Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong stood on the top of the mountain, watching the fight in the woods from afar, and shook his head.

The masters sent by Baixi Sword Sect were indeed powerful. They should be the strongest masters in Baixi Sword Sect, with strict swordsmanship and great power.

But the current disciples of the Demon Sect are all elites of the Six Paths, and they are all first-class masters in the martial arts world, and they are almost the same as the four top masters sent by Baixi Sword Sect.

If the masters of Baixi Sword Sect were outnumbered, they would still have a chance to kill the disciples of the Demon Sect, but now they are outnumbered.

The disciples of the Demon Sect have already received the news, so naturally they threw out bait first, and then the masters rushed over, eight against four.

The four masters of Baixi Sword Sect were immediately surrounded, and they could not hold on at any time when they were one against two.

Fakong looked at the situation of the fight.

Baixi Sword Sect dared to stroke the tiger's whiskers and opportunistically drive them, but they were also a bit arrogant and confident.

These four masters of Baixi Sword Sect are indeed impressive. They have held on for so long and have not fallen yet. It seems that they can still hold on for a while.

Seeing that the four of them are so tenacious, the eight disciples of the Demon Sect are furious. Their hands are getting tighter and tighter, and the pressure is getting stronger and stronger.

Fakong looked thoughtfully, thinking that if it continues to develop like this, Baixi Sword Sect may not be unable to turn the tables.

But he had no intention of taking action, just watching from afar.

"Master." Xu Qingluo came floating.

She was wearing a green Luo shirt, smiling like a flower, and said with a smile: "How are we doing?"

Fakong nodded lightly: "Not bad."

"Is this not good enough?" Xu Qingluo said dissatisfiedly: "Just okay?"

"The steps are okay." Fakong said: "The temple is still far from it."

Xu Qingluo hurriedly said: "Master, do you think it's too small?"

Fakong nodded.

Xu Qingluo sighed and said helplessly: "I also think it's too small, but they think the temple shouldn't be too big."

Fakong snorted and said: "You want to be lazy, right?"

"Really not." Xu Qingluo argued: "Master, I later felt that if the temple is too big, it would be too spacious and lonely."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Xu Qingluo nodded gently and said: "It's true that the place is too big."

Fakong laughed: "You are so young, and you can still think of this? Are you homesick?"

Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu had no choice. The outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was actually equivalent to their home. Xu Qingluo could go back often.

Chu Ling was even closer and went back to the palace every day.

Xu Qingluo shook her head: "It's not that I miss home, but that I think of you, Master, and I can't help worrying."

Thinking about it, Master is also quite pitiful.

Without Master and home, there is only Medicine Valley. If it weren't for the company of myself and others, it would be lonely to be alone.

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "You guys..., don't worry, I won't feel lonely, I have your Uncle Xu, Uncle Faning, and Uncle Ning."

"Hehe, there's also Sister Li, right?" Xu Qingluo laughed: "Sister Li has become a demon lord after all, and her identity is different now."

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

He looked into the distance again.

Xu Qingluo said: "Master, you didn't really fall out with Sister Li, did you?"

"Public is public and private is private, we can still distinguish between public and private." Fakong said: "Don't worry."

Xu Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fakong snorted: "Why, are you worried about falling out with her?"

"I just think it's a pity that you two have such a long and deep friendship and it's a pity to really fall out."

"Friendship sometimes depends on the world," Fakong said indifferently: "If the situation does not allow, then we can only sacrifice the friendship."

Xu Qingluo's eyes widened immediately.

She blinked her bright eyes and whispered, "Master, it won't be that serious, will it?"

"It hasn't come to that yet." Fakong retracted his gaze and looked at her: "What do you want to say?"

"There's no need to be like that. The Demon Sect doesn't have such a deep hatred with our Great Snow Mountain." Xu Qingluo said, "After all, they have just been established. You can't regard the former Demon Sect as the current Demon Sect."

Fakong said, "It's useless to think so. The key is to see how they think and whether they regard themselves as the former Demon Sect."

The disciples of the Demon Sect actually have different understandings.

Some think it is to revive the Demon Sect and carry on the past, while others think it is a new Demon Sect that should be distinguished from the old Demon Sect, start anew, and go into battle lightly.

People's hearts are the easiest to change, and the hardest to change. The key is to look at the method, and it depends on how Li Ying guides them.

If Li Ying wants to start with the three major sects and establish the status of the world's number one sect, she will naturally choose the former.

If Li Ying wants to be relatively free, then she will choose the latter. She changed to the latter with her soft and hard tactics.

But the current Demon Sect is like this, but it may not be the same in the future. It is hard to say what Li Ying will become.

Xu Qingluo frowned, pondered for a moment and sighed: "It's still too complicated and troublesome."

The status of Master and Sister Li destined their relationship to be difficult to be smooth sailing, and there will be many twists and turns.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Fakong smiled: "You worry too much, you should think more about how to build a more magnificent temple."

"Magnificent... I understand." Xu Qingluo nodded.

Fakong's eyes were cast into the distance again.

The twelve people finally decided the winner. Two of the four Baixi Sword Sect disciples escaped and two fell.

The two who fell had their dantian pierced, and their cultivation was abolished. They were not killed and their lives were saved.

This was not entirely merciful, but keeping them alive as evidence, preparing to use them to sue the Tianhai Sword Sect.

If the Tianhai Sword Sect does not admit that they were the ones who ordered it, then it will be exactly what the Demon Sect wants, and the vassal sects will see the heartless face of the Tianhai Sword Sect and act irresponsibly. If they admit that they were the ones who ordered it, then they can report it to the emperor.

Seeing this, Fakong shook his head.

The four Baixi Sword Sect masters tried their best and almost used a trick of mutual destruction, but they still couldn't escape completely.

——

The dark clouds covered the bright moon, and it was pitch black.

Li Ying's courtyard was brightly lit, as if it was daytime.

Fakong sat opposite Li Ying.

Under the light, Li Ying was like a piece of white jade, emitting a bright light, her eyes were shining, and she snorted: "The Tianhai Sword Sect really doesn't admit it."

Fakong smiled.

He knew Li Ying's calculations, and this time he disintegrated most of the vassal sects of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

The goal of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was achieved.

Tianhai Sword Sect was also choosing the lesser of two evils, and did not want to be accused of disobeying the emperor's order.

In the eyes of Tianhai Sword Sect, these vassal sects were not worthy of attention, and they were used and thrown away after use.

There was no need to worry about their resistance and dissatisfaction.

Li Ying said: "I have submitted a memorial to impeach Zhao Qianjun."

Fakong sipped the wine lightly: "It doesn't work, right?"

Li Ying hummed: "It doesn't work, but we have to give it a knock, so that they don't really think we are made of mud."

Fakong nodded.

This is true. Submitting a memorial is actually an important attitude, showing that the Demon Sect is submissive to the court and the emperor.

A silent private solution is actually a kind of rebelliousness.

"I think Tianhai Sword Sect will not give up." Li Ying frowned and said: "What other tricks will it have?"

Fakong smiled at her.

Li Ying immediately showed a flattering smile: "Help people to the end."