Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong slowly retracted his gaze.

This statue was a big problem, and now Chuxiong took over this problem, which was the best.

He would never hide it in the Wheel of Time Tower.

If he put it in other places, it would not be safe. It might be taken advantage of by the statue or stolen by someone.

He could not stare at it all day long to prevent it from being stolen. The security of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was not so strict.

And if he put it with Chuxiong, it would be almost foolproof in the secret vault of the forbidden palace.

After solving this big problem, he could sleep peacefully.

Next was the Tianhai Sword Sect.

When he thought of the Tianhai Sword Sect, he could not help but think of the situation two days ago, and when he rushed to Li Ying's yard, Li Ying had already killed two Tianhai Sword Sect masters.

Li Ying also paid a great price to kill these two people. She was stabbed in the left chest with a sword, and almost both sides were injured.

However, she had her own Buddhist beads. Under the rejuvenation spell, she recovered very quickly, and had recovered most of it yesterday.

At this rate of recovery, he will be fully recovered tomorrow.

He obtained the memories and sword techniques of two Tianhai Sword Sect masters by transcending their souls.

It was indeed a miraculous sword technique, which won purely by its exquisiteness, which made Fakong have to admire the wisdom of the person who created this sword technique.

Using the Haoyang Divine Sword to perform this sword technique, Fakong speculated that there were very few people in the world who could take it.

This made him more and more wary of Chu Xiong.

The sword techniques of the Tianhai Sword Sect were exquisite, but how could we know that the Daqian Royal Family did not have such exquisite sword techniques.

He knew from the memory of King Qi that the Dayun Royal Family had extraordinary skills and secrets that outsiders could not know.

And more importantly, there were some secret techniques that could only be practiced by the real prince or emperor.

Chu Xiong's cultivation was so great, firstly because of his amazing aptitude, and secondly because of the profound royal mind method. It should be natural to have profound martial arts mind methods and profound martial arts skills.

Although he had never fought with Chu Xiong, he might not be his opponent if they really fought, so he still had to improve his cultivation.

Even if he did not have profound martial arts, he could still crush him in terms of realm.

The next day, after breakfast, he walked around Tianjing, and then returned directly to Lingkong Temple with a divine foot.

In Lingkong Temple, Leng Feiqiong was outside his own abode, watching a beautiful woman weeding.

The spiritual energy in Lingkong Temple was extraordinary and full of vitality. The flowers, plants and trees were lush, especially the grass in the fields, which grew amazingly.

In a few days, it was knee-deep.

A beautiful woman in a red shirt was bending over with a hoe to weed, and she stood up from time to time to wipe the sweat, and her beautiful face showed a bitter look.

It can be seen that she was very reluctant to do this kind of job, but Leng Feiqiong was watching her from the side, so she had to do it reluctantly.

She weeded for a while, pounded her waist helplessly, stood up, and said with a bitter face: "Master, are you going to weed everything? Why not weed these first and continue weeding tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow and tomorrow." Leng Feiqiong said: "It will grow taller tomorrow, and there will be work tomorrow."

"Alas..." The beautiful woman sighed: "I came to see you, Master, not to weed."

"Regret it?" Leng Feiqiong snorted: "It's not too late to regret now, just go back."

"Master!" The beautiful woman said dissatisfiedly: "I'm here, how can I leave again!"

"Then stop talking nonsense and work quickly!" Leng Feiqiong said.

The beautiful woman sighed, with a bitter face, and weeded slowly with a look of despair on her face.

"Anyway, these jobs are yours." Leng Feiqiong said, "If you can't finish them today, you can continue tomorrow. When you finish, you can rest."

"...Okay." The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and sped up her movements. The hoe flashed with a cold light, and the weeds fell down wherever she passed.

Leng Feiqiong looked at her indifferently.

This Zhu Lanxin is a lazy bone. It is her habit to be sneaky and sly. She needs to be suppressed.

After a while, Zhu Lanxin had reached the end and removed all the weeds in the field.

She stood at the end of the field and took a long breath, then stretched her waist and showed off her amazing body curves.

She turned her head and smiled complacently: "Master, can I rest now?"

"Let's make tea." Leng Feiqiong said.

"Yes." Zhu Lanxin put down the hoe, walked out of the field and came to the stone table, and began to boil and brew tea.

After Leng Feiqiong came and sat down, Zhu Lanxin said, "Master, why haven't you seen the divine monk yet?"

"No hurry."

"Master, are you really worshipping him as your master?" Zhu Lanxin lowered her voice, looked around, and whispered, "Is it a fake worship? Are you deliberately getting close to him and using him?"

Leng Feiqiong glanced at her.

Zhu Lanxin smiled with admiration, "Master, you are smart!"

Leng Feiqiong said lightly, "It's true."

"Really?" Zhu Lanxin said in astonishment, "Really worship him as your master? How old is he, and..."

"And what?" Leng Feiqiong said, "Do you think the master is too young?"

"Yes." Zhu Lanxin nodded hurriedly.

She actually wanted to say that Fakong was only a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, while the master was the master of the Tianhai Sword Sect, and their status was not equal.

Leng Feiqiong said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I am sincerely accepting you as my disciple. If you are rude, don't blame me for being cruel!"

"Yes, yes, Master, don't worry." Zhu Lanxin nodded hurriedly, "I will never be rude."

Leng Feiqiong snorted, "If it wasn't for Master's instructions, you would have lost your life this time. Who would have thought that you would be hunted down!"

Zhu Lanxin's face suddenly changed, biting her white teeth: "These guys are really chilling, killing each other!"

Leng Feiqiong glanced at her and shook his head.

Zhu Lanxin said: "Master, they have really changed now, they are completely unrecognizable, I don't recognize them anymore, the whole sect has changed."

"What have they become?"

"Arrogant!" Zhu Lanxin shook her head and said: "It seems that we have really become the world's number one sect, looking down on the Great Snow Mountain, the Holy Church of Light, and the Dayun Martial Arts, not to mention the Dayong Martial Arts."

Leng Feiqiong frowned.

Zhu Lanxin curled her red lips with a disdainful expression: "You are not the world's number one yet, but you are acting like the world's number one. It's really funny!"

"So you came here?" Leng Feiqiong said.

Zhu Lanxin hurriedly said: "Master, I miss you and think it's best to stay by your side. Besides, you are alone in the palace without anyone to care about you. It's really... So I came!"

Leng Feiqiong shook his head and laughed.

She absolutely didn't believe it.

But Zhu Lanxin was indeed her confidant. She was lazy and slippery, but she could still be relied on at critical moments.

Zhu Lanxin said, "Master, why did I come to see the divine monk? I didn't really want to see the divine monk that much."

"Don't you want to thank me?" Leng Feiqiong said, "The master saved your life."

"If I have to thank you, it should be you, Master. The divine monk saved me for your sake. Without you, the divine monk would know who I am." Zhu Lanxin said.

Leng Feiqiong rolled her eyes at her, "You don't have to act cute in front of me."

"I'm telling the truth." Zhu Lanxin said dissatisfiedly, "Master, your words are too hurtful."

Leng Feiqiong snorted, "The master is coming."

Zhu Lanxin was refreshed and looked at the door with a smile, but she didn't see Fakong. She immediately realized that she was deceived by Leng Feiqiong.

Her smile faded, and she turned her head to complain about Leng Feiqiong, but Fakong had already stepped into the courtyard of the abode.

The purple-gold cassock fluttered, and he stood quietly.

Zhu Lanxin felt something was wrong, turned her head and looked over, smiling again.