A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 534 Zhou Xiyu

"Sir, this is your ticket to Guangdong. You'll be picked up by comrades from the local armed forces department when you arrive!"

It was the same young sergeant who escorted Feng Yuxiu all the way to the train door.

Feng Yuxiu nodded, patted the young man on the shoulder, and stepped onto the train carriage.

Prior to this, as the captain of Lone Wolf Group B, he specifically applied to the team to open a green channel for Wang Bo and Wang Li to go to Hong Kong.

Just as he guessed, the brigade didn't hesitate at all and made the arrangements immediately.

This is the source of the confidence that the military leaders above are keeping an eye on things.

Of course, the military would have to verify and investigate what he did, but Feng Yuxiu knew what was going on. He simply sent the brother and sister to Hong Kong without making any additional arrangements, and no matter how much they investigated, they couldn't find anything.

This was all paving the way for his future trip to Hong Kong, since he was going there to settle old scores and put an end to his feud with Xiahou Wu.

He will definitely have to use his private identity when the time comes. He may look rough, but he is very meticulous. Even though he doesn't take Xiahou Wu a few years from now seriously, he will not miss any preparations.

The train journey was uneventful; not a single pickpocket was spotted.

No wonder, back then Guangdong had just finished its reform and opening up, and it was exactly what a metropolis looked like. The thieves were also very shrewd, and they didn't bother with these poor young men who went to work in other places. Instead, they all flocked to Shanghai, hoping to make a fortune there.

"Attention passengers, Guangdong Station has arrived. Please take your belongings and disembark in an orderly manner..."

The broadcast first played a string of Cantonese, followed by a repetition in Mandarin.

Feng Yuxiu got off the bus with his simple luggage and headed straight for a taxi outside the station.

He gave the address, and the driver sped off.

He originally planned to go find Xu Baishun's family first, but coincidentally, after resolving the tree issue, the knot in his heart that had been bothering him suddenly cleared up, as if he had suddenly gained insight.

He can now fully utilize the Sun Ape Strike Technique and the first half of the Demon Subduing Technique. As long as he doesn't force himself to practice the Night Ape Technique, he won't suffer from qi deviation again.

Furthermore, he also harbored a bit of wishful thinking.

What if we run into Wang Haisheng? That old guy didn't take any valuables with him when he was running for his life, but he did have the second half of the Demon Subduing Skill in his pocket. This means that this half of the skill is definitely not ordinary. If we collect the whole thing, it will definitely be a qualitative leap.

Whether he can reach the Grandmaster level or not depends entirely on this second half.

"Squeak."

The dilapidated wooden door was pulled open a crack, and a middle-aged man with a bare chest and dark skin poked his head out. Behind him were several other shirtless farm workers. They didn't look like Peng Qianwu's apprentices at all.

"Who are you looking for?" the man asked in a rough voice, tinged with impatience.

Feng Yuxiu looked at him and got straight to the point: "Where is your landlord? I'm looking for him."

"Landlord? I don't know! The phone number is posted on the wall, look for yourself!"

Without saying a word, the man slammed the door shut, making the door frame shake.

Back in 04, China was developing incredibly fast, and opportunities were everywhere.

However, back then, most people who got rich relied more on luck than ability. As long as they caught the right trend, even a pig could fly and become a nouveau riche.

That's absolutely true. Take Erzhu's father, for example. He's so short-sighted, clinging to the meager interests of the village. How much money could he possibly embezzle?
If they dare to venture out and explore, they might just take off.

Feng Yuxiu didn't linger. He found the public phone in the corner and dialed the number on the wall.

The call connected, and a middle-aged woman with a Cantonese accent answered, speaking quite warmly: "Hello, who is this handsome young man?"

"Hey, ma'am, I'd like to ask, where did those martial arts practitioners who used to rent your place go?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the other person's tone changed instantly, revealing a hint of wariness and anger: "Who are you?! That bastard owes me rent and ran away overnight! If you know him, make him pay me back right now, or I won't let him get away with it!"

Feng Yuxiu's heart skipped a beat, and he followed up, saying, "I'm looking for him too! That guy owes me money too. He can run away, but he can't hide! When did he run away?"

"Who knows where they ran off to! They've vanished without a trace..."

Beep!
The call was abruptly ended.

Feng Yuxiu looked into the receiver, unsurprised. Last time, Peng Qianwu was terrified by him and spent a whole day at the police station, but they couldn't find any substantial evidence and had to release him in the end.

He also couldn't bring Peng Qianwu's crimes to light.

Back in 04, if the government found out that someone could kill people from a distance, and the case was exposed, he might be taken in for autopsy and research if he used this technique again. That was no joke.

Therefore, dealing with Peng Qianwu could only be done covertly.

But China is so big, and surveillance wasn't widespread back then. If someone was determined not to be found, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In this day and age, once someone goes missing, it's incredibly difficult to find them again; they might just be lost forever.

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes. Did he really have to wait until the monitoring and information systems were more complete before searching in the public security database?

That would take forever, maybe twenty years. By then he'd be almost fifty. Even if he found it, what good would it do?

However... Zhou Xiyu should still be around.

That Taoist priest was a proper monk, and the teachings of his patriarch carried great weight in his heart. He certainly wouldn't run away casually, unless he was a fake Taoist priest who disregarded the rules.

Feng Yuxiu turned and walked out of the alley, then hailed a taxi and gave the address of the martial arts school from last year.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he paid the money and started walking uphill.

From afar, you can see that the dojo, which was lifeless last year, is now bustling with people.

There were also a few Taoist priests in robes sweeping the ground at the entrance, which looked quite convincing.

Feng Yuxiu walked straight in and found that the Taoist temple had been renovated. Apart from the old buildings, everything else was brand new. The statues of the Three Pure Ones in the main hall had also been rebuilt, looking solemn and dignified.

"Taoist Master, please help me! My husband used to be so good to me, but he's made some money this year, and he beats me every time he drinks, boohoo... I suspect he's having an affair. Is he possessed by an evil spirit? Please write me a talisman, I beg you!"

A middle-aged woman sat on a prayer mat, tears streaming down her face, clutching a Taoist priest's sleeve and refusing to let go.

The Taoist priest was Zhou Xiyu. He stroked his non-existent beard and said in a calm tone with a hint of helplessness, "Benefactor, we have to believe in science. What kind of talisman can solve this kind of thing? Look at me, I'm so weak, I wouldn't do anything like those feudal superstitions."

Feng Yuxiu stood in the crowd, squinting at Zhou Xiyu, without saying a word.

Upon hearing this, the woman cried even harder: "What am I going to do? Waaah... Just give me back the three hundred yuan I donated for sesame oil, I won't give it back!"

He stood up and headed straight for the donation box in the corner of the main hall.

"Hey! There's a way!"

Zhou Xiyu's expression changed slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to stop her. "Don't worry, benefactor, I have a solution! I'll give you an address; go find this person, and he'll definitely be able to help you solve the problem!"

The woman asked, sobbing, "Can...can it really make my husband change his mind?"

"That depends on your fate, benefactor."

As Zhou Xiyu spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote a few lines, and handed it over.

The woman took the note, glanced at it, wiped away her tears, and left.

As he passed by Feng Yuxiu, he glanced at the note, which read: Bestar Private Detective Center.

Feng Yuxiu was quite patient. He found a corner in the dojo to sit down and even ate a vegetarian meal there. The food was light and refreshing.

He waited until after 5 p.m., when the worshippers gradually dispersed and the main hall became quiet, before he got up and walked towards Zhou Xiyu.

Zhou Xiyu looked up and saw Feng Yuxiu. He was stunned for a moment, then sighed deeply, put his hands in the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and said with a knowing look on his face, "What's meant to happen will happen. I knew you would come looking for me. Did you mess up your martial arts training? I've only practiced the Sun Ape technique in the Ape Strike Technique. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

Feng Yuxiu slammed the door shut behind him, the hinges creaking as he closed it.

He turned around, looked directly at Zhou Xiyu, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did Peng Qianwu go?"

Zhou Xiyu's calm expression froze instantly, his eyes filled with astonishment.

(End of this chapter)