The years when I explored the fairyland

Wenxiang Temple,

Zhenwu Hall.

When Chu Zhou arrived with the butler Hao Songqing, Zhou Wu was already here.

He stood in front of the statue of Zhenwu Emperor, with his hands behind his back and his head slightly raised. The last ray of light from the setting sun shone through the gate and shone on his back, giving him a layer of golden light, making him look even more sacred and solemn.

However, Chu Zhou looked from outside the door, and at a glance, he seemed to see a bit of sadness, loneliness, and determination from the back.

After stepping over the threshold, the butler Hao Songqing immediately bowed and saluted: "Master, Taoist Chu is here!"

"Okay, you go down first."

"I obey!"

Hao Songqing left, Zhou Wu slowly turned around, Chu Zhou paused, and with just a blink of an eye, it seemed that what he had just seen was all an illusion.

Zhou Wu looked at Chu Zhou and asked, "My friend, are you feeling better?"

"The master gave me enough medicinal materials, so I've recovered a long time ago."

Zhou Wu asked again, "Do you know about the Tiger Demon Pavilion?"

Chu Zhou nodded, "It's such a big thing, I think it's hard not to know."

"Then, my friend, don't you have anything to ask?"

Chu Zhou asked back, "Master, what do you think I should ask?"

"For example, who hired Tingfeng Tower?"

"Well, Master, can you tell me who is so generous?"

"It was me and old Yun Lie. We discussed the price with Tingfeng Tower and each paid half."

Such a "shocking" news was said by Zhou Wu so lightly that Chu Zhou was not mentally prepared and his face changed again and again.

Zhou Wu slowly turned around and faced the statue of Zhenwu again. His voice was much lower, but unusually clear.

"Outsiders don't know that I have a close relationship with Kou Wulie. He needs my Wenxiang Temple to help share the pressure of Yunya Sword Sect, and I also need the support of Husha Pavilion."

"He and I are connected because of the interests of the sect, but after a long time, we have more real feelings.

Especially, he once pointed out the way forward for me in martial arts and taught me a lot. He is half a teacher to me."

Chu Zhou's eyes condensed, and his voice became more serious: "If so, why do you do this?"

"Why? Why? Of course, it's because he blocked my way."

Zhou Wu turned his back to Chu Zhou, not letting people see his face clearly, but his voice seemed to be getting more distant: "My friend, I remember talking to you about my past?"

Chu Zhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded: "I know a little!"

"Then you should know that my life was not easy when I was a child. My family was too poor to support so many brothers and sisters. I was worried about having enough food every day.

Until I entered Wenxiang Temple later, my master, and several teachers My uncle taught me to cultivate Taoism, learn literature, practice martial arts, and make incense.

At that time, Wenxiang Temple was just a small Taoist temple. Although we had the skill of making incense, we were often bullied by nearby gangs and had to pay tribute to Yunya Sword Sect.

So, even though we had a skill, our master and uncle still lived in poverty, and I was also hungry and full, but that was the fastest time in my memory, no one else.

Even later, when I became a congenital, countless people were submissive in front of me, and I could decide the life and death of countless people with just a raise of my hand, and I had countless confidantes, but I still couldn't find the initial happiness. "

"So, when my master and uncle were killed by the people of Yunya Sword Sect, I told myself that I would wipe out Yunya Sword Sect for the rest of my life."

Chu Zhou raised his head slightly and asked, "So, you want to tell me that all you did was for revenge?"

"No, or not just that!"

Zhou Wu finally turned around again and faced Chu Zhou face to face, their eyes met, and their eyes were unexpectedly frank.

He spoke again: "In fact, I can't tell the difference myself.

It's the desire for power, it's wealth, it's the necessity for the development of the sect, or there are too many people following me, they don't allow me to retreat, or it's just for revenge...

In short, Yunya Sword Sect has become my obsession, my inner demon."

"Only by destroying it, slashing it, and making it completely a history, can I really let it go."

Zhou Wu's words were sonorous and powerful, like the sound of swords fighting.

After another pause, he said: "Master once taught me the true meaning of Taoism, inaction, and following the heart; this 'inaction' may not be my destiny, but this 'following the heart', I think I have done it."

A box, about the width of a palm and the length of two palms, a gold-painted wooden box appeared in Zhou Wu's hand and was handed to Chu Zhou again.

Chu Zhou raised his hand to take it and asked, "What is this?"

"The most valuable treasure of my Wenxiang Temple, the calming and soul-soothing incense.

At the beginning, the reason why the Yunya Sword Sect wanted to destroy my Wenxiang Temple was because my master and his uncle developed the formula of this 'calming and soul-soothing incense', which brought about the disaster of death."

"Here are three pillars to help you practice."

Zhou Wu paused and said, "However, you have innate combat power, but you are not an innate warrior after all, so it is a bit of a waste to use it.

If necessary, use it as a price to ask for help. I think most innate warriors will not refuse as long as it does not involve life and death.

And this is one of the benefits I give you."

"What about the second one?"

"I will hand over Baisha County and the neighboring Xihe County to your Xuanzhen Temple. All the affairs of the rivers and lakes in these two counties will be decided by you.

Even I will not interfere."

"In addition, you still have the rights and benefits that the worship of Wenxiang Temple should have."

If Zhou Wu was trying to spread the pie during the meeting in Baisha City, now, he was really negotiating terms and offering benefits.

Chu Zhou's breath froze, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What price do I need to pay?"

Zhou Wu took a step back, saluted, and said: "Husha Pavilion is no longer what it used to be, and the conflict between Yunya Sword Sect and Wenxiang Temple is completely gone.

I only hope that in this battle, my little friend can do his best to help me overcome my obsessions and slay my inner demons! "

Chu Zhou held the gold lacquer box in his hand and said, "I dare not disobey my orders!"

…

After a while, Chu Zhou left. He walked out of the hall, turned two corners, and after making sure that Zhou Wu would never see his back again, he let out a long breath.

Looking at the gold-lacquered wooden box in his hand, he opened it slightly and saw three pillars of gray sandalwood, about the thickness of a baby's thumb.

It looked inconspicuous, but just by opening the gap, a strange fragrance filled the air, making Chu Zhou's mind clear.

The thing is a good thing, but looking at Zhou Wu's purpose of calling him here this time, he really used all the means of 'coercion, coercion, advantage and inducement'.

Even at this moment, Chu Zhou was still wary, but he already knew that he would really try his best in the next battle.

After Chu Zhou left, Zhou Wu looked at the statue again in the Zhenwu Hall.

The light of the sky has completely disappeared, and the hall has fallen into darkness, just like Zhou Wu has also fallen into darkness.

After a while, a voice as thin as a mosquito's moan sounded: "I'm really feeling better now that I'm complaining."

"Songqing, where is Songqing?"

"Master, I'm here!" Chief Butler Hao Songqing flashed out:

"Has the people over there made arrangements?"

"Okay, just wait for the master to see you."

"Then let's go to see them tonight."

…

Although he was beaten a lot, Chu Zhou was still in a good mood. At least, he was in a good mood before returning to Zhuyuan.

When he returned to Zhuyuan and saw a charred corpse on a stretcher, the smile on his face disappeared.

He saw Wei Jinkui who was in despair, Wei Fangjie who was slumped on the ground and sobbing, and Yi Huai who looked ugly.

Slowly walking forward, he walked up to Wei Jinkui, opened his mouth, and for a long time just said: "Uncle, my condolences!"

Wei Jinkui raised his head in confusion, his tense expression seemed to be trying hard to suppress his emotions, but his tiger eyes were filled with tears.

When he saw Chu Zhou, he opened his mouth to say something, but he opened and closed it many times before speaking out in a hoarse voice: "Master, Master, my eldest son is gone!

If a man with white hair gives a man with black hair, how should I explain it to his mother, how should I explain it to my wife? "

Chu Zhou pressed his shoulder and asked, "Do you know how Liancheng died?"

"I heard from the people in Husha Pavilion that Liancheng, Liancheng fought to the death with the black-clothed killer from Tingfeng Tower. He killed three people in a row with his spear, suffered twenty-eight wounds, and died of exhaustion."

Chu Zhou asked again: "Are you brave? Are you majestic?"

"He is brave and majestic!"

"Then do this to your wife and his mother!"

"Okay, okay, at least there is some comfort."

Chu Zhou's eyes turned slightly: "Fang Jie, Wei! Fang! Jie!"

"Ah ah ah, senior brother, senior brother, you are back, my brother, I..."

"Help your father go to the back to rest. I'm here."

"Okay, okay!"

Wei Fangjie supported his father and carried him directly to the back regardless of Wei Jinkui's wishes. After both of them left, Chu Zhou circled Wei Liancheng's body again.

He saw stab wounds and sword wounds all over his body, as well as corpses burned by flames. There still seemed to be fear in those eyes.

After letting out a sigh of relief again, Chu Zhou called Yi Huai over and asked about the details of his trip.

Then, during Yi Huai's explanation, he realized how tragic the battle at Husha Pavilion was.

As for the news, what Chu Zhou knew was almost the same as what Yi Huai told him.

Only in the end, when Kou Wulie, the master of Husha Pavilion, was fighting to the death, a group of disciples were inspired to fight.

They really fought for their lives with the killers of Tingfeng Tower, killing to stop killings, causing Tingfeng Tower to suffer heavy losses, which were no less than those of Husha Pavilion.

In terms of innate warriors, two people died in Husha Pavilion, not counting Kou Wulie, and three people died in Ketingfeng Tower.

It's not that Wen Renjie doesn't want to continue fighting. After all, if the Husha Pavilion is defeated, the benefits of looting for such a huge sect will definitely be amazing.

But seeing that the situation was about to turn around, he had no choice but to retreat.

When Wei Jinkui and the others arrived today, many people had gathered, but Husha Pavilion did not dare to let them in.

Only after the surviving disciples had finished cleaning the battlefield, did people line up and enter one by one to claim the bodies.

That's why they came back so late.

After listening to the narration, Chu Zhou was speechless for a long time, especially when he thought that the masterminds behind this matter were Wenxiangguan and Yunya Sword Sect, and he didn't know how to tell Wei Jinkui.

This night is destined to be sleepless!

I don’t want to ask for it anymore, readers won’t give it to me anyway!