Xuanxia

Chapter 1: Hunting Immortals
The setting sun is slanting, and the autumn wind is as sharp as a knife.

The whole mountain is covered with fluttering maple leaves, and a lonely red cloud hangs in the sky.

In the maple forest at dusk, a figure walked towards the mountains step by step, step by step, stepping on the yellow leaves all over the ground.

This was a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing an animal skin coat, deerskin boots, holding an iron bow and with a feather quiver hanging from his waist. He was very handsome, looking like a young man from a wealthy family, but his face and body were covered with mountain dust and mud, and there was an indescribable sophistication between his brows.

Apart from that somewhat childish face, he looks like an old hunter no matter how you look at him.

Before the red sun sank into the mountains, the young man passed through the maple forest and came to a valley.

He looked around, suddenly knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together, took a deep breath, and spoke loudly to the deep valley in front of him.

"Fu Qingzhou, the hunter from Qingwa Village, comes here to ask for the immortal's advice!"

"Master, please come and give me some advice!"

The young man named Fu Qingzhou was full of energy, and his voice echoed far away in the valley.

After a few breaths, the echo gradually weakened, but a thick fog filled the valley. The smoke and clouds seemed to be ethereal and rushed towards him.

Fu Qingzhou lowered his head slightly, his posture extremely respectful.

In the smoke, a blurry figure gradually emerged. Although his true appearance was not revealed, one could vaguely see that he was a Taoist priest with a tall and thin figure and fluttering clothes.

"You want to become an immortal?"

The Taoist's vigorous voice came from the fog: "What's the matter?"

Fu Qingzhou did not answer immediately. He lowered his head and quietly touched the iron bow and feather arrow with his hands.

Then he raised his head and smiled brightly: "To hunt down those of you who are playing tricks on me!"

He moved as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the arrow was already on the bowstring. His original kneeling posture on one knee turned into an excellent kneeling shooting posture. With a whistling sound from the bowstring, the arrow had already penetrated into the fog.

The Taoist in the fog let out a slightly startled sound and his body swayed slightly, seeming to have avoided the arrow.

Fu Qingzhou seemed to have anticipated this. He stretched out his hand and flicked the quiver. In an instant, three more arrows were caught between his fingers and hung on the bowstring.

"Be bold!"

The Taoist shouted angrily: "How dare a mere mortal offend the Immortal's face!"

"You big-headed grandma!" Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "I want to see if your blood is red!"

With three swish sounds, three feather arrows flew out from the bow at the same time and shot into the fog.

The Taoist figure swayed again, but this time he did not just dodge. He waved his Taoist robe and mist rolled up with his sleeves. His body did not move, but the three feather arrows made no sound or movement.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, the smoke dissipated slightly, and the Taoist's true appearance was revealed.

This was an old Taoist priest with gray hair, a long beard hanging down to his chest, and an immortal look. He looked at Fu Qingzhou with a serious expression, holding an arrow in his left hand and two arrows in his right hand - he actually held all three arrows in his hands easily!

"You are so young, but you don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"

The old Taoist priest shouted coldly: "Today, I, the Immortal Master, will teach you what is meant by... Ugh!"

He was halfway through his words when his expression suddenly changed and he dropped the feather arrow with a trembling hand.

When he looked down at his palms, he found that the palms had turned black.

"This is the snake venom that I refined for seven days and seven nights."

Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "The last tiger lasted for a quarter of an hour before dying. How long can you, an immortal, last?" The old Taoist's face changed drastically. Without caring about anything else, he picked up his Taoist robe, turned around and ran into the valley, soon disappearing in the fog.

Fu Qingzhou was not in a hurry. He slowly stood up and followed the direction the old Taoist priest fled.

The mist quickly engulfed him. He twitched his nose to sniff, but was choked and coughed a few times. He laughed and said, "I thought this old bastard was good at making dry ice, but it turned out to be just ordinary wood smoke? Isn't he afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning from inhaling too much? He's willing to sacrifice his life just to show off."

He took out a piece of cloth from his arms, covered his mouth and nose, and continued walking into the valley.

Although it is difficult to determine the direction in the thick smoke, the Taoist has lived here for a long time and has built some blue brick roads for easy walking. After all, if the "immortal" appears after the rain, it would be a bit unsightly to be found with mud on his feet.

Not far along the blue brick road, you can see a small Taoist temple with great charm, with moss on the tiles and swaying bamboo shadows. However, the pile of burning firewood placed at the entrance of the temple is a bit of an eyesore.

Fu Qingzhou strode into the Taoist temple and saw the old Taoist priest at a glance.

The Taoist priest fell to the ground, with an overturned wooden table beside him and a pile of bottles and jars scattered around him, but he no longer had the chance to open them.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest was bleeding from all his seven orifices. His hands and feet were stiff and he could not move. He collapsed on the ground and twitched. He looked at Fu Qingzhou with resentful eyes and asked hoarsely and intermittently: "Why, why..."

Fu Qingzhou sneered: "How did the butcher in Hesha Village die last month?"

The old Taoist priest was startled and murmured, "He, he died of illness."

"He ate your elixir and died of heavy metal poisoning."

Fu Qingzhou still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "What about the He family in Qingwa Village? You took all their belongings and gave them the immortal cultivation secrets, but in the end, they all jumped into the river hand in hand and died. Do you remember?"

The old Taoist priest looked extremely frightened, and his blackened lips kept twitching.

Fu Qingzhou brought a chair and sat down, crossing his legs, and said condescendingly: "Eight families in Liumu Town, thirty people; four families in Hesha Village, nine people; five families in Qingwa Village, thirteen people, all their lives will be recorded in your name."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and gently patted the old Taoist priest's face: "Your life cannot afford to pay for it."

The old Taoist priest was shocked and frightened, and his stiff body began to tremble.

"You said you could easily catch my three arrows, you must be an expert."

Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "Why do you have to do this? You don't have any experience in the underworld."

But the old Taoist priest was no longer able to answer this question. The poison had already attacked his heart. Large amounts of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and horrible blood spots appeared under his skin. In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, his legs stretched out, and he died.

Fu Qingzhou snorted disdainfully, ignored the corpse, and began to search the Taoist temple.

This old Taoist priest pretended to be an immortal and cheated people for money. There were many valuable things in the Taoist temple, such as the incense burner made of lacquer gold, the vase was an antique, and the Taoist robe was made of the finest silk satin...

He quickly looted a large pile of stuff, but he couldn't carry it away by himself, so he had to go back and get a horse to pull it away.

After finishing his work and before leaving, Fu Qingzhou once again squatted in front of the old Taoist priest's body.

He looked at the corpse with poisonous blood all over its face and body and laughed coldly.

"You are the same as the twelve guys I hunted before."

“Blood is all black.”

After saying this, the young man walked away. The mist in the valley dissipated, the sun had set outside the mountain, night fell, and the moon was dim.

Fu Qingzhou learned martial arts and archery with his adoptive father since he was young. Three years ago, his adoptive father believed in Taoism and swallowed gold and died. Since then, Fu Qingzhou has been searching for "immortals" and killing them. He distributed all the stolen property to the victims' relatives and friends, leaving only a little for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

If we count from the day I traveled through time, it has been ten years.

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(End of this chapter)