Xuanxia

Chapter 88 What I Want to Do

The early morning sunlight shone through the window and onto the bed. Fu Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes. His forehead and back were covered in sweat. His whole body was limp and he had no strength at all. His head was dizzy and he didn't even have the strength to change from sitting cross-legged to lying down.

After he started practicing seriously, he realized the consequences of forcibly opening the second level of his spiritual orifice.

That day, Long Dabei helped him to open up his meridians under great pressure. In the words of the time, "the consumption required was ten or a hundred times that of others."

Previously, I had easily broken through the first three realms, and when Long Dabei led me to the fourth realm, I didn’t feel like I was practicing at all. But now…

The price has come.

Even though he used the "Thousand Layers of Surge" technique that the Smoker had taught him in the Wandu Mountain Prison to guide the Lingxu acupoints, after one night, he still could not fill up the meridians in his body that were as vast as rivers and seas.

That feeling... is like you work hard to carry water in a bucket and pour it into a pit nearby, trying to fill a small pond. After working all night, you realize that it is not a small pond at all, it is so deep that you can't see the bottom!
"It seems that just practicing foolishly here won't do the trick."

Fu Qingzhou let out a long sigh: "Let's copy the Yi Ran Jue first."

It was very cold on the top of the mountain in the early morning, and it was already late autumn. Although the sun was shining brightly outside the window, he still felt cold when he went downstairs.

When I went downstairs, I found that Tang Jiao had already set up a table with simple food. She was wearing a thick winter coat that she got from somewhere, and her face was red from the cold.

"Brother, it's time for breakfast!"

She greeted happily: "It's great here, we have everything! I fried you a fried cake, and there is also soy milk..."

As she spoke, she dug out a thick Taoist robe from somewhere and said, "It's so cold here in the morning. I found a thick coat that looks similar to your body shape. Put it on."

Fu Qingzhou smiled, followed suit, and put on the Taoist robe.

Tang Jiao watched him button up the collar of his Taoist robe and suddenly chuckled.

"What?" Fu Qingzhou was confused.

Tang Jiao laughed and said, "Brother has become a little Taoist priest."

Fu Qingzhou curled his lips and looked down at himself - indeed, this Taoist robe unexpectedly suited him, and after putting it on, he instantly turned into a young Taoist priest.

He laughed heartily and said, "Then I will be Qing Zhouzi of Wuwei Temple from now on! Hey, Qing Zhouzi... is this the same generation as that old Taoist Qing Songzi?"

Tang Jiao blinked: "Then should I also get a set of Taoist robes to wear? What should I call myself? Qing Jiaozi? That sounds ugly..."

The two chatted and laughed while finishing their breakfast, and suddenly felt a little bored.

"Brother, what can we do in this mountain?"

Tang Jiao hiccuped, looked up at the sky and murmured, "You can practice, what about me?"

Fu Qingzhou thought for a moment and replied, "You can practice it, too. Didn't Qingsongzi say that you can practice everything in the library on this mountain."

"Practice?"

Tang Jiao's eyes were a little dazed: "Actually, I don't like practicing martial arts."

Fu Qingzhou said "Oh?" and said, "Then what do you like?"

"I..." Tang Jiao replied a little embarrassedly: "I just like to read books, write, and occasionally go outings with friends... I can practice martial arts, but don't practice too hard, just enough to be enough..."

Fu Qingzhou understood. Wasn't this her previous life in the capital?
This is not surprising.

In the past, she was a pampered young lady, but now she is running around everywhere, living from day to day, and even cooking, making the bed and finding clothes for herself have become a habit. She is no longer a young lady, but just a maid.

But after all, in her heart, she still yearned for the best days in the past. "You once had that kind of life, it was fought for by your father."

Fu Qingzhou said softly: "But if you still want to live such a comfortable life in the future, you have to fight for it yourself."

Tang Jiao nodded: "I know, big brother, so I will practice martial arts, I want to become powerful, and then go back to Beijing with you to investigate the murder of my father and overturn the verdict for my father!"

"it is good."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Then we will go to the library later and pick carefully to find something suitable for us - you can continue to practice the mental method I taught you, and the sword method is also suitable for you."

Tang Jiao nodded vigorously.

But before going to the library, Fu Qingzhou needs to copy a copy of Yiran Jue himself.

Qingsongzi's handwriting is so ugly... I'll go insane if I look at it for too long.

Then, the first snow fell on the sea of ​​clouds, the breeze blew in the small building, and the beautiful woman ground ink and picked up her pen to write.

For Fu Qingzhou, the process of transcribing was also a process of carefully rereading Yiran Jue. He thought of asking Tang Jiao "what she likes" just now, and couldn't help asking himself.

To practice the Yiran Jue and to resolve the influence of the Qiran Jue, you have to do what you like.

So...what do I like? What do I want to do?
Coming to such a world, the dream of being a knight is always with you, but is that all?
Fu Qingzhou copied and thought at the same time, and finally got the answer.

That's it.

Humans are very complex creatures. Some are born selfish, some are born compassionate, but I am neither.

In my previous life, I was a scumbag, and my personality changed under the influence of my godfather.

In this life, I avenge my adoptive father by hunting down swindlers and charlatans. It can be considered revenge and also chivalry, but I have encountered too many strange things since I left Bailu Mountain, and I have no chance to do what I want to do.

Now that I think about it, I probably still like being a knight-errant.

He would get happiness from helping others...Now it was difficult for Fu Qingzhou to tell whether this was the influence of his godfather in his previous life or his own preference.

People are like this. At first, you may develop a certain liking for something because of others, but day after day, year after year, you still like this thing and even regard it as your lifelong pursuit and dream. Now you no longer know whether it was because of the influence of others or because you just like it and are suited to it.

But none of this matters.

Like is like, dream is dream.

Traveling the world as a hero, this is what Fu Qingzhou wanted to do in the past, present and future.

Maybe he is not qualified now, but he has already determined that when he comes down from the mountain, he will help those in need when he sees injustice. He wants to be a hero.

The brush made a rustling sound on the paper, but Fu Qingzhou inexplicably felt a chill in his meridians, lingering along the meridians that he had run through when he practiced martial arts last night.

When he knew what he liked and decided to do it, the Yiran Jue would naturally take root in his body without any deliberate practice.

After the last word was uttered, Fu Qingzhou put down his brush, and the surging aura in his body also faded away, but he could feel that the Yiran Jue internal energy in his meridians had become much stronger.

"Walk."

He stretched himself and said with a smile, "Let's go to the library and have a good look! Let's see what good things this once number one sect in the world has!"

(There will be another update later)

(End of this chapter)