Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Xiang kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

People became more and more curious.

Chu Yu came to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple the second time and met Fakong.

Fakong was playing with three tortoise shells.

These three tortoise shells were taken by Chu Ling from the secret storehouse of the Forbidden Palace. When Chu Ling handed them to him, he said with great disdain that it was not only the Imperial Observatory that had spiritual tortoise shells, but there were many in the Forbidden Palace.

Fakong did not refuse and accepted them with a smile.

Unexpectedly, these tortoise shells were not vulgar or ordinary.

One tortoise shell allowed him to see the future within four years, which was equivalent to extending his clairvoyance by one year.

This was an incredible effect.

A year's difference could sometimes make a world of difference.

Another tortoise shell made his clairvoyance more flexible and responsive.

If the clairvoyance was like a search engine, then this tortoise shell would increase the speed of the Internet. After a slight search, the results would be presented immediately, which was a few points faster than before.

There was another tortoise shell, which, like improving gPu, also increased the resolution several times, and the images presented were clearer and more delicate.

These three tortoise shells have their own unique uses, and they are rare.

Come to think of it, how can a tortoise shell hidden in the secret vault of the Forbidden Palace be an ordinary tortoise? It is not surprising that its tortoise shell has magical powers.

Fakong put the three tortoise shells into his sleeves, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Chu, how come you have time to come here? You are really a distinguished guest."

Chu Yu has not come for a long time.

Chu Yu smiled and came to sit opposite him: "I don't come to the temple for no reason. I came to ask you Fakong if I have something."

Xu Qingluo came over lightly and presented the teacup.

Chu Yu smiled and thanked.

Xu Qingluo left lightly again.

"Is it because of the prince's white hair?"

"Can the father's white hair be eliminated?"

"This is not difficult. With the prince's cultivation, he can recover slowly by practicing." Fakong shook his head: "The key is to adjust your state of mind."

"What is it because of?" Chu Yu asked: "Father is mysterious and keeps it a secret."

"Do you think I will tell?" Fakong smiled.

Chu Yu looked at him and sighed: "Forget it! ... As long as it can be cured, mother will be relieved. Father has no other problems, right?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Don't worry, the prince is very strong. Grandmasters don't get sick so easily."

"Grandmasters don't get white hair so easily." Chu Yu snorted.

He was very curious about what Chu Xiang was doing, but it was useless to ask, and mother didn't say much.

Fakong said: "Brother Chu, your cultivation has increased greatly recently. Have you met Miss Fan?"

"No." Chu Yu shook his head.

Fakong smiled.

"What are you laughing at?!" Chu Yu snorted.

Fakong smiled: "It seems that Brother Chu has completely come out of it."

The last time he mentioned Fan Ningyu, although Chu Yu acted calm, he was actually excited and his mood was turbulent, but now he is calm.

This is to come out of it completely, and there is no strong feeling for Fan Ningyu.

The feeling fades, this is natural.

Even for a couple with a sweet affection, the affection will fade away after a long time without seeing each other, not to mention that the two are not together, it is just Chu Yu's wishful thinking.

Chu Yu said: "I have walked out a long time ago, it's nothing, I was stupid at the time, after all, I was young."

Fakong smiled and nodded.

Chu Yu waved his hand and said: "Why tell you, a monk, all this, anyway you don't know."

Fakong laughed: "Brother Chu, I am a monk, I don't understand the love between men and women, but I know the human heart."

"Humph." Chu Yu disagreed.

Fakong is a monk, no matter how capable he is, he can't talk about love.

Although he failed to pursue Fan Ningyu, he liked her after all, and he also knew the taste of love.

Fakong smiled and said: "In fact, I know that you, brother Chu, can't be trapped for too long. Think about how you liked Junior Sister Ning at the beginning."

Chu Yu coughed lightly, his face was unnatural.

He was indeed frivolous at the beginning.

Now it seems that he is indeed fanciful.

Although Ning Zhenzhen is not a princess, and is only a secretary of the Green Clothes Division, she is pure and innocent, and has extraordinary achievements. It is impossible for her to look down on him.

"It seems that I haven't seen Miss Ning for a while."

"She is now a secret agent of the Green Clothes Division."

"Going to Dayong?"

"... Don't expect to see her in the short term." Fakong smiled and said, "Your cultivation progress is very fast, not bad."

"What's not bad." Chu Yu snorted, "Your disciples are better than me."

When he saw Xu Qingluo just now, he found that her cultivation was much better than his, and he was shocked.

Is this the difference in talent?

How old is Xu Qingluo, and how long has she been practicing?

Fakong smiled and said, "Your talent is not as good as hers, and there is nothing to say."

He spoke directly to Chu Yu, and there was no need to be tactful.

Chu Yu snorted, "Qualification, it's really abominable!... Fakong, I want to go to the Vajra Temple."

"Hmm?"

"Go to your medicine valley to retreat for a while."

"It's different in the palace?" Fakong said.

Prince Xin's Mansion is a rare quiet place. Secret agents and the like are all cleared out, and there are no mundane things to disturb you.

If you want to retreat, Prince Xin's Mansion is enough.

"It's different." Chu Yu said, "You can't be completely quiet, isolated from the world, and cut off all worldly ties."

Fakong looked him up and down.

Chu Yu said, "I want to cut off worldly ties and focus on practicing. What's wrong?"

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep.

Chu Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, and wanted to turn around and run.

After a moment, Fakong said slowly: "It is true that there is a deviation in the practice,... your state of mind is not right,... let's do this, don't practice for a while, just go out and have fun."

"Did the practice go wrong?"

"Don't practice for a month." Fakong said: "After a month, you will find that you are better than your practice."

"...Okay." Chu Yu could only nod: "If I don't practice for a month, I really don't know where to go to play."

Fakong laughed.

Chu Yu is a master of eating, drinking and having fun, but he said he didn't know where to go to play.

"I've played all over Shenjing and I'm tired of it." Chu Yu said, "How about finding something exciting and going to Tianjing to play?"

Fakong smiled and said, "If your identity is exposed, I don't know how many people want to kill you or kidnap you."

"...Okay." Chu Yu said, "Then play in Shenjing."

The two were chatting, and Yuandeng's voice rang out: "Abbot, someone outside sent a letter."

"Bring it here."

"Yes."

Yuandeng handed a letter to Fakong.

Fakong took it out and took a look, smiling and shaking his head.

Chu Yu looked at the letter curiously.

"Tan Qiuhan from Tianhai Sword Sect invited me to a sword fight." Fakong said.

"I'll go and see." Chu Yu said hurriedly.

Fakong shook his head.

Chu Yu said, "Don't you have any confidence in defeating him? Who is this Tan Qiuhan?"

"Winning is still certain, but it's not appropriate to take you with you. Your realm is too low, you won't be able to bear it, and it will also form a mental barrier." Fakong said.

Martial arts experience and knowledge are not the earlier the better. Sometimes, seeing it too early can be a big problem.

If you see a grandmaster take action too early, you may form a psychological shadow and it will be difficult to become a grandmaster.

Of course, sometimes, seeing a grandmaster take action can help you become a grandmaster.

The same thing, at different times and occasions, will produce completely different results.

Chu Yu said helplessly: "You are not even qualified to watch the excitement."

Fakong smiled and said: "Then practice well."

"If you want to practice, you have to rest for another month."

"If you are too eager to practice, your heart fire will be too strong, which will damage your body." Fakong smiled and said: "You may even go crazy."

"Okay, then you should be careful." Chu Yu said: "I'm leaving."

After Chu Yu left, Fakong took out a piece of spiritual tortoise shell.

He concentrated his heavenly eyes to look around, secretly thinking, what if he didn't use the air-cutting palm?

What would happen if he didn't directly cut off his sword and used sword moves purely?

The mirror created by the Spirit Turtle Armor showed the two fighting. This time he did not directly cut off Tan Qiuhan's sword.

The sword lights of the two were like clear water, cool and peaceful, without any murderous intent.

Fakong watched for a moment and closed his eyes.

He replayed the fighting scene in his mind and studied Tan Qiuhan's moves.

While cracking it, he also integrated its essence into his own swordsmanship.

He entered the Wheel of Time Tower and burned three days of life.

After he left the Wheel of Time Tower, he looked at the Spirit Turtle Armor again.

In the Spirit Turtle Armor, the fighting scene was different this time.

After a while, he closed his eyes again and replayed it in his mind again, taking its essence and integrating it into his own swordsmanship.

After a while, he entered the Wheel of Time Tower again.

After coming out, he looked at the Spirit Turtle Armor again.

After repeating this five times, his smile gradually widened and he was confident.

He looked up at the sky, and then disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared on the top of Nantian Peak.

Tan Qiuhan, dressed in a green shirt, was already standing in front of the Nantian Gate.

Tan Qiuhan was tall and strong, with long arms and hands.

He had a square face with handsome features.

He pursed his lips, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes showed arrogance: "Master Fakong, you are late."

Fakong had heard this sentence several times in the spirit turtle armor, and didn't want to hear it again, so he drew his sword directly: "Daxueshan Vajra Temple, Fakong, please teach me."

"... Tianhai Sword Sect, Tan Qiuhan." Seeing him like this, Tan Qiuhan didn't say anything more and slowly drew his sword.

Fakong said calmly: "If you, Mr. Tan, lose, will there be stronger masters coming to kill me?"

"... No."

Fakong smiled: "Really? Don't you have to kill me?"

"I still keep my word."

"Then please."

"Tsk!"

"Tsk!"

The sword lights of the two people poured together like clear water.

…

After twelve moves, Fakong returned the sword to its sheath, smiled and clasped his hands: "Donor Tan, I'm leaving."

He disappeared in a flash.

Tan Qiuhan stood there in a daze, his expression changing.

There were several people standing on the mountain not far away, looking at this side from afar.

They saw every move and every style clearly.

At first glance, Fakong's swordsmanship was not very exquisite, but it was amazingly powerful, and he defeated Tan Qiuhan simply and calmly.

All of Tan Qiuhan's exquisite moves seemed to become complicated and redundant.

Ning Haiping landed beside Tan Qiuhan: "Uncle Tan, Fakong won."

"Yeah." Tan Qiuhan was still immersed in the swordsmanship just now, and said absent-mindedly: "Win."

"We really don't want revenge?" Ning Haiping frowned.

You know, they have lost too many masters to Fakong. This is a blood debt, how can they let it go?

Tan Qiuhan glanced at him lightly.

Ning Haiping was startled.

The hair on my body stood up involuntarily, as if I were falling into an ice cellar.

Tan Qiuhan snorted lightly: "You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Do you think you can deal with him? Stupid!"

“Yes.” Ning Haiping clasped his fists and bowed.

Tan Qiuhan said: “Do you still want to find him? Don’t you think the number of people who died is not enough?”