Xuanxia

Chapter 86: Waste? What the hell!
The three things that Fu Qingzhou did may not seem like a big deal to others.

The first thing was the account book he had found in the mountain stronghold before - he took out the account book, handed it to Ning Baimei, and asked Mingjian Pavilion to thoroughly investigate the matter.

Ning Baimei took the account book and raised his eyebrows slightly: "For such a small matter, send it to the Mingjian Pavilion Yamen, and someone will take care of it."

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Then just tell me whether you can do it or not?"

Qing Songzi shook his head and said, "You are the only one who dares to talk to Ning Baimei like that, except for me..."

Ning Baimei didn't care at all and smiled: "Do it."

"That's fine."

Fu Qingzhou said: "The second thing is that I want Mingjian Pavilion to help me find someone - someone who killed my father."

Ning Baimei was slightly startled: "Your father?"

"Well...or rather, he is my adoptive father."

Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "But to me, he is my father. When I was a weak child wandering alone in the mountains, he picked me up and raised me. Without him, I would have died long ago."

"His name is Fu Haichao, a hunter from Bailu Mountain. More than three years ago, he was victimized by a charlatan who pretended to be a god. But I don't know what the charlatan's name is, what he looks like, or where he went..."

"It's easy."

Ning Baimei interrupted him and said softly, "Mingjian Pavilion will find all the charlatans who have been to Bailu Mountain in recent years. Once the person is found, he will be sent to you for your decision."

Hearing this, Fu Qingzhou's mood suddenly calmed down.

He stood up and bowed to Ning Baimei solemnly: "Thank you, Lord Ning."

Ning Baimei smiled slightly: "Didn't you just say that I shouldn't be the one to decide life and death?"

"This is different." Fu Qingzhou shook his head and said, "If you had just said that you wanted to go back to Beijing to re-investigate the case of Tang Jiao's father, I wouldn't have thought it was a big deal; but now you're not just grabbing a charlatan for me to kill, so how can this be the same?"

Ning Baimei smiled again: "You are so young, but your mind is very clear... What is the third thing? What is it?"

"Evergreen Escort Agency."

Fu Qingzhou said calmly, "They were greatly hurt by Long Dabei's incident. Xiong Shao was seriously injured and the reputation of the escort agency was damaged. I promised them that I would say a few good words for them in front of Mingjian Pavilion and asked you to find a way to eliminate the negative impact on them."

Ning Baimei nodded: "This matter is easy to handle. Someone will go to see Xiong Shao tomorrow. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Then thank you, Lord Ning." Fu Qingzhou bowed again: "I have no other requests."

Ning Baimei smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Qingsongzi: "Are you satisfied?"

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Qing Songzi waved his hand impatiently: "Don't come to me for no reason in the future. I get annoyed just by looking at you."

Ning Baimei shook his head and said, "Although I have suppressed the sword demon this time, it will keep regenerating and reborn. I don't know if it will come back again in a few years. By then, I will have to borrow the power of Wuwei Guan."

"Humph."

Qing Songzi snorted coldly: "Anyway, you can beat it this time, what do you want me to do?"

"My injury..." Ning Baimei swallowed his words halfway through and said, "Let's talk about it later. If you have the chance in the future, find a way to explore Long Dabei's secret. This is very important."

After saying that, he drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, stood up, pushed the door and left.

Fu Qingzhou looked at his background and remembered something.

Earlier in the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain, when Ning Baimei and Long Dabei were fighting to the point of heaven and earth collapsing, Yan Gui mentioned that both of them were seriously injured. Long Dabei had been under a poisonous curse for thirty years. What about Ning Baimei?

Now it seems that they are most likely fighting that sword monster?

What the hell is this sword demon? How could it hurt Ning Baimei like that?
Ning Baimei's figure had disappeared on the corridor bridge outside the door. Qingsongzi finally breathed a sigh of relief and poured himself a cup of tea with a smile.

“It’s a good deal!”

He took a sip of tea and grinned, "I got rid of him with a scabbard that is of no use to me. What a bargain!"

After laughing, Qingsongzi looked at Fu Qingzhou and said, "Boy, are you from Bailu Mountain? How long have you been out of the mountain?"

Fu Qingzhou made a rough calculation: "More than a month."

"It's fine."

Qing Songzi raised his eyebrows: "In one month, you have met half of the most amazing people in the world. You are unique in the world."

Fu Qingzhou gave a dry laugh.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Qing Songzi asked lazily, "Does Long Dabei have anything for you to bring to me, the Taoist?"

Fu Qingzhou said seriously: "Yes, he said before he died..."

"I'm telling you, I've practiced the Qi Ran Jue."

Qingsongzi's face froze.

Fu Qingzhou looked at him with a strange expression: "Uh, is this kind of thing hard to guess?"

Qing Songzi wanted to say something, but it seemed like he was holding it in his chest and couldn't say it. He gritted his teeth for a long time before asking with difficulty: "Can you practice the Qi Ran Jue?"

Fu Qingzhou said helplessly: "Yes, Long Dabei said that he had poured it into my brain, but I don't know how to practice this kind of skills, and to be honest..."

He also poured himself a cup of tea, drank it all, and sighed: "I don't want to learn this stuff." "You're right."

Qing Songzi shook his head and said, "This thing is not good, very bad!"

As he spoke, he became angry again and slammed the table heavily: "God damn Long Dabei, you son of a bitch! You have no humanity!"

Fu Qingzhou scratched his head: "Just now at the foot of the mountain, Senior Dong Qianran knew that Long Dabei forced his power to pass on to me, don't you know?"

"I know nothing!"

Qing Songzi gritted his teeth and said, "Who the hell could have thought that this guy would be so crazy as to pass on this kind of skills to you! We all thought he was passing on something else to you!"

Fu Qingzhou frowned.

"Alas." After Qingsongzi finished cursing, he let out a long sigh: "I never thought that it would be you..."

Fu Qingzhou's brows were furrowed even more tightly. "What do you mean? What do you mean by it was me? What's so special about me? Why did those three seniors at the foot of the mountain insist on me going with them? And judging from what you and Ning Baimei said, even he wants to take me away?"

"Don't worry about it." Qingsongzi waved his hand: "This is not something you can worry about now."

Fu Qingzhou felt annoyed.

I hate riddlers the most!
But he still calmed down and asked, "Then what will happen if I practice the Qi Ran Jue? Will I become someone like Long Dabei?"

"Long Dabei..."

Qing Songzi snorted: "He is considered lucky! If it weren't for the countless elixirs and magical skills of the True Immortal Palace, how could he still be a human being?!"

Fu Qingzhou listened and felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

"What do you mean?"

He asked nervously, "Can you explain it clearly?"

Tang Jiao also chimed in: "Yes, Taoist priest, what will happen to Big Brother...what will happen to him?"

Qingsongzi poured another cup of tea, rinsed his mouth with the tea, and spat it out with a "Puh" sound.

"You will go crazy, stupid, and insane."

He said calmly: "Qi Ran Jue will force you to 'save the world', but the truth he lets you see will only be distorted, and you will eventually... become a monster."

"Monster?" Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "What kind of monster?"

Qingsongzi shook his head, swung his sleeves, stood up, and seemed to be about to go out.

Fu Qingzhou was not willing to let him go, and immediately stood up and chased after him: "Qing...Uncle Master! Really...The Wuwei Temple is so powerful, there must be a way to dissolve the Qi Ran Jue, right? At worst, I can just give up all my skills and start over!"

"Waste?"

Qing Songzi turned his head and looked at him, his ugly face full of disdain and ridicule: "Bullshit!"

He pointed at himself and said coldly: "Do you know why I am only at the sixth level of spiritual enlightenment? I have dispersed my energy eight times! Eight times!"

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

Qing Songzi sneered: "Do you think Long Dabei is the only one who knows Qi Ran Jue? Pah! I, the Taoist priest, can do it too!"

"Once you touch this thing, it will take root in your body forever! It's ingrained into your bones and marrow, and you can't pull it out! Even if you practice other skills, it will still be there, it will always be there!"

"You still don't know how to practice? I tell you, as long as you are still a human being, as long as you are still alive, this thing will practice on its own! You can't not practice it even if you want to!"

"Long Dabei asked you to come to me and tell me that you practiced the Qi Ran Jue. Do you know what this means?"

He sneered, "This bastard, I thought he was entrusting his son to me... It turns out he wants the whole world to be buried with him! To fulfill his bullshit dream!"

Qingsongzi started cursing loudly as if to vent his anger, but Fu Qingzhou calmed down instead.

He waited for his uncle to curse and spit for a while before he seriously bowed and saluted.

"Uncle."

Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "Although I still do not admit that I am Long Dabei's disciple, I have learned the Qi Ran Jue, this is a fact - if you recognize me as your nephew, I will recognize you as your uncle, so in this way, I am also a member of Wuwei Temple."

"In that case, I hope you can tell me the whole story. If I really become a disaster to the world in the future, I will try every possible means to resolve the situation, or commit suicide to apologize to the world. At least I will have an idea in my mind."

His calm attitude seemed to infect Qingsongzi. The old Taoist calmed down a little and looked at him deeply from the side.

After a while, Qingsongzi reached into his arms.

As he fumbled around, he took out a book and threw it into Fu Qingzhou's hands.

"Go practice."

Qing Songzi walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back, leaving behind a few words: "This thing took me thirty years to make. With it, you still have a glimmer of hope."

"When you enter the cave one day, come and ask me about my origins. You can browse all the books in this Wuwei Temple at will. If the little girl wants to practice, she can practice as well. It's up to you."

"As for this Langhuan Mountain, if you get tired of staying here, just leave by yourselves and don't bother me anymore. That's it."

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure disappeared.

Fu Qingzhou held the book in his hands, staring at the three large characters "Yiran Jue" written like a dog on the cover, somewhat absent-minded.

(End of this chapter)