Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Dugu Xia Qing stepped back and looked at him in surprise: "Your appearance has really changed?"

The middle-aged man in green robe said indifferently: "Are you the sword dancer of the Dugu family? The current me is the real me, and the one you saw before was fake."

"It's you!" Dugu Xia Qing snorted.

When she was stabbed just now, she knew it was the person she was looking for.

Although she had studied his swordsmanship many times, she found that she still couldn't get a glimpse of his subtlety when she really fought.

His swordsmanship is more than twice as strong as before, not only faster, but also more deceptive.

The middle-aged man in green robe changed his momentum, as if he had changed a person. The previous desolation and desolation disappeared, leaving only indifference and arrogance: "I spared your life, but you still came here to die, so you can't blame me."

"Wait a minute!" Dugu Xia Qing said.

The middle-aged man in green robe shook the long sword lightly.

The long sword was dark and dull.

It was just like the small black wooden sword that Fakong had seen before, but the sword body became longer and wider.

"Do you have any last words?" The middle-aged man in green robe said calmly: "I can help you pass it to Xinghuawu."

"Why do you want to kill me?" Dugu Xiaqing said: "There must be a reason, right? You won't kill for no reason, right?"

"Reason?" The middle-aged man in green robe pondered.

He was thinking back.

Why did he want to kill this little girl in the first place?

Was it because her sword dance was so messed up and embarrassing?

Or was it because she disappointed me. I originally thought she was a stunning beauty when I saw her sword dance, but she turned out to be a mediocre woman, which made me very disappointed?

Or was it because of her indifference to me?

Or was it because she was as clear as a cold spring, without a trace of worldly temperament?

I killed too many people, and I had various reasons for killing each time.

Some reasons came up randomly when I thought of them. After killing people, the thoughts were always extinguished and it was difficult to remember them.

Dugu Xiaqing snorted: "Did I offend you? I have never killed anyone, so there is no way I have a grudge."

Her sword was only used for dancing, and she had never killed anyone.

"Hate?" The middle-aged man in green robe smiled and shook his head: "There are all kinds of hate, not necessarily murder."

"What other hate?"

"Blocking someone's wealth is like killing their parents, unintentionally humiliating the other party, unintentionally offending the other party, these are all hate."

Dugu Xiaqing impatiently: "Then tell me, what hate do I have with you?"

"I kill people, never for revenge." The middle-aged man in green robe said lightly: "Others have no chance to make enemies with me."

Before making enemies, the person has died.

How can it be considered a hate when the grudges are gone after the death of the person?

"Then what is it for?!" Dugu Xiaqing snorted: "You haven't forgotten it yourself?"

"Yes, I forgot it." The middle-aged man in green robe smiled indifferently: "It's just killing a person, and you still have to think about the reason for killing? Too tired!"

"You really deserve to die." Dugu Xiaqing said coldly.

She didn't expect that there are such cold-blooded and cruel people in the world, who don't need a reason to kill people, relying on their profound swordsmanship to kill people indiscriminately.

Everyone can kill him!

As soon as she thought about it, her momentum changed again. The original sharp sword intent became even sharper, and the divine light pierced through her eyes and pierced directly at the middle-aged man in green robe.

The middle-aged man in green robe seemed to be unaware of it and looked at her indifferently: "Although you are good at swordsmanship, you are not good at fighting. You will die today. If you don't say your last words, you will have no chance."

"You should say your last words!" Dugu Xiaqing said coldly: "Die!"

Her right shoulder was injured, so she threw the long sword, took the sword with her left hand and stabbed it. The next moment, it had stabbed the middle-aged man in green robe in the chest.

This sword seemed to cross the void, from here to there, without the need for a middle way, and it was faster than imagination.

The middle-aged man in green robe dodged sideways.

He had an amazing intuition about danger, and his body would respond automatically without him having to think.

Thinking and then controlling the body would delay this process for a moment.

This moment was the opportunity of life and death.

Dugu Xiaqing snorted, did not dodge, let him stab her heart, and slashed with a sword at the same time.

But when the green-robed middle-aged man's sword stabbed her, his body retreated, the sword stabbed forward, the man retreated, and the man and the sword separated.

He avoided her horizontal slash and stabbed her in the heart.

Fakong shook his head, formed a seal and cast a rejuvenation spell.

Under the rejuvenation spell, her weakness suddenly disappeared, and she stepped forward and stabbed again.

The green-robed middle-aged man reached out to pull back his sword.

His body movements were strange. He clearly moved forward and then sideways, lightly and flexibly avoiding Dugu Xiaqing's sword. His hand had already reached for the hilt of his sword and was about to pull it out.

But when his hand touched the hilt of the black long sword, he suddenly froze.

A ray of light flashed in Fakong's sleeve, flew out of the purple gold cassock sleeve, and lightly pierced into the green-robed middle-aged man's brow.

The green-robed middle-aged man froze, revealing an unbelievable look.

Fakong drew his sword and retreated.

Dugu Xiaqing retreated with the black long sword and looked at the green-robed middle-aged man in surprise.

The middle-aged man in green robe opened his eyes wide, but the light in his eyes quickly dimmed and extinguished.

She turned her head to look at Fakong.

"Lucky." Fakong smiled.

He reached out and pulled out the black sword from Dugu Xiaqing's chest, bringing out a burst of hot blood.

Dugu Xiaqing groaned, pointed a few fingers to seal several acupuncture points on her chest, and stopped the surging blood.

In the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​the snow-white silk shirt had been stained red.

Fakong ignored her injury because he knew that her heart was on the left, which was the opposite of ordinary people.

So the sword in her heart was not fatal to her.

Fakong made a seal with his left hand and raised his right palm. A soft white light soon appeared. After the white light was full, it shot out and shone on the middle-aged man in green robe.

The middle-aged man in green robe soon appeared with white light, which twisted on his head to form a small middle-aged man in green robe, calm and peaceful.

"What is this...?"

"The Great Light Mantra." Fakong stared at the small light man and watched it turn into a white light and soar into the sky.

A memory bead had already appeared in Fakong's mind, floating in front of the eyebrows of the Medicine Buddha statue.

Fakong concentrated for a moment, and it was pressed into the red mole between the eyebrows of the Medicine Buddha statue.

Suddenly there was a loud bang.

He entered the life of Gongsun Yuanhua, a middle-aged man in green robe from the Netherworld Sect, and began to experience his life.

When he was young, he lived with wolves, drank wolf milk, animal blood, and ate raw meat. When he grew up, he joined the Netherworld Sect and practiced the Netherworld Sword.

Then he played around in the human world, experienced the world, saw through the secular world, transcended into the underworld, obtained the heart of the underworld and stepped into the Grandmaster.

In the end, he was killed by an inconspicuous monk.

When Fakong opened his eyes, there was still resentment and anger from Gongsun Yuanhua, which was quickly suppressed by the Medicine Buddha statue and restored to calmness.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Dugu Xiaqing's clear eyes.

She was staring at Fakong curiously.

The resentment and anger in Fakong's eyes made her feel familiar, and then she looked at the middle-aged man in green robe who stood upright.

It seemed that the eyes of the two were exactly the same, very strange.

She was very observant.

Fakong smiled and said, "Is there something on my face?"

"Just now, how did you plot against him, and how did he pause for that moment?"

That guy would never make such a low-level mistake, it must be Master Fakong's doing.

Fakong smiled and made the mountain seal, and cast the immobilization spell.

"Ah!" Dugu Xiaqing cried out in surprise, feeling the feeling of being unable to move due to the vast power just now.

"What is this...?"

"Immobilization spell."

"Purifying Heart Spell, Rejuvenation Spell, Great Light Spell, Immobilization Spell,... What a magical Buddhist spell." Dugu Xiaqing shook her head and smiled: "Master, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing? Just cast an Immobilization Spell, and you will be at your mercy?"

Fakong said: "Not all the time there is a chance to cast a Buddhist spell, and it's not that easy to cast a Buddhist spell."

Dugu Xiaqing nodded suddenly: "That's true, after all, it's an external force, and the swordsmanship I practiced is more reliable."

Fakong agreed deeply.

Dugu Xiaqing looked at the middle-aged man in green robe: "The swordsmanship of the Netherworld Sect is really powerful, more powerful than imagined."

Fakong said: "Bury him first... Use the Great Light Spell, it should be able to wipe out our breath, even so, the Netherworld Sect may come looking for us."

"You have suffered for me." Dugu Xiaqing shook his head gently.

As soon as he thought about it, he knew that the Netherworld Sect wanted to kill Fakong.

He did not leave any breath on him, and he could not stab him with a sword.

It was Fakong who stabbed him to death with a sword.

Fakong smiled: "I am also curious about how the Netherworld Sect will retaliate, and I also want to meet these swordsmen who regard human lives as worthless."

From Gongsun Yuanhua's memory, he knew that the Netherworld Sect and Huangquan Valley were indeed from the same lineage. They were originally Huangquan Netherworld Sect, one of the branches of the ancient Demon Sect.

And Daqian's Demon Sect is also one of the branches of the ancient Demon Sect.

The Huangquan Netherworld Sect has two cores, one is poison and the other is sword.

Later, it split into Huangquan Valley and Netherworld Sect. Huangquan Valley left Dayun and took root in Dayong, while Netherworld Sect stayed in Dayun.

Fakong's mood was solemn, far from being as calm as he appeared.

After hastily burying Gongsun Yuanhua deep in the woods and erecting a stone tablet, the two of them parted directly.

The next moment, Fakong returned to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

He sat down at the table, and Lin Feiyang came over to serve tea: "Abbot, Old Xu was called away again just now. I feel something happened over there."

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, and he glanced lightly and saw Xu Zhijian from the Bright Holy Church's branch courtyard.

Xu Zhijian was looking gloomy, his ugly face was full of anger, and he stared coldly at the two old men in front of him.

The two old men lowered their heads and their faces flushed.

Fakong shook his head and smiled, retracted his gaze, and didn't ask about it.

The assassin of Xu Zhijian was Gongsun Yuanhua.

Now that Gongsun Yuanhua has been killed, Xu Zhijian's danger should have been eliminated.

He looked at the pagoda garden: "Please come over, Your Highness."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang agreed.

A moment later, Chu Ling came to his courtyard lightly, sat down at the table, and glanced at him without saying a word.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

He is still in a cold war with himself.

"Speak!" Chu Ling sat for a moment, and seeing that he lowered his head in thought and had no intention of speaking, he could not bear it any longer.

Fakong said loudly: "Pen and ink."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang quickly brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and his hands formed a shadow. In the blink of an eye, he ground the ink, quickly spread the paper, and held the pen with both hands.

Fakong picked up the pen and wrote a few words, blew it, and then put it in an envelope and handed it to Chu Ling: "Don't open it to read."

"Who wants to read it! Who is it for?"

"The emperor."

Chu Ling said in surprise: "It's actually for my father?... You actually wrote a letter to my father?"

Fakong said slowly: "It's a serious matter, the sooner the better."

"...Okay, I'll go back to my father now."

Chu Ling's clear eyes turned on his face, and finally asked nothing, stuffed the letter into his full chest, turned around and left lightly.