Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Oh, it's really tragic!"

"Old Lu, tell me how tragic it is!"

"You haven't heard about it, have you?"

"Nonsense, we are listening to you, how can we know anything if you haven't said it yet, tell me how tragic it is!"

"You haven't heard about the Xiaoheishan Gang's family annihilation case, have you?"

"Xiaoheishan Gang? What kind of gang is that?"

"Brother Zhou, you live a comfortable life and are free and easy, so it is indeed difficult to get in touch with the Xiaoheishan Gang."

"What does that mean?"

"They are a low-level gang, formed by some poor people, who all make a living by carrying sacks at the docks."

"These people..., what kind of gang is it? I thought it was established by martial arts masters."

"Several important leaders in the gang are still good at martial arts, and it is said that the gang leader is a master."

"That's pretty impressive."

"Yes, a master is a small gang leader like this, it's like a lion leading a group of sheep."

Everyone talked about it.

"With a master as the leader, the Xiaoheishan Gang had a good life. Unfortunately, overnight, all the gang members died without a single one left, even the dogs and chickens in the gang died."

"Who did it?"

"No evidence."

"Old Lu, you are teasing us!" Everyone was dissatisfied.

This statement was incomplete and hanging in the air, so it's better not to say it.

"Listen to me, after the Xiaoheishan Gang, there is also a Tiejiao Gate, which is much more powerful than the Xiaoheishan Gang. It is said that there are at least 20 masters, but in the end, they were all wiped out."

"Then what? Is there anything else?"

"Not yet." Old Lu shook his head, drank a sip of wine happily, and exhaled a long breath, saying: "But everyone has speculations about the murderer."

"Who?"

"Huangquan Valley." Old Lu slowly uttered three words.

"Huangquan Valley...?"

"Huangquan Valley?"

"..."

"Never heard of it."

"Well, never heard of it. Could it be a hidden sect?"

There are too many hidden sects in the martial arts world.

Some of these sects are restricted by the sect rules and are not allowed to come out. Now they break the rules and come out.

Some are closed because of problems with inheritance. Now they have the confidence to open the door and reappear in the martial arts world.

"Hehe..." Lao Lu took another sip of wine. Everyone hurriedly urged him to tell what kind of sect Huangquan Valley is and why it is so vicious.

"What kind of sect Huangquan Valley is, I don't know. I only know that it is a sect that will destroy the family at will." Lao Lu shook his head and said, "Anyway, it's best not to provoke them. Once you provoke them, you can expect to be destroyed!"

"Huangquan Valley..."

Everyone chewed on the name.

I want to remember this name in my heart, so as not to offend it accidentally. Such a ruthless character is really not suitable to be an enemy.

Someone sneered: "They are so rampant, is there no one to take care of them?"

"Who will take care of them?"

"Aren't there patrol guards?"

"Hey, they are bullies and afraid of the strong, so they dare not take care of them at all."

"What about Prince Chun's Mansion?"

"...I don't know about that."

"...It is said that the foundation of Huangquan Valley is in Prince Chun's Mansion."

"Impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Someone shook his head: "I know about this, and Prince Chun's Mansion will even host a banquet for the masters of Huangquan Valley tonight."

"Without support, how dare they do this?!"

"How is this possible..."

"Isn't it said that Prince Chun's Mansion is fair and strict?"

"The Little Black Mountain Gang is not a good thing. They are bullying and occupying the entire dock. No one can intervene. The Iron Foot Sect is not a good person either. The disciples rely on the strength of the sect to oppress the people."

"But this can't wipe out the whole family, right?"

"That's right, there are always innocent people."

"Alas..."

Everyone sighed.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

I didn't expect that the banquet was hosted by Huangquan Valley.

He was not curious about this, but the news had actually spread. Isn't Prince Chun's Mansion strictly guarded?

How could such news spread so easily?

Prince Chun's Mansion was so strictly governed, and the news was still spread. It was very likely that it was not spread from the inside to the outside, but was deliberately spread by someone with ulterior motives.

In the court, struggle is the norm and is everywhere, especially for Prince Chun's status. How could there be a few people who are eyeing Huangquan Valley?

However, after they discussed for a few sentences, they actually changed the topic and stopped discussing Huangquan Valley.

This made Fakong appreciate the power of Prince Chun's Mansion.

They obviously didn't want to cause trouble, so even if they were unhappy with Huangquan Valley, they didn't say anything more.

However, after three rounds of drinking, discussions about Huangquan Valley began to increase.

After drinking, people became bolder and spoke the truth after drinking. They spit out their thoughts and scolded Huangquan Valley one by one.

Fakong shook his head when he heard it.

He ate slowly, drank, and listened to some sensitive news, looking for information about the army from the messy news, but there was no movement at all.

Could it be that Daqian was not at war with Dayong, but with Dayun?

Fakong thought about it, paid the bill and left Ruyi Tower, strolling slowly along the street.

The brightly lit street was three times more lively than in the evening, with people laughing and talking, and it looked like a prosperous era.

Fakong shook his head.

Such a prosperous era is so fragile. Once the two dynasties go to war, everything will be gone. I don’t know what will happen.

He walked into an alley and disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in his courtyard.

The courtyard was brightly lit.

A bright moon shone in the sky.

Xu Qingluo was practicing boxing in the courtyard. Seeing him come back, she stopped: "Master."

"Don't you want to go back to sleep?"

"It's still early, Master, let's go around the city."

Fakong looked at her.

"Master!"

"Let's go."

Xu Qingluo grabbed his sleeve, and the two of them floated over the wall, landed on Suzaku Avenue, and merged into the crowd.

Walking on Suzaku Avenue is no different from walking on the avenue in Tianjing just now, both are equally prosperous.

"Master, I have reached another level." Xu Qingluo said softly, "I have already condensed the fetal breath."

Fakong raised his eyebrows and nodded, "It seems that you are born to practice this mental method."

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Master, I know it is because of the Qingxin Mantra. If it weren't for it, I would not be able to practice it at all."

Every time she felt that she was not in good spirits and was about to collapse, it was the Qingxin Mantra that helped her and continuously replenished her mental strength.

If there was no Qingxin Mantra, she would never be able to practice to this level. Even if she could practice, it would take a long time.

Fakong smiled and said, "No matter how you practice, it's good if you practice it... The next step is also crucial. Don't be anxious. It's best to let it come naturally."

If we talk about the talent of practicing the Void Fetal Breath Sutra, Xu Qingluo is worse than me. If there was no Wheel of Time Tower, my practice speed would be far inferior to her.

Talent is very despairing.

"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "And, Master, I have also found my own unique way of cultivation."

"Hmm?"

"Use the Dharmakaya to practice." Xu Qingluo said excitedly: "I found that if I use the Dharmakaya to practice boxing, the perception and improvement of practicing once is equivalent to my practicing ten times. It's really amazing!"

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

He didn't even find such a wonderful use.

The Dharmakaya can actually be used to practice?

However, his Dharmakaya is the Medicine Buddha statue. He has been reciting the Medicine Buddha Sutra to increase his life span. He really can't spare time to practice.

It's better to recite the Medicine Buddha Sutra than to let the Medicine Buddha statue practice martial arts. The increased life span can then stimulate the Kalachakra Tower and practice in the Kalachakra Tower.

After thinking about it, I feel a little bit disadvantaged by using this method.

But Xu Qingluo doesn't have the Kalachakra Tower, so of course this method is more suitable.

"Master, I will soon surpass Junior Brother Zhou." Xu Qingluo said excitedly: "I'm just worried that there will be something wrong with practicing with the Dharmakaya."

She restrained her smile and looked at Fakong seriously.

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly, and gently touched her forehead with his left index finger, and saw the situation in her mind.

Unlike his own fish belly-like void at dawn, her mind was almost midnight and dark.

A small Xu Qingluo was quietly floating in the dark night sky, her body was like colored glaze, her meridians were clear, and there was green energy flowing in it.

This is fetal breathing, and its operation generates mental power to make up for Xu Qingluo's lack of mental power.

Once the fetal breath is condensed, if Xu Qingluo does not have a huge consumption, her mental power will be endless.

She will sleep less, think more sharply, think faster, her five senses will be enhanced, and her senses will be more acute.

Fakong shook his head, really not knowing whether it was good or bad for her to practice the Void Fetal Breath Sutra at such a young age, and whether it would hinder her growth.

So you have to observe it over time and not be careless. Once something is wrong, let her abandon her martial arts and practice again.

Fakong left her mind and nodded gently: "At present, everything is normal, nothing is wrong."

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Master, will I become a master soon?"

"It depends on you." Fakong nodded: "If you keep working hard, it should be soon."

"When I reach the master level." Xu Qingluo was even happier: "I can help you, Master."

"You can help now." Fakong said: "Don't worry, take it step by step, and practice it step by step."

"Yes."

The two walked casually on Suzaku Avenue. When they saw something delicious, they would buy one or two and taste it.

Walking from the east end to the west end, and then walking back from the west end, it was already late at night when the two returned to the outer courtyard.

The next morning, when they went to Guanyun Tower for dinner, they saw Li Ying and the other two.

He clasped his hands gently, looked up and was about to sit in his seat, and saw a handsome and upright middle-aged man sitting at another table, with a handsome look and three clear beards under his chin.

He sat steadily at the table, with an upright figure and a dignified demeanor.

There were two people sitting on his left and right, one was round and the other was strong.

Fakong knew at a glance that it was Prince Yi Chu Yun.

He pretended not to recognize him. When Chu Yun stood up and clasped his hands, he clasped his hands in return and nodded slightly, then continued to sit in his seat.

Chu Yun sat down slowly.

The round Zhou Kun lowered his voice and whispered: "Your Highness, it seems that he didn't recognize you."

"On the contrary, I think he recognized you." The strong and thin old man Zhu Song said in a deep voice.

Zhou Kun stared at him.

Zhu Song said: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

"Well, he should recognize me." Chu Yun nodded slowly.

Fakong looked normal, wondering why Chu Yun came here to find him. Did he come here specifically for him?

Wasn't it because he was afraid of his magical powers that he couldn't meet?

Why did he change his mind so quickly to meet?

Was he here to thank me because he had reminded the Fourth Prince Chu Lun that there was an assassin from the Kunshan Holy Church and had killed the assassin?

After Chu Lun came, he just reminded him and didn't pay any more attention.

Although Chu Lun is frivolous, he is very reliable, which is completely different from Chu Jing.

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