Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Neither of these two gangs is a good thing!" Li Ying said angrily, "You can still laugh!"

Fakong smiled and said, "Don't you think the world is so wonderful?"

"I don't think it's wonderful, I just think it's fate." Li Ying said.

"It's like an invisible hand is manipulating fate, manipulating us, making us become opponents in the end and fighting with swords."

Li Ying's eyes were bright, revealing an unyielding look.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Li Ying frowned: "Are we going to be forced to move forward by them? There is no way to break free from this fate?"

Fakong said, "Do you think there is any good idea? If we communicate, we will be colluding with the witch, and someone will want to destroy me."

Li Ying paced with her hands behind her back.

Fakong smiled and said, "What's more, you are not the master now, and you can't be the master of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect."

Li Ying frowned and nodded slowly.

This sentence hit the point.

Now I can only worry about it, but I can't do anything if I really want to do it.

I am not the Demon Lord, and I haven't been able to unify the Six Paths.

Moreover, it seems that the path to becoming a demon lord is not that simple. It is not achieved by having outstanding swordsmanship and dominating the entire demon sect.

Too many people are not convinced by me because I am a woman and because I am too young. Those in power are all grandfathers. How can they be willing to listen to the orders of a granddaughter like me?

Fakong said: "So, let it go. As the saying goes, man's plans are not as good as God's plans. Not all plans can be fulfilled."

Li Ying frowned and looked at him.

Fakong said: "Even if a fight really breaks out, what does it matter? You are not a demon lord, so don't think about the demon lord's business. I am not the leader of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, and I will not care about the Great Snow Mountain Sect's business. People live in the world and do what they should do. Don't worry about it."

Li Ying looked at him.

Fakong smiled at her.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and they refused to give in to each other. They entangled for a long time before slowly separating.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Li Ying has been a young master since she was young. She is a natural talent and is deeply supported by everyone. Her state of mind is completely different from mine.

Her pursuit is also different from mine.

Her ideas are destined to be different, and I can't convince her.

People with different ideologies cannot work together, and there is no point in talking more.

"It seems that you really want to watch the fun." Li Ying said softly: "I won't do anything."

Fakong nodded: "Things won't be as bad as you think, you have missed the emperor."

"The emperor..." Li Ying smiled faintly: "He hopes that all of us will fight to the death and weaken a little."

"This is a different time." Fakong shook his head: "I believe the emperor doesn't want to cause a big dispute now."

"... I hope so." Li Ying said.

Fakong said: "If the emperor doesn't intervene, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill the masters of Tianhai Sword Sect?"

Li Ying fell silent.

Fakong said: "If you really want to kill too many masters of Tianhai Sword Sect, there will be no turning back."

"As if I really have a choice."

"Of course you have a choice." Fakong said: "You can be crippled by me."

Li Ying snorted: "Are you really going to cripple me?"

"Even if I can't cripple you, I will seriously injure you, at least I can avoid the front line." Fakong said.

Li Ying thought about it, and finally shook her head slowly.

Fakong looked at her curiously.

Li Ying was puzzled by his gaze, and reached out to touch her crystal-like face.

Fakong said: "I want to see what a face full of greed looks like. Now I just want to be the Demon Lord."

Li Ying glared at him.

Fakong said: "Forget it, then I'll leave."

"You really don't care?"

"I'm not that free, I'm also very busy." Fakong waved his hand and disappeared in a flash.

Li Ying frowned and stared at the direction where he disappeared, and fell into deep thought.

The next morning, after eating, Fakong appeared in a small pavilion by the lake in Xinghuawu.

The pavilion was empty.

Fakong sat down at the wooden table in the pavilion and picked up a book on the table. It turned out to be a travelogue about Daqian.

Fakong became interested and read it carefully.

This travelogue of Daqian was recorded by a master of Dayun. He traveled to Daqian and defeated many swordsmen in Daqian.

He recorded the beautiful scenery and food in Daqian. When describing it in detail, he also recorded which swordsman he met, what characteristics this swordsman had, and what sword moves he had.

What he saw and heard was written in great detail, and his writing was concise and profound. Reading it was like being there, as if he was really traveling in Daqian.

Fakong nodded.

It turned out that he wanted to see the sword moves. The author of this travelogue was not an ordinary person, and his sword skills were extremely strong.

Fakong took a look at the cover, but there was no author. He didn't know the owner. Could it be a senior master of the Dugu family?

The more Fakong thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible.

Time passed slowly, and the sun slowly moved from the east.

A quarter of an hour later, Fakong put down the scroll. He had finished reading the book and felt that he had benefited a lot and broadened his horizons.

There were some places and some delicacies that he, as a Daqian person, didn't know.

A small black dot appeared in the distance.

A pleasure boat came slowly.

Two women stood side by side at the bow of the pleasure boat, with snow-white sleeves fluttering. They were Dugu Xiaqing and the charming Princess Zhaohua Hu Yunxuan.

Seeing someone in the pavilion, Hu Yunxuan looked at Dugu Xiaqing in surprise: "Xiaoqing, it's a man? And a monk?"

Dugu Xiaqing said: "Your Highness, do you recognize him?"

"Such a young monk..." Hu Yunxuan took a look and shook her head: "It looks ordinary."

Dugu Xiaqing smiled and said, "Master Fakong."

"Fakong?" Hu Yunxuan looked over in surprise.

Fakong stood up from the wooden table, came to the railing of the pavilion, clasped his hands together in a distant salute, and chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha!"

The Buddhist name slowly spread along the lake to them.

"Your Highness, have you heard of Master Fakong?"

"The great monk Fakong from Daqian." Hu Yunxuan's slender eyes flowed with a strange luster, and she chuckled, "How could I not have heard of him."

"Your Highness, do you want to meet him?" Dugu Xiaqing said, "If you don't want to meet him, we will turn the boat away and avoid him."

"Such a great monk, of course I want to meet him." Hu Yunxuan smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Xiaoqing, you actually know Master Fakong."

"Master Fakong's swordsmanship is also unique. We occasionally exchange swordsmanship." Dugu Xiaqing smiled.

"But he is from Daqian." Hu Yunxuan restrained her smile.

Dugu Xiaqing said: "Your Highness, do you suspect that he is a spy of Daqian? Can't we get along with people from Daqian?"

"It's better not to." Hu Yunxuan shook her head gently and said: "Xiaoqing, our relationship with Daqian is getting more and more tense now. It's very risky to get along with people from Daqian. It's better to avoid it."

"Your Highness, I am neither an official nor do I know any confidential information. Can I still get along with friends from Daqian?"

"It's better not to get along." Hu Yunxuan sighed: "It's okay if no one pursues it, but now is an extraordinary period. If someone takes the opportunity to cause trouble, it will be very troublesome."

"Do you think I should tell the master not to come again?" Dugu Xiaqing chuckled and said: "That's ridiculous."

"Are you afraid that your friendship will end?" Hu Yunxuan chuckled and said: "It seems that you value this Master Fakong very much."

"Of course." Dugu Xiaqing nodded without hesitation: "Master Fakong is proficient in Buddhist philosophy and superb swordsmanship. He is a good friend."

"He is still young." Hu Yunxuan smiled.

Dugu Xiaqing was immediately dissatisfied and reached out to pat Hu Yunxuan on the back: "Your Highness, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Hu Yunxuan smiled and dodged, and the two of them started a quarrel at the bow of the pleasure boat.

PS: Update completed.