Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"So, there will be another war between the two sides?" asked a middle-aged man in yellow.

Lin Feiyang nodded: "There can't be two tigers in one mountain. The Southern Supervisory Department is getting stronger and stronger. How can they not want to wash away the shame?"

"But the emperor..."

"The emperor is furious, but he will not disband the Southern Supervisory Department. The Southern Supervisory Department is already the only one in power and irreplaceable." Lin Feiyang snorted.

Fakong and Faning looked at Lin Feiyang in surprise.

These words don't sound like something Lin Feiyang can say.

Can Lin Feiyang think so far?

He can cook, eavesdrop and assassinate, but it is absolutely impossible for him to think so far.

Lin Feiyang coughed lightly and said helplessly: "Of course, I heard these words from others."

Fakong smiled and nodded.

Faning said worriedly: "If the Southern Supervisory Department and the Green Clothes Department really want to fight again, I'm afraid the casualties will not be one or two, or even twelve or thirteen people."

He was reminded by Lin Feiyang and immediately felt the seriousness of the matter.

If there is a conflict again, it means there is a blood feud. How can they restrain themselves? They will definitely fight to the death.

Fakong smiled and said nothing.

"Alas!" Both the yellow-shirted and green-shirted gangs sighed.

They were terrified.

"Master Fakong, in your opinion, should we go to the Southern Supervisory Office or not?"

"In my opinion, let's go." Fakong smiled and said, "Since you have made up your mind, you must take action, otherwise you will always be thinking about it. You will have to go eventually, so it is better to go early than late."

"But..."

"Then go to Dongcheng." Fakong said in a gentle voice, "Even if the two yamen conflict, Dongcheng should still be safe, safer than other yamen."

"... OK." The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt sighed, "None of them is pure land. I really envy the master, the Great Snow Mountain..."

He showed a fascination.

In the eyes of ordinary martial artists, the Great Snow Mountain is mysterious and unattainable, as if it is not a super sect in the same world.

Being able to enter such a sect means a lifetime of glory. Although the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain rarely travel in the martial arts world, once they do, who dares to go against them?

That's because they are tired of living!

They have the deepest experience, and they are both awed and envious.

They absolutely dare not offend the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain. Every disciple of the Great Snow Mountain is a genius and a prodigy that is beyond reach. Any one of them is a talent for the master of the sect.

Fakong smiled.

He could understand the feelings of these people.

In the previous life, it was like a poor student who failed to go to high school facing students from Tsinghua and Peking University. No matter how nice the words sounded, no matter how successful he was, he would still be envious in his heart.

A green-shirted young man couldn't help but say: "Master Fakong, the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain really don't need to join the Southern Supervisory Department."

Fakong raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

The green-shirted young man was handsome, his eyes were bright and full of ambition, and he said in a deep voice: "If I were a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, I would not join the Southern Supervisory Department."

"Why?" Fakong asked with a smile.

The green-shirted youth said in a deep voice: "The identity of a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain is powerful enough, and we don't need the Southern Guards of the Southern Supervisory Department to support us. Unlike us, the status of having the Southern Guards is completely different from that of not having them."

Fakong smiled and nodded.

This is a new perspective.

So it is said that there must be a teacher among three people, and three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang.

It really refreshed him.

The green-shirted youth continued: "Joining the Southern Supervisory Department has invisibly lowered the transcendent status of the Great Snow Mountain. As a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, I have to listen to the Southern Supervisory Department."

Fakong smiled and said: "The Southern Supervisory Department is a government office. No matter how powerful the Great Snow Mountain is, it is still the people of Daqian, just like the disciples of the three major sects will join the Green Outer and Internal Departments."

They are wrong in this understanding.

In the eyes of ordinary people in the martial arts world, the status of the three major sects is so transcendent that they don't have to pay attention to the court.

This actually overestimates the status of the three major sects.

The disciples of the three major sects are more sober, and they will not be so arrogant, and will not look down on the court.

On the contrary, the disciples of the three major sects still maintain a sense of awe for the court.

The more you know, the more you can appreciate how powerful the court is, and it is not comparable to the three major sects.

People think that the disciples of the three major sects enter the Green Outer Division and the Internal Division for experience, to sharpen their hearts and improve their cultivation.

In fact, the disciples of the three major sects enter the court for this reason, but more importantly, they deepen their ties with the court and establish inextricable ties.

Instead of staying away from the court, becoming more and more isolated, the court can easily destroy them once it wants to turn against them.

"I think the Southern Supervisory Division is different from the Green Inner Division and the External Division, and is not as good as the Green Inner Division and the External Division." The green-shirted young man said.

Fakong smiled and said, "From the perspective of the present, it is not as good as them for the time being, but who can say for sure about the future? Maybe they will surpass the Green Clothes Division. It is the right time for you to join now."

"Master Fakong, I am Chu Jiangong, and I have always had a doubt that I have been thinking hard about but cannot solve."

"Donor Chu, please tell me."

"When I was practicing swordsmanship, I always felt that the sword was in harmony with me, as if it had merged with me, but I couldn't really control the sword."

Fakong said: "Donor, you are holding a sword, this is an illusion, just put it aside, the human and the sword are one, it is impossible without a unique secret technique, the feeling of the human and the sword being one is all an illusion. , is a necessary obstacle to the success of swordsmanship. If you are swayed by illusion, you will go astray and deviate from the foundation of swordsmanship. You must know that a sword is a sword and a person is a person, and they cannot be unified. "

"Is there really a secret technique that can combine humans and swords?"

"have."

"That……"

"That is not something that ordinary people can practice. It requires extremely high qualifications." Fakong shook his head and smiled: "It is better to walk down the road of righteousness and peace."

"Does the master have such a secret skill?" Chu Jiangong, a young man in green shirt, asked.

Fakong smiled and nodded, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

A long sword as clear as a stream of autumn water appeared in his hand.

No one even saw clearly where his sword was or how he unsheathed it. One moment he was empty-handed, and the next moment he had a sword.

"Buzz..." Fakong shook slightly, and the sword trembled slightly, making the sound of more than a hundred bees flying together.

Fakong raised his left index finger and middle finger and gently stroked the sword body. The sword body immediately calmed down and trembled, like a well-behaved child.

Fukong flipped his wrist, and the long sword flashed and disappeared without a trace. It had disappeared into Fakong's sleeve.

But they couldn't see where the sword went. It seemed to have gotten into the sleeve, but there was no way there was no trace at all.

Fakong smiled and said: "The integration of man and sword is impossible without a unique secret technique. It requires a lot of energy. Moreover, there is no hope of achieving it without reaching a certain level of cultivation."

"Then what level does it take to reach that level?"

"Grand Master."

"...Master, are you already a great master?" The green-shirted young man Chu Jiancheng was unbelievable.

For him, the Grand Master was something he had only heard of but never seen. It seemed like another world that was out of reach.

Fakong nodded lightly.

Chu Jiangong didn't believe it. He turned to look at the others with a smile, and then looked at Fakong: "Master, you..."

Fakong suddenly released his momentum.

Everyone present suddenly felt that they were being pressed down by a mountain, almost crushing themselves into powder.

His heart beat faster, and his vision went black.

Fa Kong restrained his breath.

Everyone's eyes suddenly brightened. The mountain was moved away and they could breathe again. This feeling was so happy.

Fakong smiled and said: "You are all heroes. If you can join the Southern Supervision Department and practice hard, you may not be able to take charge."

"Then let me borrow the good advice from the master." Chu Jiangong said with a forced smile.

The way he looked at Fakong changed now.

Awe and wonder.

Chu Ling had been observing their expressions carefully and found that they were more in awe of the Snow Mountain than the imperial court.

There seemed to be a vast gulf between the Daxue Mountain disciples and them, and their status was immediately clear.

Even though there were many people, they still felt unspeakably reserved when sitting around the campfire, as if they had changed from hosts to guests.

Early the next morning, the two groups said goodbye to Fakong and the others, and then disappeared into the morning mist.

After they ran hundreds of steps along the treetops, they turned around and saw that Fakong and his party were no longer in sight.

"Huh!" Chu Jiangong, the young man in green shirt, let out a long breath, shook his head and said, "I never expected that there would be such an adventure."

"It is indeed a rare adventure." A middle-aged man in green shirt next to him nodded: "Master Nephew, what a harvest, right?"

"It is indeed a great harvest. With just a few words of advice from Master Fakong, it is like seeing the mist through the clouds. You are worthy of being a master of the Snow Mountain!"

"That's a rare encounter. I didn't expect this great disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect to be so generous."

"To be tough is to be generous." Several people nearby agreed.

They also felt that they benefited a lot from it.

They felt that every word of Fa Kong went straight to the point, to the doubts about their own cultivation, and even to the points that Master failed to fully explain.

With a few words from him, the original confusion and ambiguity suddenly became clear, and his understanding of swordsmanship and mental skills immediately reached a higher level.

"What a pity..." Chu Jiangong shook his head: "After all, we are not blessed enough to be able to listen to advice all the time."

"What are you thinking about!" The middle-aged man in green shirt said with a smile: "Master Nephew, you are too greedy. You still want to follow him all the time. It is a rare opportunity to meet such a person."

"Daxue Mountain, it really deserves its reputation. You have become a Grand Master at such a young age."

"Maybe it's because of your beauty." Someone said, "I became so young because I became a Grand Master."

"It's very possible..."

Everyone was talking and walking.

Fakong and his party also continued to go south. Xu Qingluo asked Fakong in confusion why he wanted to call them.

There was nothing perfunctory about what he said. Every sentence went straight to the point, but it was all true. It was too generous.

"Let's form a good relationship." Fakong said calmly.

Xu Qingluo's big eyes suddenly flashed, and she asked curiously: "Master, is there a big shot among them?"

Fakong said: "It's okay to be a Sicheng, it's that Chu Jiangong."

"He... I don't like him, he is too utilitarian." Xu Qingluo said.

Chu Ling also nodded: "He is indeed a restless guy, his eyes are so flexible."

Zhou Yu said: "I don't like him either. The corners of his eyes keep turning up, and he looks arrogant."

Chu Ling asked curiously: "Sister Zhou, you actually know physiognomy?"

"You know a little bit about it." Zhou Yu smiled.

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PS: Update completed.