Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong shook his head and said: "Actually, you also understand that according to the actions of the leader Zhao and his relationship with our Daxue Mountain, there is really no need for me to meddle in others' affairs."

Song Yuanyuan nodded slightly.

Senior Brother Zhao had insisted on killing Fakong before. Although he did not do it in the end, if there was a chance, he would definitely do it without hesitation.

This is already a life and death enemy.

Under such circumstances, Fakong can still speak to remind him of the critical moment of life and death. He is indeed worthy of being called a master, no matter what the reason.

Fakong said: "Why did you open this mouth again?"

"You can't ignore death." Song Yuanyuan pursed her lips and chuckled.

Fakong laughed, shook his head and said, "Part of the reason is also because of Miss Song."

"I——?!" Song Yuanyuan was surprised.

She never thought it was because of herself.

Fakong said: "For Miss Song's sake, let's save his life. It's just a matter of words."

"...Thank you, Master." Song Yuanyuan titheed again.

Fakong accepted the gift calmly and said, "I have said what needs to be said, but whether Master Zhao listens to the advice or not, his life depends on him."

"I will advise senior brother carefully." Song Yuanyuan said solemnly.

Fakong said: "You advised him not to act recklessly before, but if you try again now, I'm afraid he won't listen."

"...I have my own way." Song Yuanyuan said.

Fakong nodded and said no more.

When Song Yuanyuan saw this, she had no intention of leaving. Instead, she looked at him quietly.

Fakong smiled and turned to look at the sky, but his eyes were cast in the direction of Zhenlongyuan, and fell on the people of Zhenlongyuan.

They were working hard to practice the sword formation. They were enemies of each other, and they were surrounded by enemies. It was a chaotic battle.

This can increase the tacit understanding between each other, as well as the familiarity with the sword formation, and a deeper understanding of the sword formation. The more you practice, the more mysterious the sword formation becomes.

At first glance, it seems simple, but when you get deeper, you will find that this sword formation is simple and powerful, and it contains the essence of turning splendor into dullness.

The more you practice, the more you feel the taste is endless and the mysteries are endless. The more you are immersed in it, the harder it is to extricate yourself. Therefore, no one can slack off in practicing spontaneously.

Fakong nodded with satisfaction.

Their level of diligence is unimaginable to others. To achieve their current level of cultivation, seven points are due to talent and the remaining three points are due to hard work.

There are many talented people, but few reach their level. Gein's level of diligence is also amazing.

He then turned his eyes to Hu Lieyuan and saw that Hu Lieyuan was losing his temper and angrily scolding the chamberlain around him.

With Hu Lieyuan's cultivation, he would not lose his temper easily, and he would not lose his temper easily. He would often take advantage of the opportunity to get angry, because he had long been holding back anger in his heart.

Fakong smiled.

He could tell at a glance where Hu Lieyuan's anger was because of Zhen Longyuan's matter and because he was dissatisfied with Hu Houqing's choice.

Hu Houqing actually wrote a letter, expounding the harm of the dragon coming out of the abyss, saying that he would live and die with Zhenlong Yuan. As long as he had a breath, he would not let the dragon come out of the abyss. Unless he died, the dragon could not leave the abyss.

Seeing this letter, Hu Lieyuan was extremely angry, but like a person who had nothing to do, he put the letter away and wrote a reply to the courier to take it back.

After the messenger left, his expression changed and he angrily scolded the servant for walking too loudly.

Fakong shook his head.

Hu Houqing even advised Hu Lieyuan in his letter to focus on the overall situation and not to use small means to destroy Zhen Longyuan's power.

This invalidated all Hu Lieyuan's arrangements.

Hu Lieyuan valued Hu Houqing very much. He respected, pitied and felt helpless. He could not be angry with him.

So I can only vent my anger on the people around me.

Fakong looked away and looked at Daqian Emperor Chu Xiong.

Chu Xiong was sitting lazily in the Humble Administrator's Hall, with his right hand resting on the dragon table and his left hand playing with an exquisite jade pendant. He turned it over and over, and the warm radiant light seemed to be flowing in it like spring water.

Standing in front of the dragon case was a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, who was reporting in a low voice.

It was quiet in the Humble Administrator's Hall.

A wisp of green smoke floated out from the two pure gold beast furnaces under Danqi, scattering into various circular shapes in the air.

"Your Majesty, it is now confirmed that Head Zhao went to the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple, met with Song Yuanyuan and then left." The middle-aged man in Qingyi said in a deep voice: "It seems that they had a falling out."

"We had a falling out..." Chu Xiong said calmly: "Really falling out or pretending to have a falling out? Isn't this a show?"

"It seems true." The middle-aged man in Qingyi said: "Zhao Qianjun showed a look of reluctance, and Song Yuanyuan was the same. If it is fake, there is no need to be like this."

"They still had feelings for each other, but they had to fall out, right?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man in Qingyi said solemnly: "There must be a powerful force forcing them to have a falling out."

"What is this power?" Chu Xiong asked lightly.

The middle-aged man in Qingyi hesitated.

"But it doesn't matter." Chu Xiong said.

The young man in green clothes said: "Fakong Divine Monk."

Chu Xiong raised his thick eyebrows.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi lowered his voice: "Your Majesty, why is Miss Song in the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple? She didn't come here because she believed deeply in Buddhism, but she stayed in the temple to practice cultivation, but she was raped by the monk Fakong."

Chu Xiong chuckled: "Can Fakong still do such a thing?"

"According to Wei Chen's investigation, Song Yuanyuan was forced to stay in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, and it was absolutely not voluntary."

"Well..." The smile on Chu Xiong's face grew wider.

The middle-aged man in Qingyi said: "Song Yuanyuan is Zhao Qianjun's sweetheart. If he controls Song Yuanyuan, he will have Zhao Qianjun's handle. How dare Zhao Qianjun take action against Daxue Mountain? How dare he take action against Jingang Temple?"

Chu Xiong shook his head: "Then you don't understand Zhao Qianjun. He will not be coerced. Instead, he will be even angrier and must kill Fakong."

The middle-aged man in green was surprised.

Chu Xiong smiled and said, "Just wait and see. Zhao Qianjun is about to strike with thunder. Fakong is going to be in trouble."

"Although Master Zhao is strong, Fakong the Divine Monk..." The middle-aged man in green hesitated and said, "I'm afraid he can't deal with Fakong the Divine Monk."

"Zhao Qianjun is so arrogant now that he almost thinks I am not his opponent. How can he think he can't deal with Fakong?"

"Master Zhao didn't challenge Fakong the Divine Monk directly."

"It must be a sneak attack."

"A sneak attack is ineffective against Fakong the Divine Monk, right?"

"That may not be the case." Chu Xiong shook his head: "Magic power is not invincible. It will also be subject to many constraints and restrictions. Let's see what Zhao Qianjun does this time."

"Your Majesty, then we..."

"Just stand by and watch."

"But what if Fakong the Divine Monk..."

"No matter how bad he is, he can save his life. There are so many life-saving tricks at the bottom of the box."

The middle-aged man in green nodded.

Chu Xiong waved his hand: "Keep an eye on Zhao Qianjun and see what he is doing in Shenjing."

"Yes." The middle-aged man in green clasped his fists solemnly.

Fakong smiled when he saw this.

Chu Xiong was very accurate in judging people. Zhao Qianjun was indeed not someone who could be coerced. He wanted to assassinate him, but unfortunately he was still resolved by himself.

Zhao Qianjun had the courage to assassinate him the first time, but after being persuaded, he did not have the courage to come the second time.

After all, Song Yuanyuan's Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman's Kung Fu became more and more advanced, and she became more and more beautiful, making Zhao Qianjun more obsessed with her.

As Song Yuanyuan's Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman's Kung Fu became more advanced, Zhao Qianjun had no choice but to accept the threat honestly.

The reason why Song Yuanyuan behind him could improve so quickly was that he provided a complete version of the secret book, and then adjusted the surrounding atmosphere through the Little Western Paradise to put her in the best atmosphere for cultivation.

There was also his own mental pressure to polish her.

With three approaches, there was no need to worry that she would not improve.

Moreover, her character is very compatible with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Women's Art. With the three of them working together, she is like a fish in water, making rapid progress.

Fakong turned around and looked at Song Yuanyuan, his eyes suddenly became deep.

Song Yuanyuan suppressed her discomfort and looked at him calmly.

Fakong frowned and shook his head.

Song Yuanyuan said: "I failed to persuade my senior brother?"

"Well." Fakong said: "It's useless to persuade him directly. He won't listen to you. The last time he listened to you, he was already very dissatisfied."

"Then what can I do?"

"If it doesn't work directly, what will you think of?"

"... I can only trick him." Song Yuanyuan sighed and shook her head: "First trick him out of Shenjing City."

"No." Fakong's deep eyes fell on her, and he shook his head gently: "I couldn't trick him."

"Then..." Song Yuanyuan frowned and thought: "Then I can only pretend that I was taken away by you? Let him chase me?"

"No." Fakong said.

Song Yuanyuan frowned and thought hard.

I have thought of all the ways I can think of, but none of them work. Apparently, Fakong is using his divine eyes to spy on the future, to see which way will work and allow his senior brother to avoid this death.

Could it be that I can’t persuade my senior brother and help him avoid this disaster?

Fakong retracted his deep gaze and returned to normal: "It seems that you can’t do it."

"There must be a way, right?" Song Yuanyuan said hurriedly.

Her uncomfortable feeling dissipated at once, knowing that Fakong had withdrawn his magical powers.

But I was extremely disappointed.

I knew that my senior brother had a disaster, but I couldn’t help him avoid it.

The first time, I told the truth, talked about it directly, and persuaded him earnestly and earnestly, but it didn’t work.

The second time was a lie, and the third time was a lie, but it didn’t work.

I ran out of tricks.

Fakong looked at her and finally shook his head: "It seems that you can’t help."

"... I will go and persuade Elder Zhou." Song Yuanyuan gritted her teeth.

Elder Zhou is their uncle, and they have the best relationship with their master. After their master died, they regarded Uncle Zhou as their master.

When Uncle Zhou spoke, the senior brother would always listen to a few words.

Fakong's eyes became deep again, and Song Yuanyuan looked at him solemnly with all her might.

Fakong shook his head.

"Elder Zhou is not okay?" Song Yuanyuan said.

Fakong said, "He insisted on leaving Shenjing tomorrow because he had to meet an important spy."

Song Yuanyuan frowned.

Fakong said lightly, "The secret spy in the palace."

Song Yuanyuan's face darkened slightly.

Fakong chuckled and said, "Master Zhao is worthy of being Master Zhao, and Tianhai Sword Sect is worthy of being Tianhai Sword Sect!"

Song Yuanyuan stared at Fakong.

If Fakong passed this news to the emperor, the emperor would be furious and would definitely impose heavy penalties.

How would the senior brother respond then?

She was worried when she thought of this.

Fakong said: "We can only threaten him, saying that the palace has discovered that this secret spy is not right and is preparing to follow the clues to find out the cause."

"...Okay." Song Yuanyuan gritted her teeth and nodded slowly: "Let's do it."

For my brother to survive this disaster, this is the only way.