Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Eat quickly. After eating, evacuate at night!"

"Yes!" everyone responded.

They began to eat and drink.

For a moment, there were only the sounds of chewing and drinking in the hall.

"Certainly!"

"Certainly!"

"Certainly!"

"Certainly!"

…

Fa Kong said eighteen fixed characters in one breath.

The divine foot power is activated.

The next moment, he appeared in the hall, holding the Thunder God Sword.

The palms of his hands have turned golden, just like the palms of the Buddha statue in the temple, which activate the indestructible power of the Vajra.

He lightly slapped the middle-aged man in front of him between his eyebrows, and then the Thunder God Sword pierced his eyebrows, and the tip of the sword came out from the back of his head.

He rotated his wrist, one hundred and eighty degrees clockwise, and another three hundred and sixty degrees counterclockwise, twisting it into a round hole between his eyebrows, and then drew out the long sword.

The long sword turned into a blue bolt and passed through the necks of seventeen people in an instant.

They remained motionless, and the light in their eyes quickly receded like a tide, and eventually went out.

Fakong took out a snow handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped it hard on the sword body, took out a bottle of wine to rinse the sword body, and then returned the sword to his sleeve.

He put his palms together and titheed to the women: "Amitabha!"

The women just noticed something strange: the arms holding them loosened and lost their strength, or the big hands stopped twisting and groping for themselves.

Then Fa Kong appeared.

The gray monk's robes are fluttering, and the long sword is blue. He gently swings the sword in a circle, his movements are free and elegant.

They didn't react yet, they just stared at him blankly.

Fakong Heshi said: "The poor monk Daxueshan Zong Fakong, all female donors, please don't panic and don't say anything."

He smiled gently at the girls to calm their emotions, and then disappeared in a flash.

The Ben Lei Divine Sword took him along, like a bolt of lightning across the entire village.

Wherever he passed, the people in the village only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and then they were swallowed up by darkness, and they knew nothing.

Killing all the people in the stronghold in one breath, and killing all twenty horses at the same time.

He appeared next to Xu Zhijian and Lin Feiyang.

He wiped the blade of the sword with a snow-white handkerchief again, rinsed it with strong alcohol, and then returned the sword to his sleeve.

At this time, in the hall.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

"Gululu..."

"Gululu..."

…

The heads rolled off their necks one by one and rolled far away on the ground, and then the blood was like a fountain.

Seventeen blood-red fountains instantly dyed the hall red, and the blood actually soaked the insteps of the women.

They stared blankly, never knowing that one person could shed so much blood.

The brain slowly returned to functioning from a blank state.

Then there was an involuntary scream.

"ah--!"

The screams were shrill and sharp, like eighteen sharp swords, piercing the roof of the hall.

Even Lin Feiyang and Xu Zhijian standing at the foot of the mountain could hear it.

"Shall I take a look?" Lin Feiyang looked at Fa Kong.

Fakong said: "Bring them out."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

Xu Zhijian looked at Fa Kong.

Fakong smiled: "All solved, no one is left."

"My merits are immeasurable, and I have avenged great revenge for countless people." Xu Zhijian said in awe.

Fakong shook his head.

I didn't feel any merit.

It seems that the merits I think are wrong. Eliminating evil and evil cannot gain merits!

This time I came to take care of the horse bandits just to verify my research on merit.

Looking at it now, we still need to continue researching.

Xu Zhijian said: "Kill that person who is at the peak of the Divine Origin Realm too?"

"The one in charge, right?" Fakong nodded: "My Vajra Indestructible Power can just restrain it."

When observing with the mind's eye, the strength of these people can be judged through the light.

The strongest one is the square-faced middle-aged man, who is also their leader.

It must be that he seriously injured Xu Zhijian, so he did not hesitate to activate the magical power of indestructibility as soon as he took action.

The indestructible power of Vajra can now devour even the power of the first level, let alone the second level.

The force of his palm broke a hole in his body-protecting energy.

Under the Immobilization Curse, his body-protecting energy could not flow. A hole was broken and there was no time to repair it. The Thunder God Sword had already taken advantage of the gap and entered it.

The body-protecting Qi of the remaining seventeen people could not stop the Benthui Divine Sword, and under the Immobilizing Curse, they were killed like chickens.

Xu Zhijian smiled.

Lin Feiyang's figure was fluttering, holding a woman in his left hand and a woman in his right hand. After putting it down, he flashed and disappeared.

Eighteen women were brought out in one go.

Lin Feiyang glanced at the women who were hugging each other and crying together, and shook his head: "It's a pity that all the horses were killed, otherwise they could still carry them, but now we would be in trouble."

He glanced at Fakong secretly as he spoke.

Fakong pretended not to see it and looked at the setting sun with only a red line left: "It's getting late. Let's stay here for one night and talk about it tomorrow."

Lin Feiyang looked around and said with a smile: "There must be a lot of game. I'll get some."

He glanced at the women and said angrily: "Hey, girls, it's time to work. Do you want to eat for free?"

The girls stopped crying and looked at him with tearful eyes.

Lin Feiyang said: "Can you gather firewood? Can you make a fire? I'll get two pots and cook them later. You guys get moving. You won't get food if you just cry!"

Xu Zhijian smiled helplessly.

Lin Feiyang, I really don't know what to say, these poor women actually want to help cook.

Fa Kong waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

Fakong said: "Brother Xu, I'll go in and take a look. You can look after this place."

"Okay!" Xu Zhijian nodded.

Fakong glanced at the girls who had stopped crying and began to gather together and slowly walked towards the woods, and nodded.

It seemed that they were fine for the time being.

Letting them see these people surrender was not to scare them, but to sweep away the shadows in their hearts.

But even if the shadows in their hearts were swept away, their future lives would be shrouded in shadows, and they would probably be unhappy for life.

So they needed to find a way to survive.

Otherwise, if they just went back like this, they would definitely live a miserable life.

He thought of Mingyue Temple.

But the qualifications required for disciples of Mingyue Temple were too high, and it was impossible for these girls to worship in Mingyue Temple.

He floated down to the hall.

The pungent smell of blood made the air thick, and the bloody smell wrapped around his mouth and nose, making him feel sick.

He rejected this feeling, formed a seal with his left palm, and raised his right palm, shining a white light on the square-faced middle-aged man.

The hole between the middle-aged man's eyebrows was very large.

Fakong stood in front of him, his eyes could see through the hole, and saw the word "bear" hanging on the wall behind him.

Fakong couldn't help laughing when he saw this word.

They are a group of horse bandits, and they call it "bear"?

Then what is "Can't bear"?

The middle-aged man's soul quickly rose, and Fakong quickly withdrew the Great Light Mantra, allowing his soul to return to his body.

He used the Great Light Mantra to illuminate another middle-aged man, who was the second highest among the eighteen people.

Fakong left quickly and appeared beside Xu Zhijian.

Xu Zhijian was helping, picking up firewood with eighteen beautiful women, and they picked up a pile of firewood in a short time.

Fakong stood quietly in the twilight and pondered.

His mind was immersed in the memories of the two middle-aged men.

The man with the strongest martial arts was named Song Qiwen.

Among the sixteen riders of Dayun, a chariot general of the Divine Wind Riders, he controlled 1,200 cavalrymen.

Dayun Iron Cavalry is unrivaled in the world, but they just can't knock on the gate of Daqian. In the end, the general took a different approach and sent people to infiltrate Daqian to win from the inside.

One is to collect intelligence about Daqian, or to undermine the stability of Daqian. It is best to infiltrate the upper echelons of Daqian and influence Daqian's strategic direction towards Dayun.

With the help of the spies of the entire Dayun, the twenty-four riders entered Daqian with difficulty.

Each of these twenty-four riders is the elite of the elite of the Divine Wind Cavalry, and they are invincible.

These days, relying on looting and interrogating passers-by, they have a great understanding of the situation around them.

The next step is that the twenty-four riders can change their identities, enter the city to start building a gang, and then grow step by step.

With the martial arts of these people, small gangs and small factions are no match at all. They recruit soldiers and horses, become medium-sized sects, and then contact higher levels, and step by step enter the Divine Capital.

It sounds difficult, but Song Qiwen believes that with the amazing martial arts of these brothers, it is not that difficult and will not be slow.

In fact, he was very reluctant to take this task, but he was forced to do so.

When he first came in, the general had only one order, to collect at least thirty kinds of Daqian martial arts.

After completing the task, he thought he could return.

But the general finally sent a long-term task, asking them to completely cut off contact with Dayun. From then on, they were Daqian people.

He worked hard to move up, little by little, until one day, the general sent someone to contact him.

Unfortunately, he was killed before this grand plan was launched.

When Fakong walked out of Song Qiwen's memory, he was still angry and unwilling.

Then came the second memory.

This person's name was Jiang Feng.

He was ordered by the general to monitor Song Qiwen, and once Song Qiwen had a different mind, he would replace him.

Fakong shook his head.

This Jiang Feng's life was more legendary than Song Qiwen's.

Song Qiwen was born in a military family, and as a descendant of a general, he was sent to the top sect of Dayun, Jingyun Sect, since he was a child.

His high martial arts talent made him rise straight up. After leaving the sect and joining the army, he was quickly promoted. It can be said that he was smooth sailing.

But Jiang Feng was mediocre in talent. He was not able to join the top sect since he was a child. He was just an ordinary third-rate sect disciple.

But he was very lucky and had many adventures.

He eventually grew into a master of the Divine Yuan Realm who was only inferior to Song Qiwen.

He just looked old, but he was actually ten years younger than Song Qiwen. A master of the Divine Yuan Realm at around thirty years old was already an extraordinary achievement.

He was proficient in strategy and command, and was better than Song Qiwen in marching and fighting.

It was only because of his poor background and slightly inferior cultivation that he became Song Qiwen's deputy and assisted Song Qiwen.

Jiang Feng looked down on Song Qiwen from the bottom of his heart.

Just because of his poor family background and poor talent, he was always taken advantage of.

It was obviously his own credit, but the largest part of the credit was divided by Song Qiwen, causing him to always be inferior to Song Qiwen.

He had always had a vicious mind, preparing to secretly get rid of Song Qiwen.

But this requires an opportunity.

Unfortunately, he never waited for this opportunity, and was killed with regret.

The reluctance and regret in his heart floated endlessly in Fakong's heart.

Fakong stood in the night wind, under the moonlight, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

The emotions of the two people have been entangled and churning.

When his mood calmed down, the moon rose high and was as cool as water.

The rice was ready and the aroma was fragrant.

Seeing that Fakong had regained his composure, Lin Feiyang was impatient: "Monk, let's eat!"

Fakong looked at Xu Zhijian: "Brother Xu, shall we start?"

"Let's start quickly." Xu Zhijian nodded.

Everyone formed a circle around three large pots, one pot of porridge, one pot of vegetables, and one pot of rice. Whoever finished eating went to fill it himself.

The bowls and chopsticks are all taken out from the village.

Even the eighteen women had changed their clothes, washed the blood from their feet, put on new shoes, and had all their baggage around them.

Apparently they were taken there again by Lin Feiyang and took their things separately.

Lin Feiyang said: "Monk, do you want to destroy the village?"

"Um."

"Leave it to me!" Lin Feiyang put down his bowl and chopsticks excitedly and disappeared in a flash.

After a while, thick smoke rose in the sky, and red light shone for a long time.

PS: After the update, my fatigue is showing, and I need a strong stimulation from the monthly pass to make the monthly pass come more intensely, which makes me impatient and fight hard.