Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 92: Meeting Wu Chongguang Again

Vast snowfields,

"Brother, excuse me for bothering you for a moment. Do you know that there is a fortress in this snowy mountain called Tianshui Village?"

The hunter who was skinning a snow fox was in a good mood and asked casually:
"Do you have any acquaintances?"

"Yes!" Xu Zhiqiu nodded and pointed around. "It's strange. We haven't seen each other for more than half a year, but when we come back, we can't find each other anymore."

The hunter sneered, "It's right that we can't find it."

Xu Zhiqiu raised the heavy sword that was falling down from behind him and asked, "What do you mean?"

The hunter pointed to the distance:

"Go to the city at the foot of the mountain and take a look around. There might be someone stupid enough to tell you. I dare not tell you."

"..."

Although Xu Zhiqiu was a little disappointed, he had no choice but to give up.

The snow and wind are heavy and the north wind is howling.

He shook his head, and flew into the sky on the purple light.

But the hunter was shocked, because the young man he met on the left was actually an immortal.

…………

It has been half a month since he left Yu Di. After parting with Fei Fei, Liu Laodao and others, Xu Zhiqiu had some free time and couldn't help feeling nostalgic.

I thought of going to Qingyun Mountain to see Miss Lu and visit Shuiyue Zhenren at Xiaozhu Peak to express my gratitude in person.

But halfway through, he happened to think of Tianshui Xiaozhai and changed direction temporarily.

After all, no matter what, he had been helped by others in avoiding Hehuan's pursuit.

So I came to visit him and to keep in touch with him.

But I never expected that I would come up empty-handed.

"Did they move?"

How could such a large village disappear out of thin air without leaving even a trace?

His doubts grew deeper and deeper.

Following the hunter's instructions, Xu Zhiqiu came to the nearest town at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

First, I asked pedestrians and merchants on the street one by one, but to no avail.

Either you pretend to know something when you don't, or you try to fool him by telling him all sorts of things, but end up making a lot of mistakes.

Either they know the answer but pretend not to know, or they hurriedly cover their faces and run away, as if uttering a word would bring disaster.

Helplessly, at noon, Xu Zhiqiu found a restaurant stall and ordered a few pots of wine and a table of delicious dishes.

I plan to earn some favor with the store by spending a lot of money.

really,

This trick works immediately.

"Tianshui Xiaozhai, you know, most people wouldn't dare to say anything about this, as it might lead to disaster, but I'm not afraid..."

The restaurant owner emphasized mysteriously while trying to keep him in suspense:

"My distant cousin's niece is practicing in Qingyun Mountain. She is a legitimate immortal and has a strong backing!"

Xu Zhiqiu tasted it carefully and could taste some of its flavor.

"So, Tianshui Village is related to the monks?"

"More than that, the whole family was wiped out!"

"What?" Xu Zhiqiu's face changed slightly.

The restaurant owner gestured:

"The fight started in the middle of the night. The whole city heard the rumbling sound. Even the village was burned down. From the city, it looked like a huge chimney on fire. In the end, it must have been covered by an avalanche caused by magic power. How could there be anything left?"

"..."

Xu Zhiqiu listened quietly and sighed in his heart.

The people in that village are quite warm-hearted, so how come they suffered such a misfortune?
"Everyone in the city knows that the village offended the immortals and suffered retribution, so who dares to discuss this matter? As for which immortal did it, no one knows."

Before the restaurant owner could say anything, a little beggar, less than four feet tall, dirty, with a head full of lice, stood in front of the table.

Faced with the table full of delicious food, he didn't even look at it, but stared straight at Xu Zhiqiu.

His face was so dirty that it was difficult to see his features.

It was just that pair of eyes that made Xu Zhiqiu feel familiar. "Uncle, can you give me something to eat?"

The voice is hoarse and the speech is crisp.

Xu Zhiqiu was about to open his mouth.
"Get lost! You poor little beggar, go beg for food somewhere else. I'll make you pay for dirtying my shop!"

The restaurant owner kicked it impatiently.
The little beggar was kicked so hard that he staggered. However, the little beggar didn't get angry or cry. He patted his tattered clothes, stood in front of the table again, and looked at Xu Zhiqiu straight.

Now Xu Zhiqiu seemed to recognize it.

He asked tentatively:

"You are... Wu Chongguang?"

The little beggar did not answer, but under his dirty face and disheveled hair, his eyes seemed to be slightly red.

…………

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, are you choking?"

Xu Zhiqiu patted him on the back and handed him tea.

Maybe he had been hungry for several days, Xiaohuazi just focused on wolfing down the food and ignored everything else.

"I didn't expect to meet you here..."

Xu Zhiqiu sighed, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Thinking back to when he first met him in the snow more than half a year ago, he was still a middle school kid who was bent on seeking immortality and Taoism.

Serious and interesting tight.

Who would have thought that when we met again, a child of just over six years old would be reduced to a state where his family was broken up and he had to beg for food on the streets?

The child cooked four dinners in one go in front of Xu Zhiqiu and finally put down his chopsticks.

He stared at Xu with his big eyes, looking indifferent as if he was just asking a question.

"How long have you been begging like this?"

"More than two months."

"Do you know who the murderer is?"

“Those people were masked.”

"how many people?"

"Not sure, probably more than ten."

"How did you survive?"

"My father killed a horse, hid me in the horse's belly and pushed me off a cliff."

"..."

Xu Zhiqiu was at a loss for words for a moment.

He remembered that he had heard from Wu Lianshan, the leader of Tianshui Village, that their clan originated from Tianshui Village in southern Xinjiang and was a local witch clan. They migrated to the Central Plains because they had offended Fenxiang Valley. So... was it possible that someone from Fenxiang Valley did it?

But Fenxiang Valley is far away in southern Xinjiang, nearly ten thousand miles away from the Central Plains.

This reminded him of the day when they rescued the mother and daughter from the Ghost King Sect. Among the group of righteous monks who were with Monk Pufang, there were more than ten people from Fenxiang Valley.

He still remembered the leader who claimed to be the deacon of Fenxiang Valley, Lu Fang.

It seems that the motivation, time and number of people are all consistent.

But this is just speculation after all. Without solid evidence, Xu Zhiqiu cannot make a hasty conclusion about a world-famous orthodox sect.

Then he asked the little kid:
"What are your plans next?"

I couldn't help but think, if it was really done by Fenxiang Valley, what should I do with this child?

Wu Chongguang thought for a moment and replied:
"Eat your fill first."

After saying that, he picked up the chopsticks again and started shoveling food into his mouth.

This made Xu Zhiqiu laugh.

I couldn't help but look at him carefully, and slowly, a strange light flashed in my eyes.

"This kid's ideas are...very practical." He muttered to himself.

Although he has a blood feud, he is not hysterical. Instead, he focuses on the present, which shows that he knows when to advance and when to retreat and is not extreme.

Such a seedling...

(End of this chapter)