Xuanxia

Chapter 627: Climbing the Purple Sky Peak
Three days later, at the foot of Zixiao Peak, Yanhui Town.

"Yes, you heard me right. I want as many arrows as you have."

Fu Qingzhou stood expressionlessly at the door of the blacksmith shop and said to the stunned boss, "Please prepare the quivers and quivers for me. I will take as many as you can."

The boss himself was a blacksmith. He looked at the big bow behind Fu Qingzhou and the quiver on his waist, and said helplessly: "Young man, I have thousands of arrows in my shop. You can't take them away?"

"Don't worry about it." Fu Qingzhou said, shaking out a silver note from his sleeve and patting it on the boss' chest: "Just tell me whether you want to sell it or not."

"alright."

The boss took the banknote helplessly: "No, brother, I can't make change for this..."

"No need to look for them." Fu Qingzhou said calmly, "Bring out all the arrows."

Hearing him say this, the boss' eyes suddenly lit up. Without saying another word, he quickly put the banknote away and then went straight into the backyard of the blacksmith shop.

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and looked towards Zixiao Peak not far away.

Zixiao Peak, as its name suggests, is the highest peak in this mountain range, pointing straight to the sky, as if entering the purple sky. You can vaguely see the plank roads and pavilions suspended on the peak, as well as the magnificent buildings on the top of the peak.

After drinking that day, Fu Qingzhou rode his horse at full speed all the way and finally arrived at the foot of Zixiao Peak.

He hasn't seen Zhao Hao in the past three days.

But he knew that Zhao Hao must be hiding nearby...

However, Fu Qingzhou didn't care. He couldn't take care of these things at the moment.

Yes, he also wanted to invite people from Ziqi Xianfeng Temple to participate in the Xuanmeng Ceremony and help deal with Huijue Yuanzhao.

But...that’s all in the past.

Now, grab people first!

As for whether it would offend Baihe Zhenren or the Purple Air Fairy Wind Temple?
No matter. I'll deal with it later if I offend you.

Fu Qingzhou just didn't believe it. Didn't Baihe know about his relationship with Qiuchan? What was she thinking by doing this at this time? Was she deliberately trying to lure him in? But there was no need to use such a trick?
He had been feeling a little confused these past few days, and it was difficult for him to think rationally, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

"Hey, hey, hey, little brother, come on, take it!"

At this time, the owner of the blacksmith shop came back from the backyard, shouting and bringing handfuls of arrows.

All of these arrows were tied up and placed in quivers or quivers. At a glance, there were at least several hundred of them.

Fu Qingzhou immediately reached out to take them and began to hang them on his body.

It was not enough to just hang them around his belt, he had to hang them around his shoulders as well, and he would not be satisfied until the quivers and quivers filled up all the free space on his body.

Why do you need so many arrows?

It's very simple, it's impossible for him to really kill or injure those fellow sisters in the temple.

The arrows used by these ordinary hunters were enough to subdue them.

As for those elders who are at a higher level...

Fu Qingzhou shook his head and decided not to think about it for the time being. He would talk about it when they met.

"That's right, boss."

He reached out and patted the horse's buttocks: "Please take care of this horse for me first. You can use the extra money to buy some fodder or something. I will come back soon to take it away."

The boss agreed immediately.

How much does fodder cost?

However, perhaps because he received far more money than he had imagined, the boss's conscience began to show, and he couldn't help asking: "Young man, what are you going to do with all these arrows? Is it dangerous? Do you need help?"

Fu Qingzhou forced a smile: "Thank you, but it's not necessary. I can handle it myself."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

As he walked down the street, his feathers looked like a peacock with its tail spread out, attracting many eyes. But of course he didn't care, and just strode towards the direction of Zixiao Peak.

No need for much preparation, just go!

Nothing to worry about!

With this rare impulsiveness and recklessness, Fu Qingzhou frowned and left Yanhui Town and stepped into the Zixiao Peak.

Soon, he set foot on the mountain path and saw a large stone standing beside the stone steps at the foot of the mountain in the distance. On it were engraved four large characters "Purple Air and Fairy Wind". The writing style was feminine, like four women dancing with sleeves and smiling seductively.

Next to the big rock, a young female disciple was guarding there with a sword in hand.

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, pulled out a few arrows from behind, and slowly put them on the bow.

He did not hide his figure. He walked towards the female disciple while pulling the string.

At the same time, the female disciple also saw him.

Fu Qingzhou's eyes were cold and calm.

He certainly would not shoot or injure this female disciple, but he should be able to shoot an arrow through her sleeve, nail her firmly to a tree or rock without hurting her, and then knock her out easily.

But just before he released the arrow, the female disciple...suddenly turned her head.

She blinked, and seemed to be suddenly attracted by a leaf fluttering in the cold wind on a tree not far away, and she skipped over.

Fu Qingzhou: “?”

No, aren’t you guarding the mountain gate?

But the female disciple really ignored him completely and began to stand under the tree, staring at the few remaining leaves on the dead tree in winter like a literary girl.

Fu Qingzhou: "...Okay."

Since the disciples guarding the mountain gate "can't see" me, why not go up the mountain?
He put the arrow back into the quiver and glanced at the female disciple again in confusion. Seeing that she was still staring at the leaves, he ignored her and walked up the mountain path.

Not until his back disappeared on the mountain path did the female disciple turn around slyly, glanced at the path, then clenched her fist, said "yeah" quietly, and picked up her sword again to guard the mountain gate.

On this side, Fu Qingzhou strode up the stairs.

As we walked, the stone steps turned into wooden plank roads and the road became steeper.

"Oh, when do you think he will come?"

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a voice coming from the corner ahead.

Fu Qingzhou's eyes flashed and he reached for the quiver again.

The next second, two female disciples carrying backpacks appeared at the corner and bumped into Fu Qingzhou. The two sides were less than ten steps away from each other. They immediately stopped discussing and stared at Fu Qingzhou with blinking eyes.

"Feel sorry……"

Fu Qingzhou smiled helplessly, took out the arrows, and prepared to lock them up and knock them out according to the plan.

"Speaking of which..."

The two female disciples suddenly turned their heads and looked at each other, as if they couldn't see him, and continued chatting: "It's so cold, what kind of herbs can we collect when we go down the mountain?"

"Who knows? If the uncles and the others want it, we can just pick it. Why ask so many questions..."

The two of them walked towards Fu Qingzhou while chatting, passing by him one on the left and one on the right. When they passed by each other, they even looked at each other, as if the guy in front of them with arrows all over his body was a transparent person.

The plank road was narrow, and as they walked past, the fluffy feathers that spread out like peacock tails even brushed against their faces and bodies, but they didn't notice at all and continued chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.

Fu Qingzhou lowered his head in confusion and looked at himself.

Huh? Am I a ghost?

The two female disciples walked away while chatting, leaving him holding the arrow in his hand, looking around in confusion.

(End of this chapter)