Xuanxia

Chapter 78 As expected

When they left Changqing Escort Agency, Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao had an extra fifteen taels of silver in their hands.

"Brother, are you telling the truth?"

Tang Jiao asked curiously, "Is it true that the more enemies you have, the fewer enemies you have?"

Fu Qingzhou chuckled and said, "Let's analyze the specific situation. I only had this idea after being recognized by Panshanlong and the escort master in the past few days."

"Think about it, although Long Dabei killed many people that day, there must have been quite a few who survived. In addition, there are also some relatives and friends of the dead and injured who want revenge... Even if we don't run into them in Langhuan Mountain, they will be found sooner or later. This trouble will continue."

"Today, Chief Escort Xiong is willing to listen to us for a few words. If we run into someone unreasonable, that would be really troublesome."

"So the best way is to get them together first... As for whether to mislead them in the end or explain everything all at once, we'll decide then."

Tang Jiao nodded, not quite understanding.

Soon, the two men led back their horses, took back their bags and weapons, and walked back to the crowded night market street in Yu'nan City.

With the money "borrowed" from the Changqing Escort Agency, the two of them didn't have to be stingy today. They had a good meal, asked for two good rooms in the inn, and Fu Qingzhou finally got his wish and bought a brand new longbow.

After taking a short tour around Yu'nan City, he confirmed his idea.

There are probably quite a few people from the martial arts world who want to go to Langhuan Mountain.

Although not as many as when we were chasing Long Dabei, it is definitely not a small number.

In the city of Yu'nan alone, he saw many familiar faces of people from the underworld. Some were injured and bandaged, while others had gloomy faces and were accompanied by a group of brothers...

Like Xiong Shao, they did not know that Long Dabei was dead. They only knew that someone with the surname Long was going to Langhuan Mountain.

Although many people died on the official road that day, but... for some people in the underworld, this was not a bad thing.

At least there are fewer competitors.

Soon after returning to the inn, the crowds on the streets gradually thinned out.

It was late at night. The nightlife of ancient people was not very rich, and there was also a curfew in the city. Soon, the original hustle and bustle outside the inn window disappeared in the night, leaving only the sound of laughter from the flower boats on Hongjiang River.

Fu Qingzhou sat cross-legged on the bed, breathing rhythmically.

But his brows were furrowed very deeply and tightly.

"It's so strange."

The smoker's voice sounded leisurely: "You still don't feel anything?"

Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes and shook his head: "No."

"This is so strange." The Smoker muttered, "When you killed someone in the village, that power clearly came from your meridians. How come it disappeared now?"

He has been meditating since returning to the inn.

The reason for meditation... is to explore the power of the Qi Ran Jue.

This was suggested by the Smoker. He would most likely face a big battle next. Since he had this power, he naturally had to explore it.

Previously in the mountain stronghold, once Qi Ran Jue erupted, he easily killed Pan Shanlong of the fifth realm with the power of the fourth realm, and even shot and killed a group of bandits effortlessly!
Although he was still worried about the fact that he possessed this secret, if he now had this magical skill in his body, he had to study it.

What if? What if I figured out something that would allow me to use this power without being affected by him?
But even with the help of the Smoker, Fu Qingzhou couldn't research anything.

This Qi Ran Jue is really good at playing hide-and-seek...

When Fu Qingzhou meditated, he could sense the internal energy in the meridians throughout his body. The internal energy was like a trickle of water, flowing slowly through his limbs and bones, following his mind and going to different parts of the body.

But this is not Qi Ran Jue's power.

In other words, he had no way to actively call upon the power of Qi Ran Jue.

"A technique that completely relies on emotions..."

The Smoker pondered, "It's not like I haven't heard of it at all. I do know a method called Raging Sea Technique, which requires a practitioner to keep getting angry to activate it..."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "Then do they have something in common?" "Maybe."

The Smoker pondered and said, "But the Qi Ran Jue may be more complicated. When you exploded that day, I used my soul to simulate the changes of that power in your meridians and found that..."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up: "What did you find?"

"Humph, I find out that Long Dabei is right."

The smoker said angrily, "I can't practice this thing. It involves the essence of the soul."

Fu Qingzhou sighed.

It is tragic enough to possess a skill that can change one's personality and thoughts.

What’s even more devastating is that although this technique is powerful, I can’t use it at will!

"never mind."

He shook his head: "Anyway, we'll be at Langhuan Mountain soon, so I think Qingsongzi should know something."

……

The next morning, Fu Qingzhou woke Tang Jiao up early. The two of them set off on their journey, eating some hot soy milk and meat buns on the street, and soon left the city.

It is about seventy or eighty miles from here to Langhuan. If nothing goes wrong along the way, you can arrive there after lunch.

After getting on the official road, there were still many gangsters on the road, but few of them paid attention to Fu Qingzhou and the others.

He has now completely regained his appearance as a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old. With the addition of a little girl, Tang Jiao, by his side, it is hard to associate him with the twenty-year-old escort.

As the sun rose higher, a towering peak gradually rose on the horizon on one side of the official road. We learned from passers-by that it was Langhuan Mountain.

“What a dangerous peak.”

Fu Qingzhou shaded his eyes with his hands and walked away: "It should be called Langhuan Peak, not Langhuan Mountain."

There are countless tall mountain ranges around. Langhuan is not a separate branch, but a pillar of strange peaks rising high in a continuous mountain range.

It should be a thousand feet high, with sharp cliffs, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, like a huge wedge dropped from the sky. It is still late autumn now, but the snow line has already appeared at the top of Langhuan Mountain, and it is hidden in the clouds and mist above and can no longer be seen.

"Brother, there is a small village over there."

Tang Jiao's call brought Fu Qingzhou back to his senses: "Shall we go get some water to drink?"

Fu Qingzhou looked in the direction of her finger and saw a rice field not far from the official road. There were many farmhouses in between. It was indeed a small village.

"it is good."

He said softly, "It's a good opportunity to ask about the True Immortal Palace on the mountain."

They were not the only ones who had this idea. When riding into the village from the official road, they could see many people from the underworld on the paths in the fields, some of whom they had met in Yu'nan City last night.

Needless to say, they must have come to inquire about the news.

"Brother, there are so many people here."

Seeing this, Tang Jiao became a little timid again: "Why don't we just leave? Don't go into the village."

"It doesn't matter. Their coming here is also my purpose." Fu Qingzhou winked at her.

This small village is called Zhuangyuan Village. It is said that a number one scholar was born there a hundred years ago. The village is adjacent to the official road and its ancestors have served as officials. The village is naturally wealthy, and the spirit and energy of the villagers are different from those of the original Sanshui Village.

Probably because there were so many gangsters coming here in the past two days, the villagers set up a tea stall directly at the entrance of the village. The price was cheap, one cent for a bowl of tea and five cents for a bowl of wine.

When Fu Qingzhou and his companions arrived at the entrance of the village, there were a few gangsters scattered around the tea stall. Interestingly, they were all surrounding a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was thin and had a long beard that reached down to his chest. Although he was dressed like a farmer, he looked like a scholar. At this moment, he raised his eyebrows and laughed, "You want to ask about Long Dabei? I know him very well - he was my uncle-master in the True Immortal Palace before he became a demon!"

(End of this chapter)