Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He then frowned again.

"Hey, monk," Lin Feiyang squinted his eyes and smiled, "Are you soft-hearted? Don't want to trouble her? Well, Young Master Yang is indeed a rare beauty, and monks are also men. It's hard for heroes to resist beauty. It's not shameful to be soft-hearted!"

Fakong glanced at him and signaled him to shut up.

Lin Feiyang's weird look was quite annoying.

Faning whispered, "Brother, is there anything wrong?"

"... This trick is useless." Fakong shook his head.

He replayed the previous scene in his mind, just like a high-definition movie slowed down, replaying it bit by bit, carefully observing the details.

Yang Ying's starry eyes were burning, as if she had murderous intent, afraid that she would tell others.

But the corners of her mouth moved slightly.

The corners of her delicate and white mouth were slightly wrinkled, like a flying insect occasionally touching the surface of a calm lake.

This small wrinkle was so slight that it was almost imperceptible, but her observation and memory abilities were beyond the imagination of the world.

Even if he had this ability, if he hadn't observed it repeatedly, he really wouldn't have noticed this slight movement, and thus would have been fooled by her.

Fakong was thoughtful.

She wasn't afraid of spreading the word at all.

If it spread, it would certainly be feared, and all martial arts masters would have to be cautious in front of her, lest she see through their mind and learn from them secretly.

She was too hated.

But there was an exception, the Demon Sect.

If they were disciples of the Demon Sect's Six Paths, would they still be afraid of her Heavenly Demon Wonderful Pupil?

The disciples of the Demon Sect's Six Paths practiced the Heavenly Demon Secret Book, which were all well-known miraculous skills. Would they still be afraid of the Heavenly Demon Wonderful Pupil seeing clearly?

I'm afraid that too many disciples of the Demon Sect were practicing the Heavenly Demon Wonderful Pupil, and were tortured to death by the difficulty of practicing the Heavenly Demon Wonderful Pupil.

If they knew that Yang Ying had practiced the Heavenly Demon Wonderful Pupil, they would definitely be very excited, and their envy would increase their hopes.

Of course, they would inevitably admire Yang Ying, who had practiced the Heavenly Demon Wonderful Pupil, and greatly enhance her prestige.

As far as Fakong knows, no one in the Six Paths of the Demon Sect has mastered the Heavenly Demon Pupil. Yang Ying is the first one.

Fakong stood up and paced with his hands behind his back.

He walked from the east end of Yingxin Pavilion to the west end, and then walked back from the west end to the east end. He drank a cup of tea and continued to pace with his hands behind his back.

Faning's small eyes kept staring at him and moved with his body.

Lin Feiyang said helplessly: "It's just a rumor. It's too easy to spread it. Why rack your brains?"

Fakong glanced at him.

Lin Feiyang said: "Monk, I will go to Shenjing and easily spread this news throughout Shenjing, and then spread it. Soon, the whole martial arts world will know it in a year!"

"Good skills." Fakong snorted.

Lin Feiyang showed a smug smile: "My ability to spread news is absolutely unmatched, hehe..."

Faning asked curiously: "Brother Lin, how can it be spread so quickly?"

"Want to know?" Lin Feiyang laughed.

Faning nodded.

Lin Feiyang waved his hand, signaling him to come closer.

Faning hesitated and came closer.

Lin Feiyang said: "There is only one trick, strange!"

"Strange?"

"I write a note and put it in the forbidden palace. Will it attract attention? Then put it in the small girl's room in Miaochun Tower, hehe..." Lin Feiyang showed a strange smile, and said complacently: "Then take off a notorious guy and hang him on the city gate tower for a night, with this message on his back."

Faning was stunned.

Fakong shook his head: "Lin Feiyang, shut up."

"Monk, is my method good?"

"If you really want to do this, Young Master Yang will be happy." Fakong shook his head and said: "It's just what she wants."

"Can't it?" Lin Feiyang was puzzled and tilted his head to look at Faning.

Faning also looked confused.

Fakong waved his hand: "Anyway, this matter ends here, don't pay attention to it, but there is one thing I have to say."

He felt vaguely that Yang Ying had great ambitions.

"What's the matter?"

"About your Yuying Sutra." Fakong's face was serious: "How did Young Master Yang know you?"

Lin Feiyang scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"You didn't show up in front of her, did you?"

"No." Lin Feiyang shook his head hurriedly: "Absolutely not!"

"What about Senior Tang?"

"No!" Lin Feiyang hesitated: "...right?"

Fakong snorted.

Lin Feiyang scratched his head, frowned and thought hard: "There is a lustful old guy who is entangled with Senior Tang. This guy has a bad character and is lustful, but his swordsmanship is really amazing!"

He waved his arms, his palms clenched as if he was holding a sword and waving: "The sword flashed and came to me in a flash, so fast that I couldn't react."

Fa Ning asked hurriedly: "Then what?"

"Then, Senior Tang was hit by the sword, and I didn't react. Fortunately, the old pervert didn't want to kill her, and stabbed her in the shoulder with a sword."

"And then what?" Faning asked again.

"Of course I didn't want to, I hit him with a palm." Lin Feiyang snorted: "Knocked the guy unconscious with a palm."

Fakong shook his head: "What happened to your injury?"

"I didn't expect that the old guy would use a sword before he fainted. It was too fast and I couldn't avoid it."

Fakong snorted: "His sword is fast, but the key is that you were careless. You think he is not a threat?"

Lin Feiyang scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not unfair to be hit by this sword. Learn a lesson." Fakong shook his head: "It seems that you have revealed your true form."

Lin Feiyang nodded.

Fakong pondered.

Lin Feiyang looked at him eagerly.

"It seems that Young Master Yang may not have seen through your Shadow Cultivation Scripture." Fakong said slowly: "Let's test it out."

"How to test?" Lin Feiyang asked: "Do you mean that I pretend to surrender? That won't work, I can't do it."

I have always been honest and disdain for fraud.

Faning nodded quickly.

He also felt that Lin Feiyang could not do anything fake.

People will see it immediately.

Especially since Young Master Yang is so smart, he can spot Lin Feiyang's flaws at once.

"It's really difficult for you to make a lie." Fakong nodded.

Lin Feiyang nodded vigorously.

I thought Fa Kong recognized his character.

Fakong said: "That's it, you send a letter over there."

"It's a piece of cake." Lin Feiyang smiled proudly.

He even felt that it was overkill.

Fakong gestured with his lips.

Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash, quickly brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and ground the ink.

Fa Kong picked up his pen and pondered.

After a while, the writing was done in one go.

He picked it up, blew it, and handed it to Lin Feiyang: "Seal it and send it over. She shouldn't have gone too far."

Lin Feiyang glanced at it curiously: "Want to re-bless that string of Buddhist beads? I'm afraid Senior Tang won't want to. She takes them out and rubs them every day, treating them as her darling."

Fakong waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips and had no choice but to put it in the envelope and flutter away.

Can Tiandao descended from King Kong Peak and rested on the spot.

In front of a forest.

Li Zhu ran back and forth, lighting firewood and cooking. He piled up two piles of firewood and placed two huge iron pots on the shelves. The diameter of the pots was as high as a person's height.

He directed the two Cantian Dao masters to light the fire, and the eight Cantian Dao masters processed the game. He himself was very busy cooking and frying.

One large pot is boiling game and wild vegetables, the other is filled with rice, the flames are rising and the white gas is gurgling.

Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan were sitting on two rocks not far away.

The masters of Cantian Dao sat together in twos and threes, forming a faint circle, surrounding Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan for several layers.

They were either laughing and joking, laughing loudly from time to time, some were eating and drinking, and some were shouting and quarreling.

Yang Ying was holding a book and flipping through it quietly. She was incompatible with the hustle and bustle around her. Although they were together, they seemed to be in two different worlds.

Tang Yueyan lowered her head and stroked the string of Buddhist beads, her bright eyes flickering as she fell into memories, showing sweet expressions from time to time.

Yang Ying glanced at her occasionally, shook her head secretly, and continued reading with her head down.

Zhou Tianhuai carefully observed all the masters of Cantian Dao.

If the injury was serious, he would use his movement skills to help the other person's injury, and then curse a few words.

For the dead one, he slowly arranged the appearance of the corpse and patted the corpse's shoulders approvingly, as if he were facing a living person.

"The food is here!"

Li Zhu shouted happily and led the people to bring two huge iron pots to Yang Ying's side.

Everyone stopped immediately and looked over.

Li Zhu opened the lid of the pot.

In the steaming heat, the aroma surged out, stimulating the Cantian Dao masters' saliva to quickly fill their mouths.

"Get the bowl! Get the bowl!"

"Get in line! Get in line!"

Li Zhu shouted and waved a big iron spoon, and soon the Cantian Dao masters formed a long snake and circled four times.

A spoonful of rice, a spoonful of game with soup and meat on the rice, the aroma is fragrant, and the smell will whet your appetite.

After everyone had finished lining up and started eating, Li Zhu served two bowls of rice to Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan respectively.

Yang Ying put down the book and took the bowl and chopsticks.

Eating the same meal and using the same bowl, everyone in Cantian Dao devoured it like a gust of wind. She moves gracefully and eats calmly.

She was the last to eat but the first to finish because she ate very little.

Every time Li Zhu watched her eat, he would wonder where her powerful strength came from, yet she ate so little food.

She suddenly raised her head and looked somewhere.

Lin Feiyang appeared under a tree three feet away, cupped his fists and saluted: "I have met Young Master Yang."

Yang Ying took out the snow-white silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of her snow-white mouth and cherry-red lips: "Master Lin, have you figured it out?"

"Hehe..." Lin Feiyang said sheepishly, "I'm here to deliver the letter for the monk."

"He has a letter for me?"

"yes."

Lin Feiyang flashed and appeared next to Yang Ying, causing her starry eyes to glance at him again.

Lin Feiyang submitted the letter.

After Yang Ying read it, she hesitated and handed it to Tang Yueyan who was putting down the bowls and chopsticks.

Tang Yueyan wiped the corners of her mouth, put on her veil again, took the letter, read it, and frowned at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang said carelessly: "Don't worry, the monk will never give up the beads!"

"...Okay." Tang Yueyan carefully took the beads from Hao's wrist and handed them out.

When Lin Feiyang reached out to take it, she hesitated again and refused to let go.

"Aunt Yan." Yang Ying said softly: "Although Monk Fakong is stingy and vicious, this matter should not be a joke."

"...When can I come back?" Tang Yueyan asked Lin Feiyang worriedly.

Lin Feiyang thought for a while: "It will be done in a while."

Tang Yueyan slowly let go of his hand.

Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief and almost couldn't help but snatch it away. It's so troublesome, woman!

He disappeared without waiting for Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan to speak again.