Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong nodded slightly, pretending to know nothing.

Zhou Yang was not interested in this and sat by the window, looking at the people downstairs outside the window.

Xu Qingluo, on the other hand, stared at Li Ying with bright eyes and listened carefully.

Li Ying looked at Xu Qingluo and smiled at her: "Miss Qingluo, why do you think he wanted to assassinate the fourth son of Prince Yi?"

Of course she knew Xu Qingluo, Fa Kongshou's registered disciple.

"Hmm..." Xu Qingluo tilted her head and thought for a while, then said slowly: "Prince Yi's fourth son doesn't seem to care much and doesn't cause trouble, so it shouldn't be a personal grudge. The assassination of the Ziyang Pavilion master should be Dayong's idea. ...Why did Dayong want to kill such an insignificant prince? It should be to anger Prince Yi. Is it to let Prince Yi vent his anger on Kunshan Holy Cult?"

Her bright eyes gradually brightened, and she said softly: "I understand, Dayong wants to muddy the waters in our Dagan and make the two princes fight more fiercely. Prince Yi is in pain of losing his son, so of course he will attack more ruthlessly. Then, The other prince cannot show weakness, so...but the emperor is still here, how can we let them make a fuss? "

Li Ying looked at Xu Qingluo in surprise.

Xu Qingluo thoughtfully said: "Depending on their purpose, let's see what happens next. If something happens to Prince Ying's eldest son, once Prince Ying's eldest son is also assassinated, then..."

She shook her head gently: "I'm afraid the emperor can't suppress it either."

"What a poisonous trick!" Faning couldn't help but snort.

It turns out that King Yi and King Ying were fighting openly and secretly. The two factions fought fiercely in the court, refusing to give in to each other, and it became a mess.

Now if we anger each other and kill each other, I don't know how many people will be unlucky, and the court will be more chaotic, which will definitely affect the people, and even shake the foundation of Daqian.

Xu Qingluo smiled: "Uncle, this is just the most basic. If we are a little more ruthless and assassinate the two princes next, it would be best if we don't succeed. That would be a life-and-death struggle, and then we assassinate the emperor. Then the whole world will be in trouble." It’s really exciting!”

"It's impossible to assassinate the emperor." Faning shook his head.

He had already heard Fa Kong say it.

The emperor is truly the number one master of Da Qian, but because he is in the Forbidden Palace, few people in the martial arts know this fact.

"Uncle, nothing is impossible." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "If Dayong colludes with Kunshan Holy Cult, people from Kunshan Holy Cult will assassinate the emperor. Even if the assassination cannot be done, it will be enough if they can hurt the emperor. If no one in the court can control the two princes, it will be enough to cause chaos. "

"Miss Qingluo, how old are you this year?" Li Ying looked at Fakong.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

This is talent, right? Xu Qingluo's talent is all in her head, especially conspiracy.

If you have half the martial arts qualifications, you don't need to eat Taiyin fruit every day.

Li Ying said: "They haven't used the following tricks yet, and they may not have used them yet, but they should still be on guard."

If you report these speculations, you can still make a contribution.

This speculation is too shocking.

The green-robed insider has been tracking down the assassin’s purpose and the mastermind behind it, because the assassin is too difficult to figure out which sect the Five Elements Sect is.

The green-clad insiders only stared at the assassin, but ignored what was going to happen in the future, and did not speculate on Dayong Ziyang Pavilion's next move.

Of course, this is not the responsibility of the green man.

"Miss Qingluo, come to our green underwear department." Li Ying smiled and said, "Sicheng will definitely not refuse you to join."

"These few times, I'm far worse than Master." Xu Qingluo waved her little hands in embarrassment.

I am just picking up the master's wisdom.

My own imagination and insight are nothing compared to Master's and are not worth mentioning.

It's just that Master never showed it, only occasionally said a few words in private, and every sentence contained amazing wisdom.

Li Ying became more and more satisfied: "It's even more rare to be so open-minded."

Young people are prone to arrogance, especially geniuses. When they see the mediocrity and incompetence of the people around them, they will involuntarily feel arrogant and unable to restrain themselves.

This is human nature.

It is difficult for such a young child to go against his nature, but Xu Qingluo is able to do it, which can be said to be a wizard among wizards.

"Young Master Li, I'm so immodest." Xu Qingluo said, "I'm just telling the truth."

"Understood." Li Ying nodded.

Xu Qingluo shook her head, knowing that she didn't believe it at all.

Everyone underestimated the Master and only thought that the Master relied on magical powers.

The waiter served the food, and the two tables were almost filled at the same time. Li Ying stopped talking and began to focus on eating, her movements elegant and calm.

The same goes for Fa Kong.

Lin Feiyang felt a little awkward.

With Li Ying and the others on the side, they can't speak so freely, so they have to be careful lest they hear the secret.

He lowered his voice and said: "I heard a lot of people slandering you, monk, saying that you are using witchcraft to deceive people. The divine water is just an anesthetic. Temporarily relieving the condition is just an illusion. In fact, it will aggravate the condition and turn a serious illness into a critical illness. It will hasten your death, so it’s best not to drink it.”

Fakong nodded slightly.

Not impressed.

Of course, if you want to destroy people's jobs, you must be prepared to be slandered. How can those eminent monks and miraculous doctors just sit there and wait for death?

"Some guys even ask people to pretend to be patients, come to the outer hospital to ask for the divine water, and then secretly spit out the divine water and take them out."

"Leave it to them."

"They must have done some research to find out what's in the sacred water. It's shameless to copy what happened."

"Go to camp."

"Really don't care about them? Just let them talk nonsense?"

"Yes."

"If you want to care, we actually have a way." Lin Feiyang said: "As long as we mobilize the pilgrims to help, the whole city of Shenjing will know that you will hold a blessing ceremony."

The number of pilgrims now is not the same as before. From morning to evening, there will always be pilgrims offering incense.

"No need." Fakong shook his head.

Lin Feiyang was very puzzled.

It is obvious that you can suppress these slanders and boost your reputation. Why do you have to do nothing? Why do you have to let the slander fly all over the sky?

Fakong said: "The blessing ceremony is like ferrying people onto a boat. If you believe those words, don't get on the boat. If you don't believe those words and believe me, get on the boat. That's all."

"... I'm afraid that there are too few people on the boat." Lin Feiyang said.

Fakong smiled: "It doesn't matter."

Li Ying put down her chopsticks, wiped her jade hands and mouth corners with a snow towel, and smiled: "Master, this statement is novel."

Fakong smiled.

My purpose is still for the believers. Those who believe in slanders have weak faith and are destined not to be believers.

Their life and death are none of my business.

I am here to save people, not to ask for help.

It is ridiculous for the rescuer to beg others to come.

Amid the rapid and heavy footsteps, a burly young man strode up to the third floor.

After going up the stairs, he looked around with thick eyebrows and big eyes. When he saw Li Ying, he hurriedly came up and said with a fist: "Miss Li, it's not good."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the heat on his body surged out, and everyone around him felt the heat coming.

"Brother Lu, what happened?" Li Ying put down the wine glass and motioned him to speak slowly and not to rush.

Lu Dongchuan hurriedly said: "The third son of the King of England was assassinated."

"Huh?"

"Just now, on the White Tiger Avenue." Lu Dongchuan hurriedly said: "The assassin has escaped now!"

"Is the third son of the King of England dead?"

"Just died!"

"Did he use poison?"

Lu Dongchuan shook his head: "It's not poison, but a sword, which pierced directly into the heart and crushed the heart. Even the Daluo Immortal can't save it."

Li Ying's face was covered with a layer of frost. She turned her head to look at Fakong and clasped her hands and said: "Master, I hope you can help me!"

Fakong was about to shake his head.

Li Ying said: "Master, I know you can save him. Even if his heart is crushed, it can be pulled back by the rejuvenation spell. I hope you will be merciful!"

Fakong frowned.

Fa Ning whispered: "Brother, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Let's save this son of the King of England."

Li Ying's starry eyes sparkled, staring at him closely, revealing a pleading look.

Fakong shook his head: "I'm not sure either."

"I hope the master will be merciful!" Li Ying clasped her hands together and bowed deeply, almost bowing to her instep.

Fakong brushed the sleeves of his cassock and straightened her up, sighing and saying: "That's fine, let's give it a try."

His eyes suddenly became deep and looked in the direction of the White Tiger Avenue.

In the center of the White Tiger Avenue, a group of guards formed two layers of siege, surrounding a heroic young man lying on the ground.

Two middle-aged men were pressing down the shoulders and dantian of the heroic young man, Chu Jing, the third son of King Ying, and were desperately trying to pass his vitality to keep him alive.

Unfortunately, after his heart was broken, Chu Jing's body turned into a sieve, and his vitality was rapidly lost and could not be stopped.

No matter how hard the two masters tried, they could not keep him, and could only watch Chu Jing's eyes quickly dim.

"Alas!" A middle-aged man with a thoughtful face left Chu Jing's shoulders with his hands and shook his head dejectedly.

Another handsome middle-aged man had a gloomy face, and he pressed his palms on Chu Jing's Dantian, still continuously transferring his vital energy, letting the vital energy stimulate the blood and promote blood circulation.

But the blood was still slowing down rapidly, and he was still not paying attention to the matter even though his vital energy was getting thicker and thicker.

"What should I do? What should I do?" The middle-aged man who had given up murmured: "The elixir is useless, the magic skill is useless, what should I do?"

The handsome middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and his face was livid as he kept transferring his vital energy. He already felt that he was on the verge of exhaustion.

The body of the third prince seemed like a bottomless pit. It was useless to continue transferring more vital energy into it.

He knew it was useless, but he also knew there was no other way.

Or watch the third prince's body get cold and stiff, or try his best and hold a glimmer of hope.

Maybe the third prince is lucky and can really survive.

"Sun Gongfeng, I heard that Master Fakong has become very famous recently. It is said that the holy water in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple is extremely magical and can cure the dead. Why not give it a try?" A guard suddenly spoke up.

"Yes." Another guard nodded: "My grandfather will soon die. He drank a mouthful of holy water and is now in great spirits."

"Yes, holy water, holy water!" The middle-aged man who gave up clapped his hands fiercely, and his figure flashed and he had drilled out of the circle formed by the guards and disappeared.

The handsome middle-aged gritted his teeth and continued to stimulate his vitality, but found that his blood had completely stopped flowing, as if it was as difficult to shake as a mountain.

The third son is completely dead!

"The holy water is here!" The middle-aged man with a thoughtful face came like a gust of wind, holding a rough sea bowl in his hand, and the bowl was filled with clear water.

The handsome middle-aged man pointed his finger and made Chu Jing open his mouth, but the clear water poured in and did not flow into his stomach.

"The prince can't drink anymore."

"What should we do?"

Just at this moment, the two looked up and felt an invisible force descending from the void, covering them.

Then, the power of nectar poured into the body, and infinite vitality surged in the body instantly.

PS: Update completed.