Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Hahaha..." Ning Haiping laughed loudly.

Bai Muyu and others behind him glared at Fakong, thinking that Fakong's words were too vicious and lacked the kindness of a monk.

Ning Haiping laughed and shook his head: "Master, you are really a joker. There is no need to say more about the relationship between our Tianhai Sword Sect and the Demon Sect."

Fakong smiled: "Are you really here just for swordsmanship?"

Ning Haiping said in a deep voice: "Yes, Master, what other purpose do you think we have?"

"Not for personal revenge?" Fakong looked at Bai Muyu and smiled: "This donor is full of resentment and hatred, but for what?"

Bai Muyu's face changed slightly.

He really couldn't control his anger.

Not only because his martial arts were abolished, but also because his nephew Bai Jingqian, who originally had a bright future and could have become the leader of Chunshui Sword Sect, took a sharp turn for the worse because of this monk Fakong!

The hatred in his heart was like a surging river, endless, and he wanted to stab Fakong to death with a sword.

Fakong smiled and said, "My benefactor, please tell me clearly where I have offended you. Taking revenge on private grudges will damage the relationship between our two sects."

Bai Muyu suppressed his anger, his face was indifferent, and he slowly said, "There is no private grudge. Master, you misunderstood."

Fakong smiled and said, "It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. The benefactor should be more open-minded."

"Yes." Bai Muyu suppressed his grievance and bowed with his hands together.

Fakong looked at Ning Haiping: "Master Ning, would you like to learn a few sword moves from me?"

"Master, you are a young man, so you should learn from young people." Ning Haiping waved his hand: "Qinghe."

Fu Qinghe stepped forward two steps, clasped his fists and said: "Fu Qinghe, I meet Master Fakong, please teach me."

Fakong smiled and said: "My sword skills are indeed ordinary, not as good as those of Tianhai Sword Sect, so I'd better not show off."

Fu Qinghe said indifferently: "Master, are you afraid?"

Fakong said: "I am indeed afraid. If I really beat Master Fu, wouldn't it damage the reputation of your sect? I am a person who is good at Buddhism but not good at swordsmanship, but I can beat the swordsmanship of Tianhai Sword Sect. It's really..."

He smiled and shook his head.

I sensed Fu Qinghe's murderous intent.

This Fu Qinghe really wanted to kill me, and he would never hold back.

Fu Qinghe said coldly: "It won't happen."

Ning Haiping frowned. He felt that Fakong was not as kind and gentle as everyone said.

Instead, he was full of bad intentions and pressed forward step by step.

This made Fakong sound as if Fu Qinghe's victory was natural, and if he lost, it would be a disgrace to Tianhai Sword Sect.

Fakong shook his head and said, "As a monk, I really don't like to fight and show off. Let's forget it."

"Master, it seems that you are really scared!" Fu Qinghe looked impatient.

He didn't expect Fakong to be so procrastinating and jumping back and forth.

"This precedent cannot be opened," Fakong smiled and said, "If I accept the challenge for no reason, can everyone come to challenge? Then where will I have time to practice Buddhism and Buddhist mantras?"

"What does the master want to say?"

Fakong said, "If you lose, you will be my attendant."

"Impossible!" Ning Haiping shouted in a deep voice.

Bai Muyu widened her eyes, not expecting Fakong to be so shameless.

Such words can be said!

Fakong smiled and said, "If I accept all the challenges that come to my house for no reason and without any personal grudges, wouldn't I be overwhelmed all day long? Anyone who wants to come to my house to challenge me must agree to one condition of mine, otherwise forget it."

"Your condition is too harsh." Ning Haiping said in a deep voice.

Fakong looked at Fu Qinghe and smiled, "Does Mr. Ning think that Mr. Fu is not my opponent? Is Mr. Fu afraid?"

"If I lose, I can be your attendant, but I will challenge you once a year. If I can win, I will no longer be your attendant." Fu Qinghe said coldly, his eyes flickering.

Fakong smiled and nodded, "Okay."

He looked at Ning Haiping, then at the others, and smiled, "Can you Tianhai Sword Sect agree to this condition?"

"They don't have to agree, I can agree myself!" Fu Qinghe said coldly, "I can make my own decision."

Ning Haiping's face was gloomy and his mouth was bitter.

I didn't expect Fakong to be so treacherous.

This really pushed Fu Qinghe into a corner. If he didn't agree, Fakong wouldn't be able to compete with him. If he agreed, what if...

No what if!

No matter how strong Fakong was, he couldn't be stronger than Fu Qinghe.

Fu Qinghe drew his sword: "Let's do it!"

Fakong looked at Ning Haiping: "Master Ning, what do you think? Do you agree?"

Bai Muyu gritted his teeth and said: "What if you lose?"

"If you lose, you will admit defeat." Fakong smiled and said: "Do I have to become Master Fu's attendant? This is impossible."

Bai Muyu sneered.

Ning Haiping saw Fu Qinghe's gloomy face and knew that he was extremely impatient. If he didn't agree, Fu Qinghe might turn around and leave.

"Okay!" Ning Haiping said in a deep voice: "I agree to this condition!"

Lin Feiyang laughed.

Fakong said: "If Mr. Fu becomes my attendant, he will no longer be a disciple of Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Of course." Ning Haiping said in a deep voice: "If he becomes your attendant, he can no longer be a disciple of Tianhai Sword Sect!"

If a disciple of Tianhai Sword Sect becomes an attendant of a disciple of Daxueshan Sect, how can Tianhai Sword Sect save its reputation?

Is Tianhai Sword Sect a level lower than Daxueshan Sect?

So once Fu Qinghe is defeated, he will no longer be a disciple of Tianhai Sword Sect, which is equivalent to being expelled from the sect. This is indeed a bit harsh.

Fakong looked at Fu Qinghe: "Donor Fu, can you agree?"

"Yes." Fu Qinghe said coldly: "Why waste nonsense, just do it!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Very good, let's get started."

A clear light flew out of his sleeve, as clear and bright as a stream of autumn water, and pierced straight towards Fu Qinghe.

Fu Qinghe held his sword across his chest, trying to block the sword.

The sword seemed to be light and calm, but it was extremely fast. It was in front of him in an instant, making him unable to dodge and strike at the same time.

"Tsk!" Fakong's sword tip pierced Fu Qinghe's sword body, and the sword tip was already in front of his throat.

"Accept." Fakong drew his sword and came back, smiling.

"You..." Fu Qinghe was stunned.

He looked down at his sword, which had been broken into two pieces.

Fakong's sword was thrust vertically, and it was cut on the sword's body like a knife. Fu Qinghe's sword could not block it.

"You..." Fu Qinghe couldn't believe it.

Ning Haiping's expression changed drastically, he stared at Fakong and said in a deep voice: "Master, what a sharp sword!"

Fakong looked at him with a smile: "Donor Ning, what you mean is that I rely on the power of the sword, right?"

"Exactly!"

"Well, my sword is indeed good, but it is not a magic sword." Fakong nodded and stretched out his hand.

The long sword on Ning Haiping's waist suddenly unsheathed, flew into the air, and landed on Fakong's hand with a slight shake.

"Buzz..." The sound of the sword was like a hundred bees flying together.

Fakong smiled and said, "Come again."

He stabbed out again, and the clear light was like a stream of autumn water. The speed seemed not fast, but in fact it was extremely fast.

Fu Qinghe's turbulent thoughts immediately calmed down when he saw the light of the sword approaching, and the horizontal sword was blocked in front of him again.

Only half of the sword body still accurately blocked Fakong's sword tip.

"Tsk!" With a slight whistle, the tip of the sword pierced his body again and reached his throat.

Fakong put away his sword, smiled, and tossed it lightly.

The long sword was immediately and accurately inserted back into the scabbard on Ning Haiping's waist.

Ning Haiping pulled out the long sword that had just been sheathed.

He held the sword in front of him and looked at the tip of the sword. There was no mark on it, as if it was not the sword that had pierced the sword just now, but another sword.

Fakong said: "My sword technique is also invincible, and its power is pretty good, right?"

Everyone was extremely surprised.

I didn't expect that there is such a sword technique in the world. With this sword technique, no matter what moves you learn, you can just practice one move.

Fu Qinghe stared blankly at only a small section of the sword body left, with a gloomy expression on his face. Suddenly he spat out a bloody arrow and fell forward.

Bai Muyu was well prepared and knew something was wrong when he saw his sword destroyed.

Where the sword is, the man is alive; when the sword dies, the man dies.

This is a fatal flaw of the Qing Sword lineage, which outsiders don’t know.

He had been paying attention to Fu Qinghe for a long time. When he saw him vomiting blood, he rushed forward and was able to support Fu Qinghe who was falling forward.

"Master Fu!" Ning Haiping said in a deep voice.

He took a deep look at Fakong.

Fakong smiled and said: "Donor Fu is my attendant from now on. Has he left the Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"...Yes." Ning Haiping gritted his teeth: "But don't you think it's too vicious, Master?"

"Vicious?" Fakong looked surprised: "How can you say this? It only broke his sword, but did not hurt his life. How can he be vicious?"

"You..." Ning Haiping hesitated.

He couldn't tell the fatal weakness of the Duanqingjian lineage of the Tianhai Sword Sect. People die with the sword, and people die with the sword. This is not because the disciples of the Duanqingjian lineage love the sword too much, and die sadly, or die with the sword. But it was caused by the mentality of the Love-Destroying Sword.

The mental method backfires, leading to obsession and death.

Now Fu Qinghe is only in the first stage. Within the next hour, he will bear the backlash of the Love-Destroying Sword Heart Technique and gradually lose his vitality.

This is a very painful process, and no panacea can save it, and death is inevitable.

Fakong said: "He is injured, should he go back with you first, or should he belong to me directly and be regarded as my attendant?"

Ning Haiping pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Our Tianhai Sword Sect has always acted openly and aboveboard. If you lose, you lose. Fu Qinghe is now your attendant, master... If the master is jealous and kills him, I, Tianhai, will The Sword Sect has nothing to say!”

There is no doubt that Fu Qinghe will die, so he should maximize his value. It would be better to die in the Vajra Temple than to die in the Tianhai Villa, as it would also damage Fakong's reputation.

Fakong nodded lightly and glanced at Lin Feiyang.

"Yes." Lin Feiyang stepped forward to take Fu Qinghe, smiled at Bai Muyu, and patted him on the back: "Take care."

Bai Muyu was shocked and his expression changed drastically.

Lin Feiyang had already taken Fu Qinghe and came to Fakong: "Abbott, he is dying."

"Help him back and feed him some divine water." Fakong said.

He smiled at Ning Haiping and said, "Donor Ning, do you have any other advice?"

"...Master's good skills, I admire him!" Ning Haiping gritted his teeth and said slowly.

"We are competing in swordsmanship." Fakong smiled: "There are many kinds of swordsmanship. We can't just focus on the exquisite ones, right?"

Ning Haiping looked at him deeply and saluted him: "Farewell!"

He turned and left.

Bai Muyu stared at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang supported Fu Qinghe and looked at him with a smile.

"Uncle Bai..." Zhou Wenjing said softly.

Bai Muyu took a deep breath, turned and left.