from the carriage and follow.

The four of them walked through the lobby of the inn. The assassins who were lying in ambush followed them for a few steps and then moved away. Despite this, the lobby was still full of murderous aura, and the hot blood of murderous intent was faintly surging. As soon as Yuan Ziping, who was walking at the end, entered the hall, the hair on his arms stood up uncontrollably.

Fu Qingzhou and the others in front of them, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware and were still discussing what would have happened if Tang Jiao hadn't messed with the previous card...

When the innkeeper saw them, he gave a helpless smile and said, "Sir, there are no rooms left."

"No, I know you have a house."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "These people are not staying at the hotel anyway. If they are scared, I'm afraid no one will dare to come to your place. Your room must be empty."

As soon as he said this, the "drinkers" in the lobby around him glared at him with ill intentions.

The shopkeeper's hands trembled, and he sighed deeply: "Don't, don't, sir, why don't you go find another inn, don't, don't get into trouble here..."

Snapped.

Fu Qingzhou put down a bag of silver coins and said, "Even if you have money, it won't work?"

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This, this is not about money..."

Fu Qingzhou sneered.

But this sneer was not directed at the shopkeeper, but turned to the killers in the lobby.

"If you want to hunt and kill, just do it. Why are you affecting other people's business?" He said coldly, "Are you afraid that someone will ruin your business? You don't even have this much confidence, and you want to imitate others and become a killer?"

The shopkeeper was shocked: "Sir! Please don't talk nonsense..."

The next second, the sound of slamming tables could be heard in the lobby!
The killers stood up in uproar and shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

"You're so impatient?" Qiu Chan fanned the flames, "You guys still want to make a lot of money like this? Don't worry, we can just watch the fun and do what you need to do."

Her nonchalant attitude caused the assassins to glare at her angrily. At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly whispered, "Is that young man the Hidden Dragon Fu Qingzhou?"

Fu Qingzhou yawned.

His personal characteristics are actually quite obvious.

He is not carrying the big bow now, and Yuan Ziping is holding it for him. Although it is not conspicuous, it is easy to recognize.

Of course, the long sword was hung at the waist - it was no longer an ordinary long sword, but a sword made by Feng Ren using the high-grade forging materials as a reward from the Qianlong Hundred Outstanding People Conference.

The forging material was called black sand iron, and it was said that a fist-sized piece was worth hundreds of taels. Feng Ren used it to forge a long sword that suited Fu Qingzhou's hand feel, arm length, and height, and named it "Splitting Cloud", which was the same name as the Cutting Wave Sword.

He had a bow and a sword, and looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. He could talk and laugh freely in the face of murderous intent, so it was easy to judge his identity.

Fu Qingzhou smiled, but his smile was a little cold, and he bowed to everyone in the hall: "I am Fu Qingzhou, and I have no intention of arguing with you. I just hope you don't affect the shopkeeper's small business."

"I only have one hobby, which is to fight for justice... Therefore, I hope you will give me some favors."

After hearing his admission of identity, the hall fell silent.

The killers looked at each other, and the murderous intent in their bodies gradually faded.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

In the past, many people in the world had heard of the name "Fu Qingzhou", but it had never been as popular as it is today.

Qianlong... this is a strong man who has defeated countless famous young masters! Not only that, more than a month ago, he also helped the Wulin League repel the Beiyi Great Shaman!

This kind of person, can't afford to offend...

"Humph... In that case, let's keep out of each other's way!"

The assassins said angrily: "Even if they start fighting, you better stay away!"

Tang Jiao glanced at Fu Qingzhou, and before he could speak, she said coldly, "If other people want to stay at the hotel, you can't stop them."

"You!" The killers glared at him, but eventually suppressed their anger, waved their hands and sat back in their seats.

Seeing this, Tang Jiao turned her head and smiled sweetly at Fu Qingzhou.

After this little episode, the shopkeeper naturally realized that these people were unusual, and without saying a word, he quickly arranged rooms for them.

"Son."

After helping to put the luggage in the room, Yuan Ziping whispered to Fu Qingzhou, "They are gathered here, most likely Wu Yan will be here soon. I will sleep in the carriage tonight, just in case. If anything happens, I will warn you."

Fu Qingzhou did not refuse and patted his shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, Lao Yuan."

Yuan Ziping responded with a smile, then turned around and went downstairs.

Fu Qingzhou lived in a room by himself. He stretched, walked to the window, opened it, and breathed in the fresh air.

But at this moment, he suddenly glanced and saw a room next door.

The window there was also open, and a very thin, fair-skinned, very beautiful woman was lying by the window, half of her body sticking out, looking into the distance with a pair of innocent... even somewhat foolish and confused big eyes.

"This is?"

Fu Qingzhou was stunned: "Before we came, wasn't there anyone staying in the inn? Who is this woman?"

(End of this chapter)