Xuanxia

Chapter 323 You Must Fight
"It's the exiled old man!"

Seeing this old charlatan, before Fu Qingzhou could say anything, Tang Jiao jumped up excitedly, ran over happily, and said with a bow, "Hello, old sir. Is the dish I made the other day delicious?"

"Well~ my little girl is not only well-behaved, but also has good craftsmanship!"

The exiled old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Whoever marries you will be very lucky!"

When Tang Jiao heard this, her cheeks immediately turned red.

Fu Qingzhou, however, had a strange look on his face: "Jiaojiao, when did you become so close to this old god... uh, old gentleman?"

"Brother, you don't know that the exiled old man is very accurate in fortune-telling!"

Tang Jiao said excitedly: "A few days ago, he knew my identity and origin as soon as he saw my face. After I told him my birth date, the old man explained my life experience clearly!"

"Alas..."

The exiled old man was in high spirits and waved his hand modestly: "They are all basic skills, basic skills."

Fu Qingzhou coughed lightly.

"Sir."

He asked softly, "What advice do you have for me today?"

"Look at what you said. We are also friends who have risked our lives for each other!" The exiled old man frowned and said, "You are injured. Can't I come and see you?"

A life-and-death friendship?

Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened.

When did it happen?
When you tricked me into climbing over the wall and sneaking into the toilet?
But before he could refute, the exiled old man glanced at Tang Jiao and said with a smile: "Little girl, your senior brother and I have something important to discuss. Otherwise, can you make room for us?"

Before Tang Jiao could speak, Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Jiao Jiao is my own little sister. There is nothing that cannot be discussed. You can talk about anything you want to talk about, old gentleman."

The exiled old man raised an eyebrow: "Really? Are you sure?"

Fu Qingzhou felt a little weird, but still nodded: "Well, I have nothing to hide."

Indeed, he had even told Tang Jiao about his past life and his godfather, so there was no secret left.

Seeing that he insisted, the exiled old man followed suit: "That's fine, it's your decision."

After saying that, he staggered into the house and sat down at the table.

Tang Jiao listened to the two people talking, but hesitated: "Brother, how about I go out?"

"Okay, don't make it so complicated."

Fu Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "Since you are here, just stay. You haven't even sat down yet, so there is no reason to chase you away. Mr. Exiled, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Row!"

The exiled old man raised one eyebrow and said slowly: "Young man, I came here to tell you one thing!"

He raised a finger and said with a smile: "You must fight for the top spot in this Hidden Dragon Hundred Talents Conference."

After hearing this, Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

Isn't this wrong?

Just now...didn't I say that I wouldn't compete for the top spot?
Whether you fight or not, isn't it just a thought in your mind?

In an instant, his expression became stern, and his contempt for the exiled old man was mostly suppressed, but he still had a smile on his face and asked, "What do you mean, old man? I have never said that I will not compete for the top spot."

"You didn't say it, but you thought it."

The exiled old man smiled and said, "You think you have no reason to compete for the top spot. Competing with others is not your nature, so naturally you have no interest."

Fu Qingzhou remained silent.

Tang Jiao couldn't help but interrupt and asked, "Brother, you really don't want the first place? But you are so good, if you win the first place, you can become famous all over the world!"

"My dear little girl, your elder brother has already become famous all over the world."

The exiled old man laughed and said, "Think about it again, if he wins the championship, what else can he do?"

"What else could there be?"

Tang Jiao blinked in confusion.

After Fu Qingzhou's thoughts were revealed by the exiled old gentleman, he no longer had any contempt in his heart.

Sure enough, the person who could be invited by Jiang Baichuan to become one of the three great guests of the Wulin Alliance was definitely not an ordinary person.

Although this person is as unruly and charlatan as Qingsongzi, he still has real skills.

He clasped his fists and said, "Please give me some advice, old sir." "Advice? I have no advice." The exiled old sir smiled and said, "You can also think about the question I asked me just now - what else does the champion of this conference have besides fame?"

"what else……"

Fu Qingzhou thought for a moment and asked, "Could it be that this is the magic pill given by the leader?"

“Divine Pill…”

The exiled old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is this what you want?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't understand what he meant, and was a little uncertain, so he asked, "Could it be an opportunity to compete with many young peers?"

"An opportunity to spar with each other?" Mr. Exiled asked again: "Is this what you want?"

Fu Qingzhou was really confused by the question: "Old sir, what exactly do you mean? I really don't understand."

"What I mean is that you should tell me what you can get from this competition for the top spot." The exiled old man narrowed his eyes.

Fu Qingzhou tilted his head, confused.

No... before, didn't you say that I must fight for the first place?
Now, should I ask you, or you ask me?
But after the exiled old man said this, he really thought about it seriously.

Magic pill?

He still didn't know what the magic pill used as a reward was, but for him, it would be good to have it, but it didn't matter if he didn't have it.

An opportunity to compete with peers? Frankly speaking, he seemed to have competed with all the strongest people of the younger generation, except Ning Wushu and Zhao Hao.

But Zhao Hao is now a judge, so naturally he cannot go on stage in person; Ning Wushu...if he could have a real competition with her, it would indeed be a good opportunity for him to broaden his horizons, but this competition does not have to take place on stage, right?

Fu Qingzhou pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with a good answer.

But at this moment, Tang Jiao beside her suddenly clapped her hands: "I know!"

The two looked at her, and she smiled and said, "Because I want to see Big Brother win the championship~"

Fu Qingzhou was startled, and the exiled old gentleman's hand stroking his beard paused slightly.

"It's not just me."

Tang Jiao continued, "Now everyone in Luoyi says that Big Brother will definitely win the championship. They all want to see Big Brother defeat all opponents on the stage and majestically take the title of Hidden Dragon!"

Fu Qingzhou laughed.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty and touched Tang Jiao's head.

"it is good."

He smiled and said, "I don't care about the others. Jiaojiao, if you want to see Big Brother win, then Big Brother will win."

The exiled old man squinted his eyes, his pupils trembling slightly.

"I see……"

In a voice that only he could hear, he murmured, "Interesting, really interesting."

At this time, Fu Qingzhou also looked over: "Old sir, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Haha, how can I say satisfied or dissatisfied?"

The exiled old man smiled and said, "It's good as long as you can understand your true heart."

After saying that, he suddenly stretched out his hand slyly, handed it to Fu Qingzhou, and spread out his palm.

Fu Qingzhou was startled: "Old sir, what is this?"

"Oh, you seemed to understand it last time."

The exiled old man winked and said, "It cost me a lot to tell you this fortune, and I also revealed the secret of heaven. So, thank you, ten taels of silver!"

In an instant, Fu Qingzhou's eyes almost rolled up to the top of his head.

But Tang Jiao at the side was very neat, and quickly took out ten taels of silver, and said sweetly: "Old people used to say that you must pay for fortune-telling, otherwise the fortune will get worse and worse. It's only right for the old man to take the money."

"Hahaha, you are a sensible girl!" The exiled old man laughed and put the money away, feeling very satisfied.

Just then, there was another knock on the door outside the yard.

Fu Qingzhou sighed helplessly: "What's going on today? So many people came to my house? I'm still injured..."

As he sighed, he heard a Wulin League disciple outside the house shouting, "Young Master Fu! There is a little beggar named Li Xiaoyue. She said she knows you. Do you know her?"

(End of this chapter)