Xuanxia

Chapter 728 Lord
"I now suspect that the 'lord' is the deceased emperor."

These words were scattered in the wind, blowing away the smell of alcohol on Zhao Hao's body.

Zhao Hao widened his eyes and looked at Fu Qingzhou as if he were a madman.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

After a long while, he managed to utter, "Do you want to consider going to the palace to see the imperial physician to check your brain?"

Fu Qingzhou shrugged.

He took a sip of wine and thought of what he had seen in Qingjiangzi's memory before.

After recruiting Qingjiangzi, the group did not immediately let him do anything, but instead kept him and asked him to concentrate on practicing.

For a long time, he only did three things.

First, write down all the secrets of the True Immortal Palace that he knew.

Second, concentrate on cultivation and ignore external affairs… It was also during this period that Qingjiangzi spent more than ten years and finally broke through the cave realm.

Third, train apprentices.

Over the past twenty years, Qingjiangzi was occasionally asked to train some disciples. Those people had unknown origins and identities. They were just brought to him. After he taught them everything he had learned, they would be taken away again.

It can be said that those so-called disciples actually had no feelings for him.

The only one who had some feelings for him was the Taoist priest Chen Feng... But that guy was also unlucky. He was arranged by Wuli Village to attack and kill Fu Qingzhou, but was easily killed by the old ghost.

During those years, Qingjiangzi didn't know who his master was, nor did he know what they were planning.

He could only guess that the man who called himself "Little King" was a prince.

This is completely consistent with Fu Qingzhou's guess.

Fu Qingzhou also believed at that time that the "little king" at that time was the later King Xishuo.

But... Qingjiangzi's most recent memory completely overturned his view!
……

"Master Qingjiangzi, you are here."

Several people bowed deeply: "The master has been waiting for you in there for a long time."

Qingjiangzi was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a calm and arrogant expression. He smiled slightly and strode towards the house in front.

This place is a bamboo forest.

After passing through the bamboo forest, he saw a three-story building deep in the forest. A man was standing outside the building. When he saw him coming, he turned around.

At that time, Fu Qingzhou was following Qingjiangzi through the bamboo forest in his memory. When he saw this person, his pupils suddenly shrank.

There was a large scar on this man's face from a severe burn.

The scar covered the right half of his face, passing through his mouth, his nose bridge, his right eye, and even spread to his scalp. The severe burns left the right half of his face without eyelids and ears, making him look extremely terrifying.

But he seemed to have accepted his appearance long ago, smiled calmly, and nodded to Qingjiangzi: "Master, you are here."

"You are...Mr. Song, right?"

Qingjiangzi had obviously heard of this person, and nodded slightly: "Is the lord in there?"

"Yes, he has been waiting for you for a long time."

Mr. Song smiled and said, "In addition, Alliance Leader Jiang and Master Huijue are also in the building."

……

"and many more!"

On the roof, Zhao Hao's eyes widened: "Who are you talking about? The one with the surname Song? There are burns on his face?!"

Fu Qingzhou nodded.

"Damn it, how could it be him... How could it be him?!" Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said, "He has always known it, but he never told me!"

Fu Qingzhou glanced at him indifferently.

"You... go on." Zhao Hao's face had darkened: "Go on."

……

Qingjiangzi walked past Mr. Song and entered the building.

There were about ten people sitting or standing on the first floor of the small building. When they saw Qingjiangzi, they all looked at him with confusion.

Obviously, they had not seen him.

This is not surprising. After all, Qingjiangzi has hardly gone out and done anything in the past twenty years.

But when they saw the Taoist priest walking up the stairs leading to the second floor, the confusion in their eyes turned into awe.

There were only four people on the second floor.

As soon as he went upstairs, Qingjiangzi was stunned.

"Is it you?"

he blurted out.

The second floor was full of people he knew.

Fu Qingzhou had only a cursory look at Qingjiangzi's previous life and did not see it clearly, so he did not recognize these people, but Qingjiangzi called out their names.

"Feng Xiaotian, Yun Mengdie, Lei Zhenyue, Shui Roubo?" He frowned and asked, "Why are you four siblings here?"

"You are……"

Seeing him, the four middle-aged people, two men and two women, stood up quickly, with some surprise and fear in their eyes: "Master Qingjiangzi?"

Fu Qingzhou only remembered when Qingjiangzi called out their names.

In his previous memories, he had seen Qingjiangzi dealing with these four people.

It's just that everyone was still young at that time, and Qingjiangzi had just founded his own sect. After that, because of some minor frictions common in the martial arts world, he fought with these four people, and then... beat the four of them to a pulp.

"It seems that we now serve the same master."

Qingjiangzi soon understood, his brows relaxed, and he smiled slightly: "In this case, let's write off the grudges from the past."

The four of them were silent, and then the oldest one asked carefully, "You... want to go to the third floor?"

"Ah."

Qingjiangzi responded very casually, but also with an indescribable pride.

Hearing the affirmative answer, the four siblings also showed awe in their eyes.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you have already reached such a state. You are indeed a genius."

After they finished praising him, they bowed slightly and said, "Then, the four of us brothers and sisters will not disturb the Taoist priest from going upstairs to discuss important matters."

Qingjiangzi smiled slightly and walked up the stairs leisurely.

He really enjoys this feeling of being respected.

What's more, now that he has broken through the Cave Heaven Realm, except for those top powerhouses at the Xuanxing level, he is now a first-rate powerhouse in the world. No matter which sect he goes to, he will be at the level of the head or elder.

However, his arrogance disappeared the moment he stepped onto the third floor.

There are only two people on the third floor.

Jiang Baichuan, Huijue.

Huijue still looked like a little novice monk, sitting cross-legged in the corner with his eyelids drooping, as if he was in a trance.

Jiang Baichuan stood by the railing with his hands behind his back, gazing into the sky.

Qingjiangzi had only heard of their names but had never seen them. It was not until the moment he stepped onto the third floor that he felt two terrible forces of oppression coming towards him!

In his memory, Fu Qingzhou could see his own perception—that sense of oppression solidified into reality in his eyes.

A huge Buddha stood behind Huijue. The Buddha had a splendid golden body and a solemn face. A string of Buddhist beads hung around his neck. The beads were full of holes, and countless withered hands stretched out from them. Blood flowed down the Buddha's hands, which was dripping and creepy.

Jiang Baichuan was like a black hole, absorbing all the light around him. He stood there like a sword that had been hammered a thousand times, so sharp that people dared not look directly at it. Just one glance at it would pierce countless holes in their souls.

As soon as Qingjiangzi stepped onto the third floor, he froze in place, his eyes wide open, his breathing stagnant.

Fortunately, this state only lasted for a moment.

A moment later, Huijue opened his eyes, and the giant Buddha behind him suddenly disappeared; Jiang Baichuan also turned around, and the sword intent that he transformed into also turned into nothingness.

"Are you Qingjiangzi?"

Jiang Baichuan asked in a deep voice.

Qingjiangzi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he nodded slightly: "...Yes."

"Wait here." This time it was Huijue who spoke: "The lord will be here soon."

For Qingjiangzi, before stepping into the third floor, he was Jiaozi walking in the spring breeze.

But facing these two people at this moment, he felt as if he was falling into a cold winter.

He has no right to be here.

He was called here because there must be an important task to be done...

Qingjiangzi was just thinking about it when he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs behind him.

Fu Qingzhou turned around with him.

At the bottom of the stairs, three figures walked up together.

The three of them were people Qingjiangzi had met more than 20 years ago, and they were also the ones who appeared with that "Little Wang".

Now they are all middle-aged people in their forties or fifties. They no longer have the youthful vigor they once had, but instead have a calm dignity.

The identities of the two people walking behind could not be seen, but Fu Qingzhou recognized the person in front at a glance.

This must be King Xishuo, Zhao Hao’s father!
It’s nothing, they just look so alike!
More than 20 years ago, the King of Xishuo, Zhao Liang, was much thinner, not as fat as Zhao Hao is today. Moreover, he stood behind the "little king", as if standing in the shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

But now, he is completely a serious and aged version of Zhao Hao. Their eyebrows and eyes are almost 80% similar, which makes people sigh at the power of genes.

But that's not the point.

The point is, he was holding a tablet in his arms!
Fu Qingzhou couldn't see the words on the tablet. He guessed that it was because Qingjiangzi lowered his head and leaned forward, so he couldn't see clearly.

But he heard it.

He heard Xishuo King Zhao Liang speak calmly, his tone full of solemnity.

"Please... take a seat, my lord."

(End of this chapter)