Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong looked at the two middle-aged men with ordinary looks with his mind, and glanced at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang was startled, and looked at them carefully, but didn't find anything unusual, just ordinary guests.

Fakong's voice came to Lin Feiyang's ears: "Don't you feel the breath of the Grandmaster?"

"Are they two Grandmasters?"

"Yeah."

Lin Feiyang blinked, glanced at the two middle-aged men calmly, and felt that they were ordinary.

If these two guys are Grandmasters, then are there many Grandmasters on the street that I haven't noticed?

"Qianlongwei."

"But I didn't see them in Dayan Temple."

"That means Qianlongwei didn't go to Dayan Temple. There are quite a few Qianlongwei. Be careful of them."

"Grandmaster..." Lin Feiyang didn't think so.

He is also a Grandmaster, and his Yuying Zhenjing is profound, and it can't hurt his life.

"They have treasures, so they may be able to see through your body movements and threaten your life."

"...I will be careful." Lin Feiyang suddenly became solemn.

Fakong used his telepathy, and neither of them said anything.

Fakong thought Jingfan was very interesting.

Jingfan thought the most dangerous place was the safest, so he stayed in Shenjing and came to Wangjiang Tower.

I just want to know, where did Jingfan get the courage to come to Wangjiang Tower?

Shenjing is so big, if he stayed in Shenjing, he might not be found by the Qianlong Guards, but Wangjiang Tower...

Could he have thought that he would run into two Qianlong Guards right away?

From his appearance, he didn't recognize these two as Qianlong Guards, and he was still talking loudly and in high spirits.

Fakong smiled secretly.

It's really hard to tell that he is a monk. He must have thought he was a native scholar.

People in the martial arts world are disdainful of these scholars. They won't take a second look at them, thinking that they are weak chickens that can't stand a single blow.

Of course, these scholars also looked down on these martial artists, thinking that they were reckless people with strong limbs and simple minds, who would use force to solve problems at any time. They didn't know that the world had changed and that force was the worst way to solve problems.

The green-clothed internal officials were not idle.

Fakong had also been observing the two Qianlong Guards.

It seemed that they did not discover anything, but just came to eat occasionally.

The two chatted while eating, their expressions tense.

As a grandmaster, and a powerful Qianlong Guard, it was not uncommon for him to come to Wangjiang Tower for dinner.

"This is very strange. I think the Lord is too soft-hearted. How can he give face to the Great Yan Temple? Just torture them directly."

"It's impossible in the hands of the Lord."

"Well, that's right. The Lord has always disliked torture to avoid wrongful convictions, but some people are just bad to the core. If they don't use torture, they will resist stubbornly."

"If they use torture this time, I'm sure Jing Fan can't stand the pressure and will run back."

"Well, it can be seen that the fellow disciples of the Great Yan Temple have a deep affection for each other. They can use this trick."

"Well, there is no way. Who made us have a kind Lord?"

"Well!"

The two raised their glasses and drank them all.

Feng Chaoling scolded others for being soft-hearted, but in fact, he was the same. This time, he didn't touch the Great Yan Temple, but just trapped it without committing a crime.

But it would take too much effort.

"I think the abbot of Dayan Temple knows where Jingfan is, and even has Jingfan's belongings."

"At least he doesn't have them now."

"He must have hidden them."

"I heard that the top disciples of Mingyue Temple have also come to Shenjing. We can't invite Miaoyin Shenni, but we can always invite the younger disciples of Mingyue Temple."

"That Miss Ning?"

"That's right. It is said that her wisdom is perfect and she can see through people's hearts. Please ask the Lord of Guards to borrow her to help."

"Okay."

Lin Feiyang immediately looked at Fakong.

Fakong shook his head, indicating that there was no need to say more.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong.

Seeing Fakong shaking his head, he held back the words on his lips and pricked up his ears to listen to what they said.

"With the help of Miss Mingyue An Ning, we will find Jingfan soon. This little monk is really capable."

"He will lose a lot of skin if he doesn't die this time."

"He is too bold. He is really courting death."

"I see that the guard leader doesn't want to kill him. I'm afraid he wants to use him."

"He has played us around. Such a guy is indeed qualified to join our Qianlong Guard!"

Fakong's eyes flashed slightly. He saw that Jingfan paused when he was about to raise his glass.

Fakong knew that he was tempted.

If he could join Qianlong Guard, it would certainly be better than vagrant soldiers and scattered warriors. Moreover, Qianlong Guard was under the inner court and had a superior status.

After joining Qianlong Guard, not only could he protect Dayan Temple, but he could also practice with peace of mind. For him who practiced the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sutra, what he needed most was to see the world.

Seeing too many changes in the world and the turmoil in the world was of great help to the practice of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sutra, which was far better than practicing in seclusion in the temple.

Jing Fan plotted against the princesses in order to get closer to power, and now Qianlongwei is the best place.

Fakong shook his head.

This is like someone sending a pillow to someone who is sleepy.

At this time, someone else came upstairs, but they were three young men.

All three of them were wearing crane cloaks, with long swords on their waists, and their eyes were full of spirit.

The three heroic men came up, stood for a while, and then strode to the table next to Fakong, took off their long swords, and slapped them on the table: "Waiter!"

The waiter hurried over, wiping the table while listening to them order twelve dishes in one breath.

The heroic young man in the lead urged them to serve the dishes quickly, as they were almost starving.

The waiter agreed and ran away.

Fakong observed the three people with his heart and said to Lin Feiyang: "These three are masters of Kunshan Holy Sect."

"Kunshan Holy Sect again?!" Lin Feiyang thought to himself.

"Kunshan Holy Sect again." Fakong said: "Be careful later, they may come for us."

"Not that bad?" Lin Feiyang was puzzled: "These three little guys will deal with you?"

"Be prepared." Fakong said.

Lin Feiyang nodded.

The three Kunshan Holy Sect disciples really don't look like Kunshan Holy Sect disciples, but more like fledgling martial arts disciples.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, full of vigor and energy, thinking that everything is under their control and they can get everything.

The three people spoke loudly.

"That bandit's martial arts skills are quite powerful, but I don't know why he became a bandit."

"I think he might have had a strange encounter, but unfortunately I didn't find the secret book on him."

"Even if he had a secret book, he wouldn't carry it with him."

"That's right, if he had a secret book, he would hide it and not carry it with him. Would you carry it with you?"

"Of course I have to carry it with me. What if someone takes it away?"

"Find a place to hide it."

"I might forget where I hid it. I didn't dare to hide it again after two such incidents."

"Haha! Forgot? Hahaha..."

"Don't laugh. Is your memory that good?"

"Anyway, it's impossible to forget where you hid something."

"...My memory is indeed a little bit worse."

"Your memory is not just a little bit worse, it's too bad!"

"You should see a doctor. Your martial arts skills are not comparable to those of ordinary people. You are as strong as a bull. Your memory shouldn't be so bad."

...

Fakong smiled as he listened to them.

The disciples of Kunshan Saint Church are also ordinary people. They also have joys, anger, sorrows and joys, but their concepts are different from those of normal people.

The existence of the Green Blood Transformation Art makes them terrifying. They can use it at any time and leave the world calmly and rush to reincarnation.

Because they have memories of their previous lives, they believe in the Green Blood Transformation Art without hesitation, so they use it without hesitation.

"Master, the dishes here are not as good as those in Guanyun Tower." Xu Qingluo shook her head: "Especially this Four Seasons Elbow, it is indeed inferior."

"Xiao Qingluo, Guanyun Tower has its own specialty dishes, and Wangjiang Tower has its own specialty dishes. They can't be compared together."

"Uncle Lin, you know it, why did you order something that is not your specialty?"

Lin Feiyang looked at Fakong.

Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "I see."

Needless to say, it was the master who insisted on doing it.

Uncle Lin would ask the master what dishes he wanted to order before they came, and come to order the dishes in advance.

Uncle Lin must have reminded the master when he ordered the dishes, but the master insisted on ordering this dish.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Although it's not as good as Guanyun Tower, it tastes good, right, Uncle Lin?"

Lin Feiyang glanced at her.

Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him.

Lin Feiyang said, "It's okay. It should be made by a novice. In two years, it should be able to reach the level of Guanyun Tower."

Fakong said, "Has the chef changed?"

Lin Feiyang nodded gently, "The chef asked for leave yesterday and didn't come. He said he was sick. He was indeed sick."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Heart disease." Lin Feiyang shook his head and said, "I don't know what's wrong with him. He's singing at home."

Fakong nodded.

This chef, both of them knew, was the Kunshan Saint Sect master who presided over the assassination.

After catching him, they kept him alive to see if he had any tasks and what he could do.

When Lin Feiyang was free, he would come over to take a look. He stood in the shadows and observed him, but he didn't find anything unusual.

In addition to cooking, this chef would sing songs when he was free and occasionally visit Goulan Tile Courtyard.

Apart from this, there was no other abnormality.

Lin Feiyang had been unconvinced and had not noticed how he directed the disciples of Kunshan Saint Church to act.

"It seems that something is going to happen." Fakong said: "Be smart later. Once you start, take Qingluo and the others out first."

"Of course."

While the two were communicating in their hearts, people kept going upstairs, one after another, very lively.

Fakong suddenly raised his eyebrows.

At this time, four young men strode upstairs and sat not far from Fakong, but next to the three disciples of Kunshan Saint Church.

Fakong saw at a glance that these four young men were masters of Cantian Dao.

They came for the three disciples of Kunshan Saint Church.

He multitasked, watching Jingfan and the two Qianlong Guards, the three masters of Kunshan Saint Church, and the four masters of Cantian Dao.

Lin Feiyang's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes were shining.

Faning was a little worried.

Although he didn't see anything, his intuition was sharp, and he could vaguely feel the atmosphere of impending storm from the noisy surroundings.

"Brother, how about we go?"

"Fanning, what's the hurry!" Lin Feiyang said hurriedly.

It's so lively, how can we miss it?

"But Qingluo and the others..." Fanning looked at Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes sparkled, and she smiled and said, "Uncle, it's so lively."

Her intuition was sharper, and she also noticed the tense atmosphere.

There were several great masters nearby, and she was not worried at all, only excited.

"...Okay." Fanning saw that Fakong had no intention of leaving, and it was obvious that he wanted to join in the fun.