Xuanxia

Chapter 569 The Real World
Fu Qingzhou's eyes were focused, staring at the snowflakes falling from the sky, completely unaware that a crack had appeared on his forehead.

The crack grew bigger and bigger, and finally at a certain moment it opened completely, revealing the calm and mysterious eyes inside.

At the same moment, the world in Fu Qingzhou's eyes suddenly stopped.

What he saw was no longer countless snowflakes, but one mysterious trajectory after another.

Some are winding, some are straight, interweaving into a magnificent picture. In his vision, these tracks are no longer vague and ambiguous guesses in his mind, but are as clear as if they were carved in the void with a chisel.

He could see the first possible trajectory that each snowflake would draw as it fell. They were like countless bright silver lines, flashing mysterious light against the gradually darkening sky.

At this moment, the snowflakes and their tracks in Fu Qingzhou's eyes turned into symbols containing endless mysteries... He could feel the lightness and agility of the snowflakes as they fell, and he could also sense the calmness and serenity when they were about to touch the ground.

The past, present and future, everything overlaps at this moment.

"It's done!"

After a brief moment of confusion, Fu Qingzhou immediately realized that he had really opened his third eye!
But as soon as he had this thought, he gradually came out of the state of oblivion of both himself and the world, and the track he saw in his eyes became blurred and vibrating again, almost disappearing.

He quickly calmed his mind, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, dared not think about anything else, and suppressed the joy in his heart.

This action was indeed effective, and the trajectory in his vision became clear again, but his head also felt a tingling pain, as if millions of steel needles were slowly piercing his scalp.

He had experienced this kind of severe pain when playing chess in Jinchan Temple, so he ignored it for the time being.

Next, is the most important thing.

Fu Qingzhou remained calm and careful. He shifted his mind away from the countless snowflakes and sank it into his own body, investing it in the Qi Ran Jue true energy running through his meridians, bones and muscles.

"Let me see what you are... Ugh!"

The next moment, Fu Qingzhou's three eyes focused at the same time and his expression changed drastically!

Images flashed before my eyes, and my brain felt like it was being stabbed by a stick and was stirring wildly. I couldn't even feel the pain, only an extremely heavy feeling of dizziness.

In an instant, he could see nothing. Everything in front of him suddenly fell into darkness. Only the images that had just flashed by echoed in his mind, and then those images faded and disappeared bit by bit.

But fortunately, before they completely dissipated, Fu Qingzhou still caught them by instinct...

It would have been better if he hadn't looked. Once he looked, he was stunned. He even ignored the horrible dizziness and confusion, and the weirdness of not being able to see anything with his eyes open.

Those pictures are my own memories.

Outside the ruined temple under the cover of night, he held a bow and arrow, and used his arrows and the traps he had set to kill one killer after another... That was the night when he first met Yue Heng.

In his memory, those killers were expressionless and cold as ice; even in the last second before being killed, they showed no remorse or fear and waited calmly for their own death.

But at this moment, Fu Qingzhou saw their expressions from his memory. Their pupils were dilated and their faces showed great fear. When they saw those traps falling on them, they shouted and sweated. They...

In fear.

It's not just them.

In Fanyin Temple, Fu Qingzhou instigated an internal conflict among Fanu and others, used a poisonous scheme to test the minds of the monks in the temple, and then killed them one by one...

These people have killed countless people and their hands are stained with blood. They deserve to die long ago.

But...is it really so?

In those memories, Fu Qingzhou disguised himself as Zhou Qing, walked in the Fanyin Temple, and heard a lot of words.

There were monks chatting. They wanted to leave Fanyin Temple. They realized that what they were doing was extremely dangerous and cruel. They were discussing whether to flee with the secrets in the temple or report to the government or a large sect...

But Fu Qingzhou ignored all this.

Those words, those things, were erased from his mind almost instantly.

He believed only one thing—all these people deserved to die.

He also did not notice that when he looked at the monks of Fanyin Temple killing each other and leaving corpses everywhere, a terrible smile appeared on his face.

This kind of smile appeared more than once.

On the way from Fanyin Temple to Luoyi, some people were chasing after the "Ying Yang Shuangjue" for the Qianlong Post. Among them, Lin Ying escaped and met disciples of the Wulin Alliance on the way. Fu Qingzhou took action for him and killed the pursuers one by one.

He remembered that those people's expressions were very arrogant and domineering.

But at this moment, he saw from his memory...those people were begging for mercy.

Yes... beg for mercy.

Fu Qingzhou clearly remembered that what he heard was "Personal grudges, martial arts feuds, does the Wulin Alliance want to intervene in this matter?", "You are not from the Wulin Alliance? Then how dare you come forward? Do you know who we are?", "Come here if you are not afraid of death?", but... at this moment, in those pictures, he saw those people waving their hands in panic, saying "We never expected the Wulin Alliance to be here, we will retreat immediately", "We must explain the matter of the Yingyang Shuangjue, and we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer"... and so on.

But for some reason, those words sounded different in my ears.

At that time, they were still far away from Hua Wuying, Wulin League and others, and no one else heard it.

So he raised his bow and arrow and shot the man to death!
Every time he killed someone or was about to kill someone, the world in his eyes would change.

Everything he saw and heard was false.

Not only that, during these times, the smoker would mostly chatter in his ear.

When this happened for the first time, the Smoker was shocked and told him to pay attention to his mental changes and not to go astray, but he got used to it afterwards and just kept sighing, "Damn, this kid has been affected by Qi Ran Jue again."

What’s even more terrifying is that every time it wanted to mention these things to Fu Qingzhou or provide relevant suggestions, its words would be automatically "blocked" and Fu Qingzhou would not be able to hear anything.

After so many times, the smoker got too lazy to talk about it anymore.

"..."

Fu Qingzhou hunched over, holding his head. These real memories gradually faded and disappeared in his mind. His eyes, which had been blind, gradually regained their sight, and the house covered in snow reappeared in his eyes bit by bit.

Not only that, the third eye on his forehead had also quietly disappeared, his "eyelids" closed, and his forehead returned to being smooth and flat.

But he was totally unaware of this.

At this moment, his mind was completely filled with those flashing memories, and he couldn't think of anything else.

The terrified faces of those people, the screams of those people as they died, the pleas for mercy of those people...

And at this moment, Qi Ran Jue slowly moved around in his body and began to erase the memories in his mind!

Fu Qingzhou suddenly realized this, and was shocked and angry, and shouted loudly!
"If you erase them, I will commit suicide now!"

He used all his strength in this roar, and the sound was so loud that it shattered all the snowflakes around him. Wherever the sound waves reached, the snow on the roof tiles suddenly fell off. For a moment, the shadows of the trees in the house swayed and the birds flew away in surprise.

Qi Ran Jue calmed down silently, but those memories still remained in Fu Qingzhou's mind.

His eyes widened, his head ached terribly, and his head and back were covered in cold sweat.

But all this was nothing compared to the fear in his heart at this moment.

It was not until now that he understood what Qingsongzi had meant.

"The truth it allows you to see will only be distorted, and you will eventually... become a monster."

Fu Qingzhou gradually understood.

He didn't know that when Long Dabei killed people, those people clearly died in pain and struggle, but in Long Dabei's eyes, did they show relieved smiles and say words of gratitude?

When those people were begging for mercy on their deathbed, did Long Dabei hear them asking him for help to be liberated?

Fu Qingzhou was sweating more and more.

He thought he had tamed Qi Ran Jue, but in fact, this cup of ink had already dyed him black!

"Sir?"

At this moment, a gentle call brought him back to reality.

Fu Qingzhou was startled and turned his head suddenly, meeting Yuan Ziping's eyes that were somewhat frightened and worried.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Ziping was obviously startled when he saw his bloodshot eyes. He didn't dare to approach him and just asked, "What did you just say... suicide?"

Fu Qingzhou calmed himself down, slowly exhaled, and said, "Nothing..."

As he opened his mouth, he was startled by his extremely hoarse and low voice.

After clearing his throat, he asked again: "How is it going?"

"It's almost done." Yuan Ziping said carefully, "But it's late today, they won't come until tomorrow morning... Sir, the luggage has been moved in, shall we go back to the courtyard today, or go to the inn?"

"You arrange it."

Fu Qingzhou couldn't think, he waved his hand and said: "I...I need to think about something."

(End of this chapter)