Xuanxia

Chapter 744 Sleep
Fu Qingzhou was slightly surprised by Master Jingming's words.

But soon, he realized something, his eyes flickered, and he said helplessly: "Master said that he can only tell me when I reach the Cave Heaven Realm."

Of course he could lie and get some words out of Master Jingming, but... after all, he was his uncle and was so good to him.

It's not very kind to use her words.

Upon hearing this, Master Jingming's expression changed: "Dongtian Realm? So this is what it is..."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and looked at Master Baihe who was meditating with his eyes closed not far away: "In fact, Senior Baihe should know something. After all, she also went to the foot of Langhuan Mountain to snatch someone."

Master Jingming showed a look of relief: "Then, I understand."

"Uncle Master, what do you understand?" Fu Qingzhou blinked: "Can you..."

"No."

Master Jingming smiled at him and said, "When you reach the Cave Heaven Realm, go find Qingsongzi and ask for the truth in person."

Fu Qingzhou curled his lips helplessly.

"correct."

Master Jingming looked at Qiuchan who was leaning on his arms, and said softly: "Children of the Jianghu have their own feelings. I won't say anything, but don't forget that you are not from Ziqi Xianfeng Temple after all."

Fu Qingzhou laughed: "Don't worry, I understand, Uncle Master."

"That's good."

Master Jingming nodded at him and said, "Come to me if you have anything else."

What follows is a long wait and rest.

There was no village or shop nearby, and many of the Mingjian Pavilion's secret envoys were injured. There were few people who could do anything, and the few remaining secret envoys were so busy that they had no choice but to go to a nearby town to temporarily gather a team of horse-drawn carriages... Their original horses were all dead, so they could only run on their own two legs.

But they were lucky. At dusk, a small caravan passed by braving the cold wind. Fu Qingzhou took charge and gave them a large sum of silver, and bought all their carriages.

That money alone is enough to cover the price of all the goods of these merchants.

Although there are not many carriages, they are enough if we squeeze together.

In this way, they finally got back on the road before nightfall. Listening to the merchants' grateful calls and thanks behind him, Fu Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept very soundly that night.

In his sleep, he was in a trance and found himself in a deep, dark underground cave.

"I am right, I must be right, just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and I will succeed... I will definitely succeed..."

A woman's voice came to my ears.

Fu Qingzhou was slightly surprised. This voice sounded familiar to him...

Then he looked around in confusion.

This is a cave, with constant tinkling sounds and various deep and shallow words engraved on the walls.

Not far away, the flames of several oil lamps were crackling. A figure had his back to him, wielding a sledgehammer and hitting something.

This place...Fu Qingzhou remembers it.

He once mistakenly entered a strange treasure place in his dream, and this was the place...

Yes, not only that time, but also when Huo Yaer tried to "wake up" himself, he also saw this scene in the process of "tracing the source"!
Fu Qingzhou's mind became a little clearer.

But as soon as he woke up, he realized that he was in a dream and was almost escaping from it. He was so scared that he quickly emptied his mind and let the dream drag him down, sinking little by little.

"I am right, I must be right, just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and I will succeed... I will definitely succeed..."

The woman was still mumbling.

Fu Qingzhou's mind was in a daze, barely maintaining the most basic self-awareness, feeling himself in the dream approaching the woman.

She was dressed simply, without gorgeous silks or complicated embroidery, only rough linen. Her face and hair were covered with traces of dust, and it looked like she had not washed for a long, long time.

Her eyes were a little strange, revealing some kind of indescribable obsession and madness. She held a black iron block in her hand, without an anvil or fire, she just used her Qi to heat the iron block to red in her hand, then she placed the iron block on the ground, swung the hammer again, and hit it hard.

Time passed little by little, and the woman kept repeating this action. The shape of the iron block did not seem to change at all under her repeated hammering. She did not feel tired or irritated, and continued to hammer.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense someone approaching from behind and turned her head sharply.

"Who are you!"

Her eyes were filled with fierceness. She glared at Fu Qingzhou fiercely and shouted angrily: "You want to steal my sword!"

Then, Fu Qingzhou heard himself say, "No, I'm here to help you."

"help me?"

The woman sneered, "No one in this world believes me! How could anyone be willing to help me! You are lying to me!"

"No, I believe you." Fu Qingzhou spoke again, his voice clear and bright like a teenager: "I've heard your story, and I think you're right."

"Oh?"

The woman's mental state was obviously not normal, but her eyes immediately brightened up after hearing this: "Then how can you help me?"

"Didn't you notice?" The body that Fu Qingzhou was in laughed and said, "Your sword lacks some vitality."

"vitality?"

The woman was confused, but soon her eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes! There is no vitality! Those things are all dead, all dead! No matter how good they are, they are still dead!"

"So I hammered for so long, but it was no use at all!"

She suddenly dropped the sledgehammer in her hand, took a big step forward, and held Fu Qingzhou's hand tightly: "Then what should I do!?"

"Use me to forge a sword."

Fu Qingzhou heard himself smiling and said, "My flesh, blood, and soul can help you integrate the Great Dao."

"Your flesh, blood, and soul?" The woman asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"I……"

In the dream, the young man that Fu Qingzhou was aware of opened his mouth, but the words he uttered could no longer be heard clearly. Instead, they turned into a huge and dull buzzing sound that hurt the eardrums. The scene in the dream also quickly became blurred and chaotic.

The next moment, Fu Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes and woke up, with sweat all over his forehead.

"Mr. Envoy, you are awake!"

In the darkness, the voice of a secret envoy from Mingjian Pavilion was heard.

Fu Qingzhou shook his head and felt extremely dizzy.

For some reason, his eyes were misted over and his vision was a little blurry. After rubbing his eyes for a long time, he vaguely saw the secret envoy light the candle in the room.

Wait, inside the house?
Didn’t I fall asleep in the carriage?

"How long have I slept?" Fu Qingzhou opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse that he even scared himself.

"Your Excellency, you slept for three days and two nights."

The candlelight lit up, illuminating the emissary's tired face.

He smiled bitterly and said, "No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't wake you up. Master Baihe said that you were too exhausted and you just needed to have a good sleep for a while..."

"Three days and two nights?"

Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "I slept for so long?!"

As far as he could remember, only a short period of time had passed in the dream...

"Yes." The emissary said softly, "We have been traveling day and night, and we have arrived in Luoyi before nightfall today. Sir Fu, this is the headquarters of the Xuanmeng Alliance."

(End of this chapter)