Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong smiled and said, "You want to save him?"

"...Forget it." Song Yuanyuan thought for a while, and a look of emotion appeared on her beautiful face: "Let him go."

Dugu Xia Qing looked at her in confusion.

Song Yuanyuan said softly: "I think his life is safe."

Fa Kong nodded.

Zhao Qianjun's life can be saved, but his martial arts skills are hard to say.

Can a leader who has gone crazy and abandoned his martial arts skills sit still?

Looking through the celestial eye, he actually stabilized and did not lose his position as the leader because of his total loss of martial arts.

Zhao Qianjun still has some tricks up his sleeve.

But at the same time, half of the power was taken away by the elders. Even if the martial arts was restored, it could not be completely taken back.

This is the price.

Song Yuanyuan sighed: "As long as you don't die, that's a blessing. Anything else is up to you."

"He will lose most of his power."

"Power is really harmful to him." Song Yuanyuan frowned and said, "He has been changed beyond recognition."

In the past, Senior Brother Zhao was devoted to him wholeheartedly, but later he became like this because he became the leader.

If he had not become the leader, Senior Brother Zhao would still be the original Senior Brother Zhao.

Although the position of leader allowed him to reveal his true colors, Song Yuanyuan would rather not have this test. Zhao Qianjun is still an ordinary disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

Fa Kong smiled and nodded.

Power will indeed distort a person's mind and completely change a person. Human nature is complex and fragile.

A person with a kind nature can change into a sinister person under the power of power, and a person with a warm nature can become a mean person under the power.

In short, the stronger the power, the stronger the ability to reverse human nature. The suspicion of Chu Xiong and Hu Lieyuan is also caused by power.

They are all strong and resolute in nature, but they show suspicion, which is contrary to their nature, because of the throne.

Dugu Xia Qing said: "If the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect goes crazy, and outsiders find out, will they take the opportunity to cause chaos?"

"Yes." Song Yuanyuan nodded lightly: "So this news will not spread and will be sealed."

"Can it be sealed?" Dugu Xiaqing asked: "I'm afraid paper can't cover the fire. It can be leaked as long as someone visits, right?"

Those who can visit the Tianhai Sword Sect are probably not ordinary people. How could you not notice Zhao Qianjun's weakness after getting close to him?

Don't look down on the people of the world too much.

Song Yuanyuan smiled and said: "In terms of his ability to deceive, I still admire Senior Brother Zhao. He can hide it."

Dugu Xia Qing looked at Fa Kong.

Fakong nodded slowly.

The Tianhai Sword Sect has treasures that can cover up one's own aura, so there is no way to detect his weak aura.

With this treasure, no one noticed that Zhao Qianjun was possessed. After all, as the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect, he usually had no chance to take action.

If he needed to take action personally, it would be a big event, but no such big event happened to the Tianhai Sword Sect.

Dugu Xia Qing said: "This is quite impressive."

Being able to conceal one's obsession was extremely powerful in her opinion, and she wouldn't be able to conceal it.

Song Yuanyuan said softly: "Master, I have some doubts recently and would like to ask for advice."

Fakong smiled and said, "Tell me and listen."

Song Yuanyuan explained her doubts and insights about martial arts to Fakong. Fakong listened carefully without being perfunctory, and then expressed his understanding.

——

The two of them sat alone in the abbot's courtyard drinking tea.

There was silence all around, and the sound of chanting came slowly.

Dugu Xia Qing smiled and said: "You are still very good to Miss Song, and you actually give me sincere advice. She is a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect."

"She is extremely talented, it's a pity." Fakong said.

Song Yuanyuan is one of those buried geniuses.

Dugu Xia Qing said: "She is indeed very smart and perceptive, but her cultivation is not weak, right?"

Song Yuanyuan's current cultivation level is already quite good, so it is not a waste of talent.

Fakong shook his head: "She is extremely talented in Buddhism, but it's a pity...it's difficult to turn to Buddhism."

Dugu Xia Qing laughed: "Let her become a monk?"

"If she worshiped at Mingyue Temple or Daxue Mountain, her current achievements would be even higher." Fakong said, "But now it's impossible."

As a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect, how could he become a monk halfway through?

"That's good too." Dugu Xia Qing said with a smile, "Am I also suitable to become a nun?"

Sometimes she felt that it would be good to become a nun, as it would be leisurely and free from the worries and cumbersomeness of the world.

Fakong shook his head.

Dugu Xiaqing was surprised: "I'm not suitable?"

Fakong said: "You hate the secular world because you are lazy and afraid of trouble. You have not really experienced the secular world. The so-called seeing through it is just looking at it from a distance, not up close."

"Isn't this enough?" Dugu Xia Qing asked.

Fakong shook his head and said: "Miss Song saw through the world of mortals because of love. Since you have never experienced emotions and have not stepped into the mortal world, it will be difficult for your state of mind to conform to the Dharma and you cannot truly let go."

Dugu Xiaqing frowned and thought for a while: "Then what should I do?"

"It's good now." Fakong said: "It's half detachment and half participation, half worldly and half worldly. Being in the middle of the two, you can achieve a delicate balance, which is most in line with your true heart."

Dugu Xia Qing smiled.

——

After eating, Lin Feiyang was leaving to visit Zhu Ni, and Zhou Zixuan was busy wanting to join him.

Lin Feiyang looked at him, shook his head and said, "I don't dare to take you away."

Zhou Zixuan forced a smile and said, "Uncle Lin, senior sister won't say anything."

"She won't say it, but she will definitely retaliate later." Lin Feiyang said, "Now she will be angry with whoever is holding her back."

Xu Qingluo was pulling Zhou Zixuan to practice.

She didn't want to urge him, but seeing that Zhou Zixuan was not practicing hard, she was extremely angry. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she personally sparred with him to increase his experience.

She used various sword techniques, and at his level of cultivation, to fight with Zhou Zixuan one by one, quickly increasing Zhou Zixuan's experience.

Once Xu Qingluo started to fight, it was like a different person, murderous, fierce and merciless.

Although it was wood, it was still painful to pierce the body. Zhou Zixuan was bruised and swollen after each sparring, and it was miserable.

Lin Feiyang, Fu Qinghe and Faning all felt that it was too much, but they couldn't persuade Xu Qingluo, so they could only express sympathy to Zhou Zixuan.

But there was really no way to help him.

They all knew that Xu Qingluo was doing this for Zhou Zixuan's own good, to make him feel the misery of being weak in martial arts, so as to inspire his fighting spirit and will to resist, and to practice hard.

Seeing that Zhou Zixuan was not active in practicing martial arts, they actually felt that it was wrong.

"Uncle Lin..." Zhou Zixuan said: "Help me."

Lin Feiyang laughed: "Qingluo's attack is still moderate. If it were Miss Chu and the others, they would see that it was a real killing move."

Zhou Zixuan shuddered immediately.

If Senior Sister really did that, he could save his life, but he didn't know how many times he would have to taste the taste of death and rebirth.

"Junior brother!" Xu Qingluo's voice sounded in the distance.

Zhou Zixuan immediately smiled bitterly: "It's over."

Lin Feiyang laughed: "Go, go, don't let her wait anxiously, or you will be more ruthless."

"Ah——!" Zhou Zixuan helplessly lowered his shoulders, turned around and walked inside, and came to the abbot's courtyard.

Xu Qingluo was already holding a wooden sword, standing quietly in the middle of the courtyard, calmly looking at Zhou Zixuan who was slowly coming in.

Zhou Zixuan pulled the corner of his mouth: "Senior sister..."

"Come on." Xu Qingluo said lightly: "Continue to spar."

Zhou Zixuan didn't say much. It was useless to say anything. She could only fight. If she won, she would be in a good mood. If she lost, she would be scolded by her.

The two wooden swords collided immediately. When they had more than a hundred moves, Xu Qingluo suddenly stopped, floated back, and waved the wooden sword with bright eyes. The movements were soft and slow, like an old man dancing with a sword.

Zhou Zixuan didn't understand.

After more than a dozen moves, Xu Qingluo put away the sword and stood up, her bright eyes sparkling, and whispered: "Junior brother, my heart sword is done."