Xuanxia

Chapter 129: Scholar and Killing Intent

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Fu Qingzhou rode on his horse with a gloomy face, the hoarse and unpleasant singing of the smoker echoing in his mind.

On his waist, a fine jade pendant was swaying gently, like a person shaking his head.

"Stop singing, it's so annoying!"

He scolded in his mind, "If you sing again I'll stuff you into a horse's ass!"

"Hehehe, I'll sing, I'll sing!" The smoker was very proud and sang even louder.

Fu Qingzhou was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but when he looked down at the innocent look in the horse's eyes, he thought and gave up.

He always keeps his word. Although it was not the smoker who saved Ding Shuanghe's young son, he did come up with a plan, but he gave up in the end.

So, he still kept his promise and found a piece of precious jade for the smoker to live in.

Fifty miles is not far. If you ride a horse, you can get there in half a day.

"Desolate mountains, ruined temples, scholars... Why do they have a bit of a Chinese Ghost Story vibe to them?" Fu Qingzhou laughed dryly, "So I am Yan Chixia?"

He naturally agreed to Zuo Lamei's request.

Of course, this couldn't be free - in exchange, Fu Qingzhou told her everything about the Fanyin Temple.

Judging from the Ding Shuanghe incident, although Zuo Lamei had a strange temper, he was also an old senior with good intentions and could probably help him.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Zuo Lamei's expression became extremely solemn. She asked Fu Qingzhou to do what he should do first, and she would also do something.

Zuo Lamei even stated that protecting the scholar for three days would be of great benefit to exposing the Fanyin Temple in the future.

Coupled with the upcoming Wulin Alliance, the Meifeng City trip can be said to have gained a lot, and Fu Qingzhou is very satisfied.

More importantly, as Ding Shuanghe finished his business, the Yiran Jue in his body quietly increased again. Now he is obviously much stronger than when he just came down the mountain.

After a while, the Smoker was probably tired of singing and finally stopped singing, but it actually fell asleep and began to snore in Fu Qingzhou's mind!
Fu Qingzhou was annoyed by him to the point of collapse, but fortunately Bai Foshan finally arrived at this time, and he was finally able to divert some of his attention.

It was almost dusk and the sky was dark. There was no village or people around. Only a few faint lights could be seen in the woods. This was probably the ruined temple that Zuo Lamei mentioned.

Zuo Lamei did not tell him who the scholar was, nor did she tell him what had happened to him, or even why she wanted to protect him.

But Fu Qingzhou didn't ask.

He simply felt that this vague and trustworthy feeling was very chivalrous, and if he wanted to ask, he would ask the scholar in person, as this would be more interesting.

Baifo Mountain is not a very high and dangerous mountain, but a low and vast forest covered with dense forests.

The ruined temple was deep in the mountains. Following the direction of the fire, we soon saw the ruined temple.

This temple... is really dilapidated.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded in the sky, darkness began to fall quietly, the outline of the ruined temple was looming in the faint afterglow, and the mottled and broken walls seemed to be more prominent.

The temple door was half-open, letting in a faint light. On the dilapidated eaves, a few remaining tiles were swaying in the wind, making slight noises.

Pushing the door open, I saw an oil lamp swaying gently in the wind. Under the lamp, a scholar with his clothes full of patches was lying on a tattered straw mat with his back to the temple door, sleeping soundly.

Fu Qingzhou didn't rush to wake him up, but looked around.

The temple was in a mess, with thick dust on the broken altar and the ruined statues beyond recognition. Some mottled murals could be vaguely seen on the surrounding walls, with faded colors and blurred lines.

A mountain breeze blew by, and a whimpering sound came from the ruined temple, like the whispering of a ghost, which was creepy. In the distant mountains and forests, the roars of wild animals and the calls of birds were heard from time to time, adding a bit of desolation and weirdness.

"Ha, it really has a bit of a Chinese Ghost Story vibe to it."

He laughed dryly and said, "It's a pity that there are no female ghosts here, only an old ghost."

heavy smoker:"……"

Fu Qingzhou squatted behind the scholar and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Brother, wake up." "Hmm...?"

The scholar muttered twice like in a dream, turned around, opened his hazy eyes and took a look.

When he saw clearly that there was a person squatting behind him, he was immediately shocked!
"You you you you!"

The scholar was shocked and angry, half rolling and half crawling back: "You are not following the rules! It's not even midnight yet, you can't kill me!"

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Uh...brother, calm down, I'm not here to kill you."

The scholar stared at him with eyes wide open.

The scholar looked to be about twenty years old, with a delicate appearance, pale face, thin body, and covered in dust.

Fu Qingzhou laughed, trying to make his eyes look gentle and friendly: "I'm not lying to you. I want to kill you. I just did it while you were sleeping. I'm here to protect you."

"Protect me?"

The scholar quickly calmed down, and then his expression brightened: "Someone actually came to protect me!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Can you tell me what's going on? If I understand the situation clearly, I will know who the enemy is and how to protect you."

"It's easy to talk about."

The scholar quickly got up from the ground and went to close the doors and windows nervously.

Only then did Fu Qingzhou notice that he was limping and his right foot was half dragging on the ground, which meant he must have been seriously injured.

"Is your foot okay?"

He said with concern: "If the bones are injured, you have to treat them well."

"It doesn't matter."

The scholar waved his hand nonchalantly: "I have taken medicine and will recover in a few days. But now I can't go anywhere else, so I can only stay in this dilapidated temple."

He enthusiastically pulled out a box from behind the statue, and then a new straw mat from the box, and spread them out on the ground: "Come, brother, please sit down."

It looks like he is entertaining guests at home.

Fu Qingzhou found it very interesting and sat down cross-legged on the straw mat.

The scholar did not stop, and took out a small pot of wine and two small wine glasses from the box, and said with a chuckle: "Come on, have some wine."

Fu Qingzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out his hand to stop him: "With such a powerful enemy at hand, it's better not to drink, right?"

"Oh, that's right, I'll drink it myself."

The scholar felt a little regretful, so he poured himself a cup and drank it in one gulp.

"By the way, this is Yue Heng."

He bowed to Fu Qingzhou and said, "What's your name, brother?"

"It turns out to be Brother Yue." Fu Qingzhou smiled and clasped his fists in return: "I am Fu Qingzhou."

"Brother Fu."

The scholar Yue Heng seemed to have a poor alcohol tolerance. After drinking one glass, his face was already red. "You will have to work hard for the next three days... There will be many people coming to kill me. If you can stop them, stop them. If you can't, just leave."

Fu Qingzhou blinked and said, "Brother Yue, please tell me what's going on first."

"okay."

Yue Heng nodded slightly, poured himself a second glass of wine, and said slowly: "Actually, this is a very clichéd story, a poor scholar, an official's daughter..."

(End of this chapter)