Xuanxia

Chapter 85 The Dust Has Not Settled
Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao stood on the rising earth, with the voice of Baihe Zhenren, like a shrew, still echoing in their ears.

"Big brother..."

Tang Jiao asked in a low voice: "Are all masters... so eccentric?"

Fu Qingzhou laughed dryly: "If she is not a master, she is a shrew; if she is a master, she is unique."

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

This Qingsongzi is really capable... He defeated three top figures all by himself without even showing his face!
No wonder Li Jingzhe didn’t even dare to draw his sword when facing him!
According to Master Baihe, Qingsongzi's strength is indeed not that high, and he was able to do all this with the help of magic weapons.

But what magic weapon can have such power?
Is the foundation of Zhenxian Palace so much stronger than that of other sects?

As he was thinking, the voice of the smoker rang in his ears.

"I see... What is the True Immortal Palace? Isn't this the inheritance of the Infinite Tai Chi Dao? No wonder it's so awesome."

Fu Qingzhou blinked.

The smoker didn't say anything more and soon fell silent.

But Fu Qingzhou heard something from it. It turned out that the True Immortal Palace existed during the time when the Smoker lived, but it was called another name at that time.

And judging from the sullen tone of the smoker, it was probably an unrivaled inheritance back then.

The clod of earth flew higher and higher, and soon it rushed into the sky. The surrounding air gradually became colder. Not only did Tang Jiao curl up into a ball, but Fu Qingzhou could not help but hug his arms and shiver.

After about a cup of tea, the earth "elevator" finally stopped, and the appearance of the True Immortal Palace slowly unfolded in front of the two.

Above the clouds, the sky is blue and everything is in sight from the top of the cliff.

Inscribed on the magnificent mountain gate carved from agarwood are three large gold-painted characters "Wuwei Temple". Two rows of statues of gods stand on both sides of the mountain gate. Looking deeper, one can see a vast expanse of flying eaves and countless grand halls stacked on top of each other, which is majestic, powerful and mysterious.

There is snow on the top of the mountain all year round. When a mountain breeze blows, the thick snow covering the dome turns into snowflakes and falls, and also lifts up the corners of the ugly Taoist's clothes at the mountain gate.

"Coming?"

Qing Songzi held the sword sheath in his arms, which he had put away at some point, and grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth: "Why didn't you bring any gifts?"

Fu Qingzhou: “…”

He took Tang Jiao's hand and jumped down from the suspended soil block, and jumped to the narrow mountain path in front of the mountain gate.

Looking down, there was a sea of ​​clouds and no mountains or rivers in sight.

"Let's go, what are you standing there for?" Qingsongzi said as he turned and walked into the mountain gate: "There are still people to deal with."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned: "Is there anyone else?"

"nonsense."

Qing Songzi turned his head, his face full of helplessness: "Master Dao, I said I would invite Ning Baimei to have tea with me, wasn't that just a polite remark? Who knew that guy would really come..."

Ning Baimei! The Master of Mingjian Pavilion!
Fu Qingzhou's scalp tingled: "Where is he?"

"Isn't he inside?" Qingsongzi shook his head and said, "He comes here just like he goes home. I can't stop him."

Fu Qingzhou's heart, which had just been calmed down, began to beat again: "I... don't want to see him too, do I?"

"What the hell!"

Qing Songzi first made a sound of disgust, then said weakly: "Master Dao, I really want to say this, but unfortunately I can't... just come with me."

As he said that, he glanced at Tang Jiao again and said, "This little girl, since she's here, it's God's will. Let's go together."

Tang Jiao screamed and pointed at herself: "I, I..."

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided."

Fu Qingzhou exhaled lightly: "Let's see what tricks are available, then go ahead."

Things had already developed beyond his control.

There is nothing I can do now. I can only take it one step at a time.

"Oh, right." Fu Qingzhou asked, "Why is it written on the mountain gate that it is Wuwei Temple? Isn't it Zhenxian Palace?"

"Fuck!"

Qing Songzi cursed: "All the immortals are dead. Now I just want to lie still and call this place Wuwei Temple."

After entering the mountain gate and walking up a long stone staircase, he arrived at the Zhenxian Palace... no, it should be called Wuwei Temple now. When he arrived at the temple, Fu Qingzhou truly understood what the middle-aged man in Zhuangyuan Village meant when he said "The fairyland is right here".

The fairyland is not only about the magnificent scenery that is almost impossible to see in the mortal world, but also about the tranquility and naturalness that are out of this world.

From the outside, it looks like a magnificent palace, but when you walk inside, it does not seem majestic or oppressive. Instead, it is quiet and peaceful, with winding corridors and secluded paths everywhere.

In the ethereal white mist, a few jade-like green trees were swaying in the wind, and in the pond under the trees, white cranes were folding their wings, red fish were circling around the rocks, and the sound of water was heard.

Just by taking a look at this scene, Fu Qingzhou's anxiety and uneasiness were mostly dissipated.

"Don't talk nonsense for a while."

Qing Songzi turned around and glared at him: "You ruined my business, I will beat you up!"

Fu Qingzhou: “…”

Qing Songzi led the two to a house and pushed open the door. A refreshing fragrance filled the air. At a glance, there was a long table in the house, and a person was sitting at the table. It was Ning Baimei, who had white hair and beard.

Fu Qingzhou had seen him fighting with Long Dabei before, but it was just a fleeting glimpse, and it seemed that it was only a clone of his sword spirit...

At this time, Ning Baimei should be a real person.

His facial features are delicate and regular, his slightly thin face reveals the accumulation of years and wisdom, his eyes are deep and bright, and his brows are calm like water.

He was wearing a light-colored scholar's robe, which was loose and neat, and embroidered with delicate patterns. He didn't look like the most powerful monk in the world at all, but more like a poet or a scholar.

Ning Baimei was still making tea. When he saw the door open, he nodded calmly to the three people and said, "Sit down."

Qingsongzi sighed, sat down beside him carelessly, and slapped the scabbard on the table.

Fu Qingzhou glanced around the room - the room was very small, and there was no place to sit except for two cushions next to the tea table.

So he simply pulled Tang Jiao to the table and sat down.

Ning Baimei ignored them, only glanced at the scabbard on the table and said calmly: "What do you mean?"

"Haven't you always wanted it?"

Qingsongzi picked his nose and said, "Give me the scabbard. This kid..."

He arched his chin towards Fu Qingzhou and said, "Just forget it."

Ning Baimei remained calm, poured a cup of brewed tea, and gently pushed it in front of Qingsongzi: "You said so."

Qing Songzi's eyes widened: "Huh?!"

Ning Baimei smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and took the scabbard into his hand. After taking a casual look at it, he put it into his sleeve - then the long scabbard disappeared.

Qingsongzi felt uncomfortable with his straightforwardness and kept scratching his head: "This is not right, why did you agree so readily? Did I offer too high a price? How about we start over again?"

Ning Baimei took a sip of tea: "In that case..."

He glanced at Fu Qingzhou and said, "If you go to the Sword Master Academy in the future, you can read the books in the academy at will."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up.

Qing Songzi was still dissatisfied: "Not enough! What's so great about this? Is my collection of books in Wuwei Temple less?"

Ning Baimei turned his gaze to Tang Jiao again.

"Well...you are the daughter of Tang Zhun, the former Minister of Rites," he said lightly.

Tang Jiao was shocked, her whole body tensed up instantly, and she clearly had the urge to run away.

Unexpectedly, Ning Baimei said the following sentence...

"Tang Zhun's crimes will be pardoned from today onwards. The male members will be exempted from exile, and the female members will be bailed out by the Jiaofangsi. Each of them will be compensated with gold, silver and land. Tang Zhun's body will be moved from the mass grave to the Tang family's ancestral tomb. In the history books and the family tree, all officials will be reinstated."

Tang Jiao's eyes were instantly filled with tears!

She could no longer restrain herself, and suddenly stood up and was about to kneel down in front of Ning Baimei.

But Fu Qingzhou stopped her.

“Don’t kneel.”

He looked at Ning Baimei coldly, the light in his eyes had faded: "Back then, you, the Mingjian Pavilion, killed people as you wished, and now you pardon people as you wish. Don't you have any law? If Tang Jiao's father is innocent, then we should go to the capital to file a complaint and redress the injustice in the future!"

Tang Jiao's face paused, and Ning Baimei also looked surprised.

"You boy!"

Qing Songzi was furious: "Didn't I tell you to stop talking nonsense?"

"It's okay." Ning Baimei said softly: "Young man, why do you have such an idea?"

Fu Qingzhou frowned and said, "Is it strange? Dayan has its own laws. Cases are judged according to the law. Right is right and wrong is wrong. Even if you want to redress the injustice, you have to find new evidence and overturn the previous case. How can you be so frivolous as to decide life and death with just one sentence?"

"You threw this out as a price today. What if we offend you again in the future?"

He sneered, "This kind of thing is not worth receiving from others. Only when you fight for it yourself can you feel at ease."

"Interesting." Ning Baimei pondered for a moment and said slowly: "In this case, I will do what I promised to do with the men and women, but Tang Zhun's crime... I will give you two the freedom to investigate Tang Zhun's case in Beijing in the future, how about that?"

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and glanced at Tang Jiao.

Tang Jiao lowered her head and said softly, "Listen to Big Brother."

Fu Qingzhou then nodded and said to Qingsongzi: "Okay, you guys continue bargaining."

Qing Songzi glared at him, then looked at Ning Baimei, and acted like a scoundrel: "You just gave benefits to these two youngsters, what does it have to do with me? Bring out something else."

"No more." Ning Baimei spread his hands and said, "You have everything you need... As an elder, why don't you ask your nephew what he wants?"

Qingsongzi curled his lips.

Fu Qingzhou blinked: "I... actually have three things."

(End of this chapter)