Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

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

Dugu Xiaqing's calamity had passed.

She was indeed lucky enough. She first made friends with Hu Yunxuan, and then became friends with him. It was like the two of them escorted her.

If it happened to another person, they would not be able to escape this time.

If it weren't for him, with Dugu Xiaqing's temper, she would probably go to Fengtian Hall in a daze, and her martial arts would be abolished and she would not be able to wake up.

So fate is unpredictable and it makes people fear.

Who would have thought that the owner of Xinghuawu, who was still in glory and free the moment before, would become a prisoner the next moment? Life and death are controlled by others?

He was filled with infinite emotion and shook his head and sighed.

So, it is not enough to have martial arts alone, you also need to have enough power, or authority or sect.

He looked at the Vajra Temple and appeared in the Prajna Courtyard in a flash, and fought with the elders again, with swords shining like water and palm shadows.

After two days of training, they had a clear understanding of the swordsmanship of the various branches of the Tianhai Sword Sect and had gradually adapted to it.

Even though they were still not as good as Fakong's swordsmanship, they should be able to handle the swordsmen of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

After the competition, Fakong told him about his agreement with the Holy Light Sect: to send some first-class masters to ambush near the Great Light Peak.

They all had the Hidden Dragon Pendant, which made it easy for them to restrain their aura and hide their tracks.

Huinan was immediately annoyed.

He was dissatisfied with his reckless decision-making and advice. The guys of the Holy Light Sect were so pedantic that how could they ask for help?

If they really helped, they would not be grateful, but would only be on guard against them. This time they could ambush nearby silently, but next time, would they sneak attack the Great Light Peak?

Fakong listened with a smile.

The elders dissuaded Monk Huinan.

Now Fakong is no longer the junior he used to be, but an elder.

Besides, he has supernatural powers and can see higher and farther, so it is no big deal to help the Holy Church of Light.

What's more, if the masters of Dayun Wulin really break in, it will not only be the Holy Church of Light that will be in trouble, but all the people of Daqian will be in trouble. How can they just watch it?

So, Huinan will lead thirty first-class masters to support.

Fakong laughed secretly.

His master is really smart. He curses loudly, but he is worried that he is too young to convince others.

Although he has supernatural powers and stronger cultivation, he is a younger generation after all. If he rashly commands, people will be uncomfortable and inevitably have some resistance.

Master Huinan resolved it in this way.

The sky of Shenjing is gloomy, which is different from the usual cloudless sky, which makes people feel longing.

Is it going to snow?

In previous years, people hated snow.

They think that heavy snow is not conducive to travel and everything will be delayed.

Now people are very eager for snow.

Especially after the last Fakong blessing ceremony, it has been almost a month since it snowed.

Without snow, everything is too dry and easy to catch fire.

There have been more than a dozen fires in Shenjing City. Fortunately, the water dragon team in the city acted quickly and put out the fire in time without causing too much damage.

If it was too late to put out the fire, once it started, the whole Shenjing City might be burned down by a big fire.

In Shenjing City, people were talking about the weather while eating lunch, hoping that it would snow quickly to alleviate the drought.

Even in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, when everyone gathered together to eat, they talked about it.

Chu Ling was called back to the Forbidden Palace and did not eat here.

Yuchi Song was pulled over by Xu Qingluo and sat together. A large table of people ate and chatted.

While eating, Lin Feiyang complained that Zhu Ni was too busy recently. He had to patrol the Ming Palace all day and night and did not dare to relax.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Uncle Lin, if you have nothing to do, you can find a few more chefs."

"I've seen them all." Lin Feiyang said disappointedly, "I've seen all the good chefs in the whole Shenjing."

"Then you can go somewhere else."

"Except for Shenjing, the chefs in other places are a little worse. The best chefs have all come to Shenjing."

"That's really troublesome." Xu Qingluo nodded.

Fakong shook his head.

Lin Feiyang really has a lot of time now, especially at night, when he doesn't need to sleep for long.

But he doesn't like to practice martial arts.

"Then you can go to Yunjing." Fakong said, "See the chefs over there."

Lin Feiyang was refreshed, but then hesitated.

It was easy for him to cross the border to Yunjing, especially at night, without anyone noticing.

But Yunjing was too far away from Shenjing after all, and it was not possible to go back and forth in a day or two.

With Zhu Ni as a concern, he really couldn't bear to leave.

Fakong said, "Now the war is about to start, why don't you practice? Don't regret it when you lose to the opponent."

"...Okay, practice." Lin Feiyang gritted his teeth and decided to practice with Xu Qingluo and the others.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Uncle Lin, I'm about to catch up with you."

"Hey." Lin Feiyang didn't believe it.

Xu Qingluo said, "My breakthrough is in these few days."

"Little Qingluo, the breakthrough of the Grandmaster is sudden, it's a flash of inspiration, how can you sense when the breakthrough will happen." Lin Feiyang said with the tone of an experienced person.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Uncle Lin, let's wait and see."

Zhou Yu said, "Brother, everyone is talking about snowing now, will it really snow?"

Fakong looked up at the sky and nodded.

Everyone looked at him excitedly. Valley

Yuchi Song remained silent, chewing slowly, cherishing every bite of food, not rashly joining in their conversation, just listening.

He looked up at the sky at this time.

According to his experience, it didn't look like a snowy day.

The dark sky was only on the surface, not yet at the right time for snow.

"Master, when will it snow?" Xu Qingluo said, "The snow at the ski resort has melted, and we can play again after another snowfall!"

They never get tired of skiing, but unfortunately the snow also melts in the shade of Nantian Peak, and most of it has melted now.

Even if they are strong in martial arts, they can only watch the snow melt and reveal the soil underneath.

Fakong said, "There will be a heavy snow tonight, and it will be a blizzard. In the morning, the door will not be opened, and it will be half the height of a house."

He frowned, "Some people will suffer."

Shenjing City is prosperous, but even in prosperous places, there are places where the light of wealth cannot shine, and there are also dilapidated houses.

Once the blizzard comes, these houses will not be able to withstand the pressure and will collapse.

"Master, you want to remind them, right?" Xu Qingluo said, "But Prince Xin is not here."

Fakong nodded.

He looked at Lin Feiyang: "After dinner, go outside the city and find General Yue Minghui to tell him about this."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang agreed.

Yue Minghui is Prince Xin's trusted general. When Prince Xin Chu Xiang is not here, Yue Minghui is in charge of the infantry office.

People from the infantry office go door to door to inform the people so that they can be prepared, which will reduce many casualties.

"Master, be merciful." Yuchi Song said.

Fakong smiled: "It's just a small matter within our ability. In terms of merit, Mr. Yuchi has greater merit."

He asked someone to inform Yue Minghui, one because he really couldn't bear it, and the other was merit, to strengthen the faith and merit of the believers.

If the believers were really lost, it would be a great loss for himself.

He looked at Faning: "Junior brother, start storing the holy water today, store more for tomorrow's use."

"Yes, senior brother." Faning nodded solemnly.

In the evening, Fakong appeared in Xinghuawu and in the pavilion by the lake.

The setting sun painted Xinghuawu layer by layer.

The lake seemed to contain countless gems, constantly flashing colorful light.

The mountains were covered with apricot flowers, some pink, some white, and some red, which was beautiful.

In the pavilion by the lake, the sound of the piano was tinkling.

Dugu Xiaqing was playing the piano with a solemn expression.

Sitting opposite, Hu Yunxuan was immersed in the sound of the piano, looking at the vast lake.

Fakong suddenly appeared, Dugu Xiaqing pressed the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Hu Yunxuan turned her head and looked over.

Fakong smiled: "Congratulations, Xiaqing."

Dugu Xiaqing shook her head gently.

She did not show much joy, but a melancholy expression.

Hu Yunxuan smiled and said, "Monk, you came just in time, persuade Xiaoqing!"

Fakong smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for this matter, otherwise, she would not be able to escape again."

"What a jerk." Hu Yunxuan said angrily, "It was done by one of my second brother's subordinates. He acted on his own initiative to curry favor with my second brother."

Fakong raised his eyebrows, "An official of Fengtian Palace?"

"A general manager of Fengtian Palace." Hu Yunxuan snorted, "He has been scolded by my second brother."

Fakong looked at her thoughtfully, then looked at Dugu Xiaqing, and smiled, "It's actually very easy to persuade Miss Xiaqing."

"Hmm?" Hu Yunxuan was refreshed, "Then persuade her quickly, I have no choice."

She persuaded for a long time, but Dugu Xiaqing was always unhappy.

Fakong said, "Xiaqing, you should get rid of that general manager, and then your mind will be clear and you will no longer be depressed."

He heard the sound of the golden sword in the Qin Province.

"What a bad idea!" Hu Yunxuan said unhappily, "If we abolish that guy, wouldn't we offend the entire Fengtian Palace?"

"This kind of guy," Fakong shook his head and said, "He abuses his power for personal gain. He did this to Xia Qing, so is he the same to others?"

He shook his head and said, "How many innocent people have been wronged by him? Those people may not even have the chance to go to jail."

Dugu Xiaqing's eyes were bright.

Hu Yunxuan frowned, "That's true, but he is my second brother's man after all."

Fakong smiled at Hu Yunxuan, "But if he did something wrong, should he just be scolded? Abolishing him is like enforcing justice for the heaven."

This is the butt that determines the head, and different positions lead to different angles.

As a princess, Hu Yunxuan did not have a deep hatred for such officials who abused their power for personal gain.

Because they could not abuse their power for personal gain on her.

And people like Dugu Xiaqing who were almost framed hated such people very much.

Dugu Xiaqing said slowly: "Master, this is a good idea."

"Xiaoqing, do you really want to cripple that guy?"

"Your Highness, I want to cripple him."

"...Okay." Hu Yunxuan gritted her teeth: "This guy is really hateful, just cripple him."

Fakong said: "Just cover his face so that no one can find him. He probably hurt a lot of people. If he is crippled, there is no way to say who did it."

"Second brother will definitely guess it." Hu Yunxuan said.

Fakong smiled and said: "That's easy, just refuse to admit it. With Xiaqing's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to do it perfectly, right?"

Dugu Xiaqing nodded gently, her beautiful eyes flashing.