Xuanxia

Chapter 317 Origin
Fu Qingzhou's eyes were blurred.

His consciousness was already blurred, and everything before his eyes seemed like a dream.

"Where...is this?"

The surroundings were full of fog, and there seemed to be many figures swaying in the fog. He couldn't see who these people were, nor did he understand what they wanted to do.

He didn't know when or how he got here, nor did he know what he was going to do.

He just groped forward relying on his weak instinct.

Looking at the figures around him, for some reason, Fu Qingzhou felt a strong sense of pity in his heart.

“Are they like me, unable to remember who they are and what they want?”

Just as some thoughts came to his mind, a gust of wind blew in the fog.

The wind failed to blow away the fog, but it caused bursts of muffled groans and cries of pain to be heard from the fog!

Fu Qingzhou's heart tightened and he moved towards the sound.

As he walked, he suddenly felt something sticky under his feet and smelled a strong smell of blood... Walking further, he saw several people lying in a pool of blood whose faces could not be seen clearly, and in the middle of them stood a man holding a long knife.

Seeing him coming, the man slowly turned around.

Fu Qingzhou was shocked—it was actually him? !
No... this is not me. This man only looks similar to me, but his eyes are blood red!

"no need to thank me."

The man with bloodshot eyes smiled and said, "Now that they are dead, they will no longer be confused."

His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of sadness.

Fu Qingzhou looked at him, his heart trembled, and he felt something was wrong.

As soon as this feeling of uneasy feeling arose, a gust of wind blew up in the fog again.

"Buzz!"

With the sound of a bowstring, the man with bloodshot eyes suddenly became alert, raised his knife and blocked an arrow flying towards him!

The arrow was so powerful that it made him take several steps back.

"Pfft..."

The man swung his long sword and sneered, "How dare you provoke me, you coward?"

"You broke your promise."

In the mist, a calm but angry voice was heard. This voice was very similar to Fu Qingzhou's, but it was colder: "I will never let you do whatever you want."

"I don't keep my promise?"

The man with bloodshot eyes tilted his head to glance at Fu Qingzhou, shook his head and smiled: "It's obvious that he is not firm enough."

"You took advantage of the situation and sneaked in." The voice in the mist said solemnly: "No need to say more... Come and fight!"

As he was speaking, the strings rang again, and the man with bloodshot eyes drew his sword and rushed into the fog, disappearing.

Fu Qingzhou looked at all this in a daze, and subconsciously wanted to chase after it, but then he realized that there seemed to be some very important person or thing behind him.

He looked back.

I don't know when another person appeared behind me.

The man's figure and clothes were similar to his own, except that he wore a strange mask on his face. The mask looked like a bottomless pool with two thick ink marks, one black and one white, swirling in the pool.

When he saw the mask, Fu Qingzhou forgot about the man and the voice in the fog.

He looked deeply at the bottomless mask and the two intersecting and rotating black and white energies. His entire mind was immersed in them and he couldn't extricate himself.

"All this has nothing to do with you."

From under the mask came an ethereal and distant voice, neither male nor female, like a man or a woman: "I am where you came from, come to me."

Fu Qingzhou turned around completely and looked directly at the masked man.

He slowly stretched out his hand and reached over.

The masked man stood there, motionless, the black and white energy on the mask spinning faster and faster, as if he was expecting and longing to touch him.

Fu Qingzhou's fingers were getting closer and closer to the mask, and the black and white energies gradually separated from the mask and gathered towards his fingertips.

In his mind, a mysterious door gradually opened. He seemed to see everything, and yet he seemed to see endless nothingness.

nothingness?

……

At the same time, in reality.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Wu Changfeng covered the knife wound on his chest, half-knelt on the ground, and kept coughing up blood.

Tang Jiao fell behind him, already unconscious, with blood flowing from her mouth and nose.

On the other side, Ning Wushu's arms were completely dislocated. He was leaning against the broken wall in the village, unable to cough.

Murong Xuan's long sleeves were torn, she fainted on the ground, and most of the sharp nails on her ten fingers were broken.

There was a purple mark on Qiu Chan's neck from being pinched. She sat weakly among the bird corpses lying on the ground. She tried to get up again, but she was too weak.

Zhao Hao's trouser legs were torn apart and his legs were swollen like green buns. He was hanging upside down on a tree branch with his eyes closed, and he also fainted.

Not only them, but also many, many others... those young heroes who came to support, those chivalrous knights, many of whom have been famous in the martial arts world for a long time...

Those who are willing to come here from the Wulin Alliance may not all be brave and righteous people; but those who are willing to step forward to join the battle after seeing such a dangerous scene and such a terrifying Fu Qingzhou are all outstanding people.

But now, they all fell aside without exception!
These people were all seriously injured, with horrific knife wounds all over their bodies.

But the miraculous thing is that all these injuries narrowly avoided their vital parts!

Therefore, even though everyone was seriously injured, no one died.

Including Yang Liuqing, Qu Yi, Lin Qu... too many people who arrived later, were now either fainted or collapsed, covered in blood, and groaning in pain.

"Fu, Donor Fu..."

In the center of the field, Fu Qingzhou had an expressionless face. He grabbed Yuan Zhen's neck with one hand and lifted him up. In the other hand, he held Yuan Zhen's broadsword, the blade of which was covered in blood.

"donor……"

Yuan Zhen struggled, trying to keep his expression calm, and said in a hoarse voice: "You still have...kindness in your heart...don't...let evil thoughts control your mind..."

Fu Qingzhou seemed to have heard nothing, he just tilted his head, his eyes empty. The strange pattern on his forehead was flashing, and it was not just Qi Ran Jue flowing through his body, but also an unknown mysterious aura, which was even more powerful than Qi Ran Jue, and did not seem to be his own power at all, and it did not even seem to be a power from this world!
"Is this person really Fu Qingzhou?"

In the crowd that fell to the ground, the dwarf Liu Xiaokong murmured in pain: "He can beat a group of us by himself, and he still wants to be the leader..."

"This person is not Brother Fu!"

Wu Changfeng coughed up a mouthful of blood and spit, cursing, "He must have been controlled by that old witch's witchcraft! We must, must subdue him!"

Old witch...

When everyone heard this, they subconsciously looked into the distance.

Outside the village, a group of martial arts veterans had already fought with Huo Yaer to the point of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking. There were constant bursts of loud noises, large clouds of dust, and all kinds of sword lights, gun shadows, and colorful lights whistling and flashing.

"Yes..." Qiu Chan also said in a hoarse voice: "He must still have self-awareness, otherwise he would have strangled me to death just now. At the last moment, he still let me go."

She wasn't the only one who felt the same way.

Everyone at the scene who had just fought with Fu Qingzhou had this experience.

With those swords and punches, almost none of them could last more than three moves under Fu Qingzhou's hands, but those ruthless moves that should have taken their lives always changed at the last moment, only seriously injuring them.

"Master Fu..." Yuan Zhen's face had been pinched red and purple, and he clasped his hands together in front of his chest with difficulty and said, "Please... listen to me..."

He looked at Fu Qingzhou's hollow eyes and said with difficulty: "If the mind is pure, the qi will be peaceful; if the mind is scattered, the qi will follow. You should know that the mind is the source of all things, and the qi is the messenger of the mind. When the mind is pure, the qi is harmonious, when the qi is harmonious, the body is at peace, and when the body is at peace, the Tao is prosperous..."

"Also, Pure Mind, you should visualize yourself sitting on a lotus, with all distracting thoughts in your mind passing away like flowing water, leaving only your pure mind. A lotus grows out of mud but remains unstained. Your mind should also be like this, living in the world but not stained..."

"Furthermore, Pure Mind, you should recite this Dharani mantra, which goes like this: 'Om Mani Padme Hum'. This mantra can remove all suffering, it is true and not false. You should have deep faith in it, practice diligently day and night, purify your mind and calm your spirit, and you will naturally achieve success..."

These words should not have been spoken out loud in his current state with his throat being strangled, but as his lips moved up and down slightly, each word seemed to come out of thin air, no longer sounding like words uttered by him, but like words from his heart, echoing in everyone's ears.

Hearing the Buddha's words, Fu Qingzhou frowned slightly, seeming to be very uncomfortable, and threw Yuan Zhen out with a flick of his hand.

Yuan Zhen fell heavily to the side, groaned in pain, and stopped reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

Fu Qingzhou picked up the broadsword and swept the scene with his empty eyes, but did not attack them. Instead, he stuck the knife into the ground and slowly walked towards where Huo Yaer and the others were fighting.

“No, no…”

Ning Wushu recovered his breath and gritted his teeth, "Stop him!"

But who has the strength and ability to stop him now?

Only Qiu Chan looked at his back with a complicated expression, muttering, "Is he the cause of the drastic changes in the world?"

Fu Qingzhou walked slowly and calmly, his clothes fluttering without wind. An extremely powerful and mysterious aura flowed from his body, condensed like water, surrounding him.

……

In a weird dream fog.

Fu Qingzhou's hand was about to touch the mask.

The black and white auras from the mask were already flowing out, encircling his hands, his wrists, and even his arms.

But at this moment, his hand stopped.

"Do not."

He spoke with difficulty: "No."

"What's wrong?" A question came from under the mask.

"It's just not right." Fu Qingzhou's confused eyes gradually regained clarity: "You are not where I come from."

"I am where you came from." The voice under the mask was very confident.

Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly: "Then... have you heard of airplanes?"

Masked man: “?”

"There's also air conditioning, tank?" Fu Qingzhou said as he slowly withdrew his hand: "Do you know Marvel? What about DC? Um... I also like Dragon Ball, Akira Toriyama is really awesome."

The masked man's voice became obviously hesitant: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, you're not where I come from."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "My origin is something you cannot understand."

Before I knew it, the fog around me gradually dissipated.

The figures in the fog disappeared as the fog dissipated, and two figures appeared behind Fu Qingzhou.

One of them had bloodshot eyes and held a long sword, while the other had blue eyes and carried a bow and arrow.

They looked exactly like Fu Qingzhou, with many wounds on their bodies. They stood calmly behind Fu Qingzhou, looking at the masked man with hostility in their eyes.

"It's really not easy to struggle out of you."

Fu Qingzhou smiled with some difficulty and effort: "But when I got close to you, all I saw was nothingness, endless emptiness. That's not where I came from at all."

"That is……"

The masked man whispered: "Tao..."

"I don't care what it is." Fu Qingzhou interrupted him: "Where I come from is not a place without games, comics, novels, and even less vitality."

Then, he turned to the man with bloodshot eyes and said, "You are Qi Ran."

Qi Ran nodded slightly.

Fu Qingzhou turned to the man with blue eyes and said, "Then you are Yiran."

Yiran nodded.

"Do me a favor." Fu Qingzhou said tiredly, "Don't argue for now, drive this weirdo away, and we can talk about our business later."

Yi Ran said calmly: "I'm fine, just look at him."

"I..." Qi Ran sighed: "That's all."

As he spoke, he raised the knife.

Yiran also drew his bow and drew his arrow.

Fu Qingzhou slowly retreated. The masked man faced the blades and arrows without moving. He just stared at Fu Qingzhou quietly with his eyes under the mask.

The next moment, the knife fell, the arrow arrived, and the masked man melted into the mist like smoke and finally disappeared.

At the same time, in reality, the pattern on Fu Qingzhou's forehead suddenly stopped flickering and quickly faded away in the wind.

(End of this chapter)