Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling stood up and stretched, her graceful figure in front of him.

Fakong's expression was still, as calm as water.

Chu Ling snorted: "I'm leaving, I'm going to practice."

Fakong shook his head and smiled: "You..."

Chu Ling rolled his eyes at him and said: "What's wrong with me?"

"Why bother with these little thoughts." Fakong smiled: "You don't want me to help, so you let me hide in advance?"

"You don't want to help anyway." Chu Ling snorted: "Leng Feiqiong may not remember your favor."

Fakong smiled: "I'm not helping her."

"Father?" Chu Ling tilted her head and thought: "You want your father to suppress Leng Feiqiong?... So cunning!"

She then smiled: "But you made a mistake. Your father is obedient to Leng Feiqiong. How could he help you suppress her."

Fakong smiled: "The emperor is very righteous."

"... OK." Chu Ling couldn't refute.

You can't say that the emperor doesn't understand the righteousness, but no matter how righteous he is, a hero can't resist the temptation of beauty.

It's obvious that he favors the woman he likes or Fakong. No matter how righteous the emperor is, it's useless.

Fakong smiled.

He was sure that the emperor would suppress Leng Feiqiong. He didn't want the Great Snow Mountain Sect and the Tianhai Sword Sect to quarrel. He gave the reason, and the emperor would not use it.

With the grace of saving his life, Leng Feiqiong had nothing to say, and the Tianhai Sword Sect had nothing to say. After saving your former leader, do you still want to pester him endlessly?

Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared: "Abbot, someone is coming to the palace again."

Fakong said: "Please come."

Chu Ling pouted: "Another person came to ask for help. Father is really enthusiastic!"

Fakong smiled and stretched out his hand.

Chu Ling snorted and floated to the Pagoda Garden.

There were two purple lacquer coffins in the front yard of the Leng Mansion. The purple lacquer shone brightly in the bright sunshine. Two people were lying in the coffins.

The white cloth curtain was hung high, fluttering in the wind.

A dozen people stood in the front yard, their faces gloomy and silent.

Leng Feiqiong, wearing a plain white silk shirt, was squatting beside a coffin, arranging the burial clothes for the middle-aged man lying in the coffin. Her beautiful face was covered with frost.

"Miss, Master Fakong is here." A maid came in lightly.

Leng Feiqiong said lightly: "Master, please come in."

"Yes."

After a while, Fakong came out from the screen wall and came to the front yard. His purple and gold robes shone with purple and gold light in the sun.

Fakong clasped his hands and bowed.

Leng Feiqiong stood up and looked at Fakong, his eyes clear: "Master Fakong, I heard that your Great Light Mantra has the ability to transcend."

Fakong nodded.

Leng Feiqiong said, "They were killed, I'm afraid they can't rest in peace, please help them."

Fakong nodded.

He didn't say much, he made a seal with his left hand, raised his right palm, and a white light shone on the two coffins, covering the two people in the two coffins in the white light.

Everyone's eyes condensed slightly.

This was a real light, a real and visible white light, as if it was a little stronger than the sun.

Under the white light, a ball of light slowly emerged from the two people's heads, twisting at a height of one meter, and finally turned into two little people.

The appearance of the little people was the same as the corpse lying below.

They calmly bowed to Fakong, then turned into two white lights that shot up into the sky and shot into the blue sky.

At first glance, it seemed as if two pillars of light penetrated the sky and the earth.

Fakong bowed to them.

The memory beads of the two people were already suspended in the void of their minds, and they had gained a few merits, which was better than nothing.

He directly absorbed the memories of the two.

One was Song Yingxiong from the Wuliang Sword lineage, and the other was Fang Jinrui from the Lingxi Sword lineage, both of whom were grandmasters.

Through the memories of the two, he saw how powerful this swordsman was.

A light sword fell like thunder, incredibly fast, and the sword blocked it horizontally, but only blocked the shadow of the sword.

Then everything in front of him began to turn over, and darkness surged up and swallowed him in an instant. He knew nothing and fell into eternal darkness.

Fakong's eyes flashed.

This sword broke through the ability of the eyes to capture, it was incredibly fast, and more importantly, it had the power to deceive the five senses.

Fakong was thoughtful.

The key to this sword is the sword intent.

The sword intent is pure, as powerful as thunder, and it has the power to deceive the five senses.

Such a sword method, if you want to resist it, there is no other way, only a higher realm.

People with a lower realm will never be lucky.

It is actually lucky that only two grandmasters died this time. If they had no scruples, they might have killed everyone in this mansion.

Leng Feiqiong put her hands together and bowed: "Thank you, Master."

Fakong shook his head: "It's just a small favor. This matter is over. I'll take my leave first."

He turned around and was about to leave.

Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, wait a minute."

Fakong looked at her.

Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, have a cup of tea before you leave."

Fakong looked at her.

Leng Feiqiong looked calm and nothing could be seen.

"...Then I'm sorry to bother you." Fakong agreed.

The two turned and entered the front hall.

The front hall was decorated in a simple and elegant manner. The floor was moon-white and spotless. There were few tables and chairs. There was a landscape painting on each of the three walls, which was magnificent.

Fakong sat in a high-backed armchair, and Leng Feiqiong sat in the main seat.

A large character was hung on the north wall behind her, with the two characters "Gao Yuan" written on it.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Although these two big characters were not signed, Fakong could tell at a glance that they were written by Emperor Chu Xiong. They were vigorous and timeless, firm yet gentle, and full of spirit.

Two maids came in separately, served tea lightly, and then left. There were only two people in the hall, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Leng Feiqiong took a sip of tea, slowly put down the teacup, and looked up at Fakong: "You should have heard about it, right?"

"What did you hear?"

"About that swordsman."

Fakong shook his head.

Leng Feiqiong frowned and looked at him: "You didn't know that a swordsman broke into my house last night?"

Fakong said: "Master Leng, I'm not that well-informed."

Leng Feiqiong laughed.

Fakong smiled and said, "If we talk about magical powers, Master Leng has a rare treasure that blocks my clairvoyance, so I can't see Master Leng's future, nor can I see the situation here."

"It seems that you don't take Tianhai Sword Sect seriously." Leng Feiqiong shook her head: "No longer consider it a threat."

Fakong smiled: "Now Tianhai Sword Sect has no time to deal with me, right? Besides, I saved Master Leng's life, you Tianhai Sword Sect can't repay kindness with enmity, right? So I'm too lazy to waste my energy."

"If we deal with you, our Tianhai Sword Sect will repay kindness with enmity."

"That's right."

"...What do you think of this matter?" Leng Feiqiong said: "Maybe you can help find the swordsman?"

Fakong shook his head: "There are the Green Clothes Division and the Southern Supervisory Division, so I don't need to interfere. I believe the emperor is already furious and must have asked them to start investigating."

"They..." Leng Feiqiong curled her lips slightly, revealing a hint of sneer.

Fakong knew that she had no confidence in the Green Clothes Division and the Southern Supervisory Division, but he didn't mean to help.

It is unwise to provoke the Star-Breaking Sword Sect for no reason.

Fakong said, "It's not difficult for the emperor."

He drank the teacup and put down the porcelain cup: "Then I'll take my leave."

Leng Feiqiong said, "Master, you also want to stop me from entering the palace, right?"

Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Why does Sect Leader Leng say that?"

"From the perspective of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, we really don't want me to enter the palace, lest the Tianhai Sword Sect rises and suppresses your two sects."

Fakong looked at her calmly.

Leng Feiqiong said in a deep voice, "But you should know that the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect are the most opposed to my entering the palace, and they are almost unanimously opposed."

Fakong nodded.

He could imagine what the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect thought.

They would not think that Leng Feiqiong's entry into the palace was the result of mutual affection and vows, but that the Tianhai Sword Sect compromised with the court, and Leng Feiqiong sacrificed himself to prove the loyalty of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

Leng Feiqiong said: "They will stop only if I give up the position of the head. If I don't give up the position of the head, they will never agree."

"However, their opposition can't stop you, headmaster Leng." Fakong said: "Tianhai Sword Sect has grown stronger, headmaster Leng, you are satisfied, and the rest is left to the next headmaster, right?"

"That's right." Leng Feiqiong said: "I have done what I can do, and the rest is the turn of the next headmaster."

Fakong said: "Headmaster Leng, you want to tell me that you can't get help from Tianhai Sword Sect, and they won't help you clear the obstacles to enter the palace?"

Leng Feiqiong nodded slowly: "So I can only ask Fakong for help."

Fakong smiled.

Leng Feiqiong said: "I already owe you for saving my life, so I will owe you another one."

Fakong said slowly: "If it were me, would I help, Master Leng?"

Leng Feiqiong said: "I would help, not to mention that this swordsman is so arrogant and treats Shenjing as nothing, and needs to be dealt with, just talking about giving and getting, it is worth a gamble."

Fakong smiled and said: "Master Leng, even if you enter the harem and become a concubine, it will be of no use to me. The Broken Star Sword Sect is not easy to mess with."

Leng Feiqiong said lightly: "How do you know there is no help? At least no one will say bad things about you in front of the emperor."

Fakong laughed and said: "Master Leng has good means."

She was threatening.

Leng Feiqiong said: "I will repay you for saving my life. I will suppress the Tianhai Sword Sect and eliminate the resentment between you and the Tianhai Sword Sect."

Fakong smiled and said: "This swordsman is not an ordinary swordsman. He should be one of the top masters of the Broken Star Sword Sect. Even if he knows, he may not be able to keep him, unless the emperor does it himself, but the emperor..."

He shook his head as he spoke.

The emperor must not take action easily, even if Leng Feiqiong was assassinated.

"Can you find where he is?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded.

"...As long as I find him, I will take action myself to avenge Old Song and Old Fang." Leng Feiqiong said slowly.

Her eyes flashed and sparkled.

Fakong said: "If the emperor knows, I am afraid..."

"Before the emperor knows, I will kill this person." Leng Feiqiong said in a deep voice: "As for you, if you don't say it and I don't say it, how can the emperor know it."

"...Well." Fakong nodded and waved his hand.

He also wanted to see Leng Feiqiong's ability. As for the emperor, even if he helped, the emperor would have nothing to say.

A line of water flew out of Leng Feiqiong's teacup.

Fakong flicked his sleeves.

The water line suddenly broke into a mist, floating on the ground, and a map appeared on the ground.

Leng Feiqiong narrowed her beautiful eyes.

This exquisite method of using strength could not be done by herself. His cultivation was much stronger than hers. He was really a monster!

Fakong flicked his fingers, and a piece of tea fell to the ground: "He is here."