Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

They were already used to the ability to combine the Sumeru and the mustard seed. When they heard him say it was useful, they smiled.

"Master, don't you want to meet Master Ci'en?" Xu Qingluo asked.

Fakong shook his head.

Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "Master, I have caused trouble."

Fakong nodded, then shook his head: "Too messy."

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Master can solve it? It seems that it is not a big deal for them to break their mind. They can still practice the Great Sun Demon Subduing Skill."

She knew that Fakong had been paying attention to her, so she was full of confidence and was sure that Fakong would naturally take action when it was most dangerous.

"You broke people's minds when you didn't know they still had the Great Sun Demon Subduing Skill." Fakong looked at her indifferently: "It's too dangerous!"

"Yes." Xu Qingluo bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

Fakong said: "Don't just think about yourself and me, but also think about others."

He certainly understood Xu Qingluo's thoughts.

But he did not encourage such behavior. In the eyes of outsiders, it was too selfish and cruel.

It is not a good thing for one's own disciples to give people such an impression. It is better to be open and aboveboard and give people a sense of reliability.

Only in this way can people gather and unite people.

Fakong looked at Xu Qingluo's well-behaved appearance and said earnestly: "Do you really understand? Harming others will not benefit yourself."

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes flashed, thinking.

Fakong said: "Harming others to benefit yourself often gets short-term benefits, but we are different. We have a long life, so we must look far ahead."

"... Yes, Master, I understand." Xu Qingluo nodded gently.

Fakong's eyes moved away from her, turned to Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang, and finally fell on Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang was startled and hurriedly said: "Master..."

"Remember to save your strength." Fakong said in a gentle voice: "Also pay attention to observation. When you take action, save three points of strength first. You can't go all out right away. This is easy to achieve success, but it is easier to be led by the nose by others, or even fall into a trap."

Zhou Yang was thoughtful, but he didn't think so.

This is not in line with his temperament.

If you don't move, then you'll be fine. Move like thunder and strike with all your strength.

Fakong said: "You can only live if you keep your strength. If you try your best, you will definitely concentrate all your energy and spirit, and you will not be able to care about other things."

Zhou Yang nodded.

He really concentrated his energy and spirit in one move, just like risking everything, so that the power can reach the strongest.

Fakong said: "When you start, use eight points of your energy on martial arts, and keep two points of your energy to observe and analyze the opponent and find the opponent's weaknesses. Not all opponents can be defeated in a few moves, especially when you encounter stronger ones."

Zhou Yang was thoughtful.

Fakong said: "You have never thought about it. Your cultivation is obviously not inferior to theirs, why do you always suffer losses?"

Zhou Yang suddenly realized.

Fakong said: "Pay attention to their moves and find their flaws. You can't win by martial arts alone, but by wisdom."

He didn't point out Zhou Yang's shortcomings before, so he always suffered losses and was hit.

From using only hands and feet to using the brain, this habit change needs an opportunity, and now is the opportunity.

As soon as he proposed it, Zhou Yang suddenly had an epiphany, and his concept changed completely.

Of course, it is not enough to just change the concept, and practice is needed. Only by continuous practice can it be completely changed.

Fakong knew that this would be a long process and it would not be achieved overnight.

Fakong's eyes fell on Chu Ling.

Chu Ling hurriedly said: "What's wrong with me?"

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

"Is there nothing to say?" Chu Ling originally thought that Fakong would also scold her, but he didn't say anything, instead making her feel empty, as if she had become an outsider.

Fakong smiled and said: "You did the best, keeping a low profile and going with the flow, which is the best."

Chu Ling smiled brightly, like a blooming flower.

Fakong's eyes fell on Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu smiled and said, "Brother, am I wrong?"

"Don't let people see that you are smart." Fakong said, "Use voice transmission to communicate with Qingluo and the others."

"Yes." Zhou Yu was thoughtful.

Fakong knew that she was smart, so there was no need to say more. As long as he gave her a hint, she would immediately understand the whole story and the key points.

Fakong looked at Xu Qingluo again: "Don't act recklessly, don't let your temper take its course. You can be free in your own yard, but you must follow the rules when you go outside."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo pursed her red lips, very reluctantly.

His disciple had practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra, and being too smart was not a good thing. He still had to suppress it to avoid making any mistakes.

Fakong nodded: "Okay, you guys continue on your way."

"Master, will they continue to chase us?" Xu Qingluo immediately said: "Will they chase us to the Great Snow Mountain?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded.

Xu Qingluo said: "Should we use the Great Snow Mountain to deal with them, or should we do it ourselves?"

She has now seen through the true and false of the Mishen Sect, and most of the power of her cultivation lies in her mental power.

And the four of them all carried Fakong's jade talisman, which was not affected by mental power, so the people from the Mishen Sect came to them to seek death.

The most advantageous point could not be brought into play, and they suddenly became mediocre, no different from the general grandmasters of small sects.

The gap between grandmasters is no different from that between grandmasters and masters of the Divine Origin Realm. Xu Qingluo and others dealing with ordinary grandmasters is no different from dealing with masters of the Divine Origin Realm.

Fakong said: "Let the disciples of the Vajra Temple also exercise, and be careful not to make mistakes."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo was immediately excited.

It is really boring to kill them by yourself. No matter how many people they have, they are vulnerable. It is interesting to attract others to kill them.

Fakong said: "Don't be careless. There may be top masters mixed in."

"Master, don't worry. We have Uncle Zhou." Xu Qingluo said with a smile.

Zhou Yu can see through people's hearts. If there are top masters, even if he can't see through them, he will be alert and won't fall into the trap.

Fakong nodded and said no more: "Let's go."

He disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in his own courtyard of the Vajra Temple, and items appeared on the table.

Elixirs, secret books, books, weapons, or even armor, all kinds of things, dazzling.

Fakong picked up a bottle of elixir, his eyes became deep, and the eyes seemed to sink deep into the inside layer by layer, leading to the infinite distance.

After a moment, the elixir disappeared in his sleeve. He picked up another bottle of elixir, which disappeared again after a moment. He then picked up a secret book, but did not flip through it. He looked at it for a moment and then disappeared. He then picked up another book.

He picked up one item after another, looked at it for a moment and then disappeared. Finally, the table became empty.

An hour had passed.

Fakong's eyes returned to normal, but his eyes were much darker.

He felt tired after using the fate-seeking skill for so long in one breath. If he was not in the Little Western Paradise, he would not be able to use the fate-seeking skill for so long.

His eyes were dim, but his expression was faintly excited.

He now had a high level of cultivation and his mind was like the sea. To make his mind waver, it would take more than a little bit of power.

He was excited because he had seen the whole picture of the entire Mi Shen Sect through these items.

Now, he was confident in dealing with the Mi Shen Sect.

He finally knew why the Mi Shen Sect wanted to kill him.

His eyes passed through layers of obstacles, through thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed on Yunjing, the capital of Dayun, and then searched in Yunjing.

Yunjing's architecture is grand and rough, different from the divine capital Yongjing, horizontal and vertical, neat and uniform.

Each area is clearly divided, with civilians' houses in the south, princes and nobles in the north, ordinary nobles in the northwest, and princes and princes in the northeast.

His eyes quickly fell on a palace in the northeast area, with three big characters "Lun Wangfu" written on the plaque of the palace.

A bright moon shines on Yunjing.

Lun Wangfu is bustling, it's dinner time.

The study room of the palace is magnificent.

Eight ox candles are blazing, just like daylight.

Under the light, the thick and soft moon-white carpet makes the room silent, and the red sandalwood book eucalyptus flickers with a quiet light.

The bookshelf rushes to the roof, filled with densely packed books, and the fragrance of books fills the spacious study room.

The heavy and dignified texture of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the bookcase hits you in the face.

Prince Hu Houming of Lun is pacing in front of the rosewood pavilion, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost.

Across from him stands a handsome middle-aged man, with a calm and indifferent look, not feeling Hu Houming's anxiety at all.

Hu Houming suddenly stops, looks at him coldly, shakes his head and continues to pace with his hands behind his back, his face as cold as ice.

Fakong's eyes fell on the study, passing by Prince Hu Houming of Lun, and fell on the handsome middle-aged man.

He suddenly looked up.

Fakong was startled, the timing of this person looking up was too coincidental, just when his eyes fell on him.

I can be sure that sitting in the Little Western Paradise, the other party can't be discovered by the divine eye.

The handsome middle-aged man frowned: "What else does the prince want to say?"

"Order? Hey!" Hu Houming stopped suddenly, stared at him, and sneered: "How dare I!"

The handsome middle-aged man was a little impatient: "If the prince has something to say, just say it, why do this?"

"Hey, do my words work?" Hu Houming's voice suddenly rose, and then it was suppressed, and he said coldly: "I said don't touch him, did you listen? Now you can't do anything to him if you touch him!"

"As long as you lure him here, it will be done." The handsome middle-aged man said calmly: "Why should the prince be anxious?"

"Do you think he is stupid?" Hu Houming sneered: "Do you know that he has real magical powers, even my father is very afraid of him, but you want to kill him!"

"It is precisely because the emperor is also afraid that he wants to kill him." The handsome middle-aged man said: "If you can kill him, how will the emperor look at the prince?"

"..." Hu Houming snorted coldly and said nothing.

The handsome middle-aged man said, "If this man is not removed, Dayun will never have peace. Think about Yuxia Pass. Now there is only Yuxia Pass. If he is not removed, who knows how many Yuxia Passes there will be! ... Prince, will our Dayun be suppressed by him forever? Are you willing?"

"...But my father has already recruited him." Hu Houming said slowly: "If nothing unexpected happens, he will no longer be our enemy and has taken over the temple."

"This is better. Even if we fail to kill him in the end, it will not involve you, Prince."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes." The handsome middle-aged man said calmly: "As long as he appears at the headquarters of the Mishen Sect, he will definitely die!"

Hu Houming's expression did not ease, and he was still anxious: "But he just didn't come. It's obvious that he has sensed something and is avoiding danger and seeking good fortune."