Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Xiao Qingluo, you're good." Lin Feiyang praised.

Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "Uncle Lin, I'm far from that."

She looked at Fakong.

She always felt that all this was within the master's expectations.

"Xiao Qingluo, you are able to see the big picture from the small details. You have a great eye!" Lin Feiyang praised and looked at Zhou Yang, "Xiao Zhouyang, work harder."

Zhou Yang said calmly, "What's the point of talking, Uncle Lin, the world still depends on martial arts."

"...That's true." Lin Feiyang nodded, there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Zhou Yang looked at Xu Qingluo sideways.

Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him, "Junior Brother Zhou, you just built your foundation earlier, and I built my foundation later. Don't worry, we'll see the result later."

Zhou Yang smiled calmly, "I'll wait."

He has now shown the advantage of top talent. The Little Arhat Fist is already at the second level, while Xu Qingluo is still at the first level.

She spends more time practicing the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra.

"I'll go see again!" Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

Faning clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist name in the direction of Suzaku Avenue.

He felt more and more that the prosperity of Shenjing City was really prosperous, and the danger was really dangerous. He still had to practice hard and could not slack off.

"Brother, I'm now at the threshold of the second grade, but I can't cross it." Faning looked at Fakong.

Fakong looked only at the fourth grade, but he could feel that Fakong had entered the second grade realm.

This was a strange intuition of being together day and night.

Fakong smiled and said, "Let's go to Miaochun Tower to have a look."

"Brother..." Faning blushed.

Fakong shook his head: "You..., you are too tense."

He suddenly pointed his left index finger at Faning's eyebrows.

Faning froze and closed his eyes.

Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang, who were whispering, stopped and looked over curiously.

"Master, what are you giving Uncle Faning?"

Fakong retracted his finger: "Some experience in cultivation."

He passed his experience of breaking through the barrier directly to Faning, helping Faning to enter the second level realm faster.

This kind of experience cannot be explained in words, it can only be understood but not expressed. Through the method of initiation, this experience can be directly passed on, allowing the other party to experience the subtle mysteries.

This can save countless time for groping alone.

"Master, then give me some experience as well."

"What you lack now is not experience, but hard practice." Fakong said: "Qingluo, don't be too anxious, you still have to focus on martial arts practice. When martial arts are strong, the spirit can be strong and feed back to your practice."

"...Yes." Xu Qingluo agreed helplessly.

Zhou Yang's cool little face showed a smile.

Xu Qingluo was too lazy, lazy in practicing martial arts, she only practiced six times when he practiced ten times, she was the best at being lazy, but she could pretend to be well-behaved.

Master can't control her, and her words don't work. Now, Master has finally spoken, let's see if she dares to be lazy!

"Qingluo, you should go home." Fakong said, "Don't you miss home after these few days?"

"Master, there's no hurry."

"You're not in a hurry, but Lord Xu and Madam Xu should be."

"...Yes." Xu Qingluo didn't want to go back, for fear that she would never come back.

Compared to staying at home, it's more interesting here. If you have any questions, you can ask Master, Uncle and Grandpa, and you can also tease Zhou Yang.

The two younger brothers at home are too stupid, and it's boring to tease them.

Lin Feiyang flashed and reappeared again, grinning: "This time it's Prince Zhang's Mansion, two more dead."

Xu Qingluo said: "Uncle Lin, are there only two of them, or are there only two left?"

Lin Feiyang said: "These two, these guys are really crazy, they didn't run away."

Xu Qingluo said with a grin: "This is amazing, really crazy, the court's idea has failed."

"That's strange." Lin Feiyang frowned: "Then why not start from other palaces, but have to start from Prince Yi and Prince Ying's Palace? The damage caused is greater."

Xu Qingluo glanced at Fakong.

Fakong said: "Okay, don't guess blindly, just watch."

"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo smiled with curved eyes.

"I'll go and see." Lin Feiyang flashed and disappeared again.

"Uncle Lin also feels boring." Xu Qingluo smiled: "This play is almost over, right?"

Fakong nodded.

After a while, Lin Feiyang appeared again: "This time it's Prince Yi's Mansion,... just not Prince Xin's Mansion."

He looked at Faning: "It seems that Prince Xin is indeed not favored and can't get a place."

Faning said hurriedly: "Prince Xin is the governor of the Nine Gates."

Lin Feiyang shook his head: "The emperor doesn't like him, but he still has to use him. After all, Prince Xin has been in the army since he was a child."

He looked at Fakong.

Fakong shook his head: "Don't guess the emperor's mind, it's time to have breakfast."

"Let's go and have breakfast." Lin Feiyang stopped running out to see, and felt that it was boring.

It was just a search for secret spies of Kunshan Holy Church in one palace after another. It was very interesting at the beginning, but it was boring when there were too many.

When the group arrived at Guanyun Tower, Guanyun Tower was like boiling water, and people were talking about it.

All the topics were about the Shenwu Mansion surrounding the palace to capture secret spies. Everyone knew clearly which palace had several secret spies.

While Fakong and his friends were having dinner, news kept coming in.

Those who ate at Guanyun Tower were either rich or noble. Their servants kept passing messages in, and the speed of passing messages was no less than that of Lin Feiyang.

Later, people began to comment and compare which palace had the most secret spies. They found that the Yi Palace and the Ying Palace had the most, and the remaining palaces had fewer and fewer secret spies. Some palaces even had no secret spies at all, such as the Xin Palace.

People immediately became excited.

What does the number of secret spies indicate?

These princes are all princes. Among them, there must be a future emperor. Which prince has the greatest possibility?

The number of these secret spies can tell the general situation.

What surprised people was that one of the princes, Gu Wang, had as many as eight secret spies.

Could it be that this Gu Wang was hidden and did not show his true potential to become the emperor?

Fakong's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this.

He now knows all the princes in Shenjing like the back of his hand, as well as the kings of different surnames and high-ranking officials.

This is mostly due to Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen has a photographic memory. During those days, he read the files and case files and took the opportunity to collect a lot of information about the various forces in the court and the princes. When they met, they often told him.

It is the same now.

Ning Zhenzhen usually reads files and collects information from all sides when she is on duty, and practices martial arts when she is off duty. She is very regular.

When they meet, she will choose some important things to tell Fakong.

There was no one in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple who was responsible for collecting information before, but now Lin Feiyang is responsible.

Lin Feiyang likes to inquire about information. He will tell everyone what he hears during meals, and everyone will discuss it.

Or he can also hear some news when he eats in Guanyun Tower.

In addition, Fakong will also hear some news when he walks around the city.

But these news are all folk gossips, which are not authoritative enough. The real authoritative and more secretive ones are still Ning Zhenzhen.

But Ning Zhenzhen is a woman after all, and it is not appropriate for her to come to Vajra Temple often.

Guanyun Tower is like boiling, and the liveliness is ten times more than usual. No matter whether they know each other or not, they have to exchange views with each other.

Fakong, Faning, Lin Feiyang and the other three ate in silence, just listening with their ears perked up.

Some of the news was something that Lin Feiyang hadn't heard either, and they listened to it with great interest.

Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. Many people's views and perspectives on issues are very unique, and Fakong found it very inspiring.

Just at this moment, the stairs shook with a "thump, thump, thump".

People stopped talking and looked over.

Four purple-clothed youths strode up, with a majestic and arrogant look, and their momentum was as sharp as four unsheathed swords.

They went upstairs and looked around.

People avoided their blade-like gazes.

Their gazes were cold and murderous, as if they were ready to draw their swords and kill people at any time, as if the evil star had been reincarnated.

The people upstairs were either rich or noble, and they really didn't want to take this risk, so they wouldn't force themselves to stand out, but just avoided their gazes and still looked at them curiously.

"Shenwu Mansion!"

Someone whispered softly.

Eight pairs of eyes looked over.

The man who spoke was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe. When he saw the gazes coming over, he turned his back and held up a glass of wine to try to stay calm.

The Shenwu Mansion is not an ordinary infantry yamen. It is much more arrogant and acts recklessly.

The eight gazes were retracted.

Fakong looked up at the four Shenwu Mansion disciples opposite him and recognized two of them, Fan Chenguang and Zhao Jiping.

When the two saw Fakong at the table by the window, their eyes suddenly lit up. They hurriedly strode forward, stopped three meters away, and saluted with their hands together: "Master Fakong."

Fakong stood up, saluted with his hands together, and smiled and nodded.

Among the eight gazes, four were respectful and excited, and the other four were inquiring, extremely curious about Fakong's youth, and full of doubts.

"Master, I finally found you!" Fan Chenguang saluted and said, "We are here to ask for something."

Fakong sighed.

The Shenwu Mansion came to me. Last time, they asked me to help track him down. I refused. Now they came to me again. It must be bad news.

Fan Chenguang clasped his hands and said respectfully: "Several junior brothers and sisters are seriously injured. There is no medicine to cure them. We can only ask the master for help!"

Fakong nodded slowly.

"Are they the ones who were injured in the pursuit of the secret spies?" Lin Feiyang interrupted and shook his head: "It's miserable enough."

Fan Chenguang nodded: "I hope the master will have mercy."

At this time, the street downstairs suddenly became noisy.

Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang opened the window and looked out.

Sixteen stretchers appeared on Zhuque Avenue. They were made of wooden boards with thick mattresses on them. On the mattress lay a purple-robed youth covered in blood.

These purple-robed youths were all miserable. Some of them had beating hearts on their chests, some had ribs, and one even had no flesh and blood on his forehead. There was only a white skull, which looked horrible.

People watching the excitement on both sides occasionally bent over to vomit, or rushed out and dared not to watch anymore.

Zhou Yang and Xu Qingluo stared with their eyes wide open.

Lin Feiyang turned his head to take a look and shook his head: "It's miserable!"

Fan Chenguang clasped his hands and bowed deeply: "I heard that Master's Buddhist mantras are magical and unparalleled, turning the impossible into the possible. I hope Master can save them!"

Zhao Jiping said in a deep voice: "Master, they all stood up to block their companions and got injured. They shouldn't end up waiting to die."

People looked at Fakong curiously, and then at the four people from the Shenwu Mansion.

"Master!" Someone suddenly cried out in pain below.

A young man in a purple robe couldn't hold on after all, and took his last breath.

Fan Chenguang and the other four had red eyes.

This feeling of being powerless and watching your companions die is too painful. You will feel endless hatred for yourself and feel that you are too incompetent.

The people watching on Suzaku Avenue also sighed.

These people from Shenwu Mansion are indeed arrogant, but it is a pity that they died like this. They are all heroic and have a bright future.

Fakong shook his head and sighed, and formed seals with his hands.

A rejuvenation spell fell immediately.

A jade bottle appeared in the sky, pouring down a waterfall of nectar, pouring on the purple-robed young men lying there.

"Shizhang! Shizhang!" Excited shouts followed.