Xuanxia

Chapter 1087: Fear of being close to home

In the southern part of Yan State, outside the Shiwanda Mountains, Bailu Mountain, and outside Lingxiang Town.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the familiar town from afar, as if it were a lifetime ago.

Not far away, the smoker... was vomiting.

He squatted in the grass by the roadside, hugging a tree and vomiting.

Fu Qingzhou turned around helplessly: "What are you doing? You've interrupted my mood."

"vomit--"

The smoker vomited for a while, then turned around, his face pale, and said angrily: "I have no cultivation now! I am just an ordinary person! Can you fly slower when you take me flying! Damn it, I feel dizzy!"

Fu Qingzhou was speechless: "You think I'm flying too fast? What do you think?"

"I was gonna say that... Ugh..."

The smoker started to spit out halfway through his words, wiped his mouth, turned around and cursed: "When I open my mouth, the wind rushes into my mouth! How can I say this!"

Fu Qingzhou: “…”

The smoker finally recovered and Fu Qingzhou was trying to calm down. The old man's noisy voice rang in his ears again.

"I vomited so much that my stomach is flat. Damn, why didn't I realize that I had such trouble with my body before? Hurry up, find something to eat!"

The smoker yelled, "Eat something good. Even though there's nothing good to eat in this shabby little place, you're a local after all. Find something good to eat!"

Fu Qingzhou was so annoyed by his noise that his head got hurt.

The two of them walked into Lingxiang Town, one holding his head and the other talking loudly.

The town was no different from what Fu Qingzhou remembered. In such a remote town, there would not be any major changes in years or even decades. Even if a building was destroyed by wind and rain, another building identical to the one in the past would soon be erected in its place.

Walking into the streets of the small town and looking at the sparsely scattered small shops on both sides of the road, Fu Qingzhou felt as if he had returned to his teenage years.

Of course, it wasn’t the innocent, happy, and carefree teenage years.

At that time, he was full of worries and only wanted to find the charlatan who killed his father and kill him.

At the same time, he also had to find a way to support himself, and from time to time he had to go hunting and sell it in town.

Not only that, he also had to beware of the old ghost in the dilapidated temple... Although the old ghost was teaching him kung fu, who knew what it was up to? After all, it was the first time they met, and it wanted to take over his body!
"Ah sneeze!"

The smoker sneezed suddenly, rubbed his nose, and looked at Fu Qingzhou suspiciously: "Boy, are you cursing me in your heart?"

"Yeah, I'm cursing."

Fu Qingzhou admitted it frankly, then turned his head and looked at him: "I think you have recovered enough, right? What happened back then? Can you tell me?"

"I'm starving. Eat something and I'll tell you after I eat." The smoker held his stomach, looking half dead.

Helplessly, Fu Qingzhou could only take him to the only restaurant in town.

Although it was not early in the morning, the restaurant was still closed. After knocking on the door for a long time, the waiter yawned and took down the door: "Who is it, so early in the morning... uh... Looks familiar, buddy, do we know each other?"

"It's been many years since we last met, Ayun."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I'm Ah Zhou."

"Azhou? Azhou..."

The waiter recalled for a moment, then suddenly realized: "It's you! Oh my God, how long have you not been here? Three years? Four years?"

"It should be five or six years."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "It has been a long time indeed."

The smoker leaned against the door with a sullen face: "How about we eat first and then talk about the past?"

"Okay, okay, come in quickly, come in."

The waiter quickly welcomed them in: "The cook hasn't come yet, can I make you some rice porridge?"

"What do you mean by white? I..." The smoker said dissatisfiedly.

"Just rice porridge."

Fu Qingzhou interrupted him and said with a smile: "It would be fine if we have some kimchi or fermented mustard." "Okay, no problem!" The waiter responded and quickly ran to the kitchen.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the smoker: "It's early in the morning, and there's no breakfast here, so just eat something casually."

"Alright, alright."

The smoker sighed painfully.

Soon, white rice porridge and two small bowls of kimchi were served.

But after the dishes were served, the waiter did not leave. Instead, he sat down next to Fu Qingzhou and said, "Azhou, where have you been these years? Did you go out of the mountains to make a living?"

"That's it."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I feel uncomfortable being trapped in this mountain all the time. I want to go out and have a look."

The smoker looked at him and said nothing more. Instead, he picked up the bowl and started eating.

"That's great. I want to go out and take a look, too."

The waiter sighed, "But I got married in the past two years and have a child, so I can't leave."

"Hey, you have a baby?"

Fu Qingzhou was surprised: "Congratulations!"

After saying that, he took out a few silver coins from his sleeve and pushed them over.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the waiter was shocked.

"It's for the children, it's for the children, not for you!"

"No, no, I can't do that!"

"Don't talk too much, I made a lot of money outside!"

The smoker drank rice porridge and ate kimchi, watching the two people pushing and pulling each other coldly.

The people in this remote town seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening outside. Even Southern Xinjiang was once surrounded by the Xishuo Army, but the people in this town seemed to know nothing about the world-famous Fu Qingzhou.

Or maybe they had heard of it, but just couldn't connect it with the hunter "Azhou".

Finally, the waiter accepted the change and praised Fu Qingzhou, his fellow villager who had "worked outside for many years and earned a lot of money". It would probably not take a few days for the news in the town to spread that he had done big business outside and became a big boss.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore."

The waiter stood up with a smile: "If you are not in a hurry, I will cook two more dishes for you myself, and you can enjoy your meal slowly, okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" The smoker nodded repeatedly.

After the waiter left, Fu Qingzhou looked at the smoker and laughed, "Look at how useless you are."

"Alas, it's been so long since I last had a body. I forgot I felt pain, hunger, and tiredness."

The smoker put down his bowl of porridge and sighed, "If I had known that I would become a useless person after getting my body back, I would have been better off being a ghost."

He wiped his mouth and said leisurely: "But the fortune-teller was right. My coming back from the dead is a miracle among miracles."

Fu Qingzhou didn't respond.

He knew that the smoker was about to get down to business.

As expected, the Smoker cast his gaze towards Lingxiang Town outside the door and said faintly, "Boy Fu, do you know that the bottom of Bailu Mountain... is the end of the Styx?"

"Oh?"

Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "Isn't the end of the Styx in Southern Xinjiang?"

"Not much different. At the end of the Styx is a huge underground lake. We call it the Styx Lake. The southern part of Xinjiang... is the edge of the lake, and Bailu Mountain is in the center of the Styx Lake."

The smoker's eyes showed a look of reminiscence: "You should be able to feel that this place is different from all other places in the world. The spiritual energy here is extremely weak. No matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to open the acupoints and enter the door of cultivation here. That's because the Dark Lake is the beginning of the cycle of life and death. All living beings are reincarnated and new souls are born from here. The spiritual energy within a hundred miles has been absorbed into the Dark Lake and cannot be dispersed."

"A thousand years ago, on the day when the immortals of the Heavenly Dao were born... the old Heavenly Dao had already begun to decline, so the caves and heavens dried up and the spirits declined."

"And the new Heavenly Dao, that is, you, will be born here."

(End of this chapter)