Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Ning Zhenzhen is smart and observant.

He immediately noticed the difference between Lin Feiyang and Faning.

He saw that the two not only had no doubts, but were extremely confident that he would find them.

Where did they get their confidence?

Lianxue smiled and said, "Fakong, are you also proficient in the art of tracking?"

"I know a little bit."

Ning Zhenzhen said, "Fawu said that you gave the secret tracking method to the Vajra Temple. It seems that you also know it. It's different after just a few days. Tell me, where did you get it?"

"That night, several masters broke into the Medicine Valley to rob and kill people. One of the masters from the Iron Sword Gate got a secret book by chance and took it with him. In the end, it was a bargain for us." Fakong smiled and shook his head.

He stretched out his hand: "Let me see where they are."

"What luck!" Ning Zhenzhen sighed and handed him half of the golden hairpin.

The ice wheel in the void of his mind flew out a little bright light, which split into points of light and fell into the eyes of the Medicine Buddha statue.

He closed his eyes.

The pupils changed rapidly.

It was as if dozens of pupils were stacked from large to small to form a cone, and the tip of the cone was so deep that it almost penetrated the back of the head.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and bright.

The half of the golden hairpin he saw became illusory, and a beautiful face vaguely emerged.

A petite face, smiling like a flower.

Then her body appeared.

She was waving a scimitar, and the knife light was like a ball of clear water covering a middle-aged man.

Then the middle-aged man's body appeared with cuts like fish scales.

Blood gushed out of the knife.

In an instant, he became a red man.

He lowered his head and screamed.

Fakong could only see his mouth open, with fear and despair on his face, and could not hear his screams.

The beautiful woman swung the scimitar again, and in the clear water-like knife light, he had another fish-scale-like knife cut on his body, and blood gushed out of the knife cut, dyeing the middle-aged man even redder.

He staggered and tried to escape, but was once again covered by the knife light, and then more wounds and more blood.

Fakong's eyes became deeper, and the woman and the middle-aged man shrank and saw the surroundings.

This was next to a forest, on a mountain peak.

There was another woman next to him, smiling at the screaming and begging middle-aged man.

The two women looked too much alike, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Fakong closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, his eyes returned to normal, and he said calmly: "Let's chase and heal at the same time."

"Did you find it?" Ning Zhenzhen stood up.

Fakong turned his head and looked at Faning: "Junior brother, I'll leave the Medicine Valley to you, Brother Lin, you stay too."

"I'll go too!" Lin Feiyang was very curious.

"I'll stay to take care of it and prevent anyone from breaking in again."

"...Okay."

Lin Feiyang was reluctant, but seeing Fakong's firm expression, he could only agree helplessly.

He was complaining in his heart.

He must think that he was an eyesore and delayed him from hugging people left and right.

He was so lucky, and he was still a monk!

Ning Zhenzhen burst into laughter.

She chuckled to Fakong and said, "Brother, your friend is very interesting. I think you are very lucky."

Fakong seemed not to hear this joke: "Let's go."

Lin Feiyang stared at Ning Zhenzhen, thinking that this woman was really bad.

Ning Zhenzhen glanced at him and said lightly, "Am I really bad?"

She laughed and scolded freely with Fakong, but she was expressionless with others as if she was wearing a mask, keeping people at a distance.

Lin Feiyang was shocked.

How do you know what I am thinking?

She shouted it out with great accuracy. Could it be that she can see through what I am thinking?

That would be terrible!

Fakong had already jumped out of the pavilion, tapped the lake twice with his toes, and went out of the valley.

Ning Zhenzhen no longer paid attention to Lin Feiyang and floated away immediately.

Watching the three of them disappear at the mouth of the valley, Lin Feiyang murmured, "This woman is so amazing!"

"Brother Lin, Senior Sister Ning's wisdom and clarity are already perfect, and she can see through other people's thoughts."

Lin Feiyang suddenly realized, "Can this wisdom and clarity really see through other people's thoughts?"

"Yes."

"This is too weird."

"The wisdom and clarity are indeed mysterious and unpredictable."

"Who dares to get close to her? It's like being naked in front of her, and I feel uncomfortable all over... The monk is really amazing."

If it were me, I would never dare to get close to her. I would have to stay away from her, no matter how beautiful she is.

But Monk Fakong didn't care. Could it be that he really has no dregs in his heart and is pure and flawless?

Absolutely impossible.

"Senior brother is really amazing." Fa Ning looked towards the direction of the valley mouth, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his eyes saw the distance.

——

Ning Zhenzhen and Lian Xue each stretched out their jade palms to put on his shoulders, one on each side, and the speed gradually increased to 130 or 140 miles per hour.

After running more than 20 miles, Fakong felt that he was too slow. By the time he got there, the middle-aged man might have died.

Although he didn't know whether the middle-aged man was good or bad, what if he was a good man? It would be a bit unfair for him to die like this.

Then the Thunder Sword appeared in his hand.

"Oh, Thunder Sword?" Ning Zhenzhen recognized the sword and smiled, "Did you practice the Thunder Sword?"

"I tried to practice it."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "According to your habit, if you said you tried to practice it, then you must have mastered the Thunder Sword sword technique?"

The master of the Thunder Sword died, so where did he get the Thunder Sword sword technique from?

Without the sword technique, how can it be considered practicing the Thunder Sword?

Fakong shook his wrist lightly.

"Buzz..." The long sword conjured up more than a dozen shadows, and the sword body became as blue as the sky.

"It's a bit of a secret." Ning Zhenzhen stared at the Ben Lei Divine Sword curiously.

The blue gradually deepened, and there was a faint flash of light, as if lightning was slowly forming.

"Hold on tight!"

Fa Kong let out a low cry and grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands. A violent force came from the sword and pulled him forward.

Speed ​​increased by twice.

The jade palms of Ning Zhenzhen and Lian Xue firmly grasped his shoulders, and they led him forward, making the monk's robes rustle.

The surrounding scenery quickly retreated.

The Thunder God Sword provided a steady stream of power and continued to accelerate faster and faster, eventually reaching the speed of a high-speed train in the previous life.

"Ah——!" Ning Zhenzhen couldn't help but roar.

Lian Xue also had bright eyes.

This speed is too exciting, the blood flow accelerates, adrenaline is secreted, and the emotions are passionate.

——

The three of them stopped outside a forest. Fa Kong pointed to the woods gently, and his voice reached the ears of the two women: "I'll go over and take a look. Wait a moment."

Ning Zhenzhen looked him up and down with a suspicious expression.

Fa Kong slid silently into the woods, like a crocodile sliding into the water.

Ning Zhenzhen actually lost her senses and couldn't find him.

She looked at Lian Xue in surprise.

Lian Xue was also surprised.

It is true that Fa Kong cannot be sensed. He is integrated with the woods and is difficult to distinguish.

Fa Kong used the wood escape technique and flew through the woods, from one tree to another, his breath blending with the trees.

The ground is overgrown with weeds and the branches and vines are slanting.

This is no longer within the scope of the Snowy Mountains.

It’s the end of August, the end of summer is not yet the beginning of autumn, the chill of autumn has not yet arrived, and the trees are in their prime.

He walked through the woods a hundred meters away, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

But we have already reached the top of the mountain.

Opposite is another mountain peak, shorter than this one.

There was a middle-aged man lying on the open space at the top, turning into a gourd of blood, with no part of his body that was not red.

However, he was still panting heavily in shock, but he was not in danger of his life for the time being.

Two women in red are attacking a young man in black.

The women in red clothes have exactly the same appearance. They are all as beautiful as flowers. They all have almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks. Their bright eyes have the power to enchant the soul as they move around.

The young man in black is ugly, with a flat nose, a flat mouth and triangular eyes.

The two women waved round knives, gracefully and gracefully like dancing, smiling like flowers, and playing with ease like a cat playing with a mouse.

The young men in black were slow and clumsy, with a look of pain on their faces. Even though they were powerful enemies, they couldn't hit them. They had already received more than a dozen cuts on their bodies.

Because he was wearing black clothes, the blood stained clothes could not be seen.

"You meddling guy, kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can spare your life!" A woman in red snorted.

Another woman in red curled her lips: "You don't even care how much you weigh. You dare to meddle in other people's business if you don't have the ability. You are lucky if you can survive until now."

"I'll kill you today!"

"While we are showing mercy, hurry up. If you delay any longer, you will lose your life by begging for mercy!"

The young man in black said solemnly: "If you kill someone, you will kill someone. Why do you torture people like this? It is unreasonable. Of course I can't ignore it when I encounter it!"

"How can you manage this situation if you are not good enough?"

"We just want to torture him and then kill him!"

"What can you do to us?"

"You are so tyrannical and will surely perish!"

"Cackle, cluck..."

"What an idiot, sister. What nonsense are you talking to such an idiot? Just kill him!"

"Well, let's kill him. It's really boring."

"That's right, I thought I could have some fun, but I didn't realize that he's just a blockhead, stupid and clumsy!"

The light of their swords suddenly became brighter.

Several more knife wounds appeared on the man in black.

When he punched, his fist glowed with white light.

When the sword touched his body, white light shimmered through his black clothes.

Four words suddenly flashed in Fakong's mind: Holy Light.

Through Hui Wen's memory, he immediately recognized that he was a disciple of the Guangming Holy Sect.

There are three major sects in Daqian Wulin, Daxueshan Sect, Guangming Holy Sect, and Tianhai Sword Sect.

No wonder he could persist under Tang Li and Tang Shu's knife for so long.

Even though he had new injuries, his physical skills were not as good as those of the two women, and he was clumsy and hesitant. The ugly young man in black still punched hard and powerfully, while saying: "Who are you, and why did you kill that brother like this?"

"Humph, I won't tell you."

"Let's kill him." Another woman in red chuckled: "Because he looked at us one more time."

"You want to kill him just because you took one more look?"

"Just take one look at it. If you look at it one more time, it means you have lustful thoughts. Of course you deserve to die."

"It doesn't matter if I take another look, if I get a misunderstanding."

"If you misunderstand, just misunderstand. It's bad luck for him!"

"You are too vicious!" The ugly young man in black said solemnly: "The law of heaven is clear. Today I, the Holy Sect of Light, Xu Zhijian, will execute me on behalf of heaven!"

"Giggle, giggle..." The two women laughed coquettishly at the same time, their voices as clear and crisp as silver bells swinging in the air.

"Xu Zhijian of the Guangming Holy Cult, since you have seen rough roads, then die with him. It would be good to be a companion on the road to hell, cluck, cluck..."

The movements of the two women suddenly turned into shadows, and the sword light disappeared.

The young man in black, Xu Zhijian, staggered, blood spurting from more than a dozen places on his body.

This is a blood vessel cut.

"You..." Xu Zhijian gritted his teeth and glared, and a circle of white light suddenly burst out from his body, like a moon.

The white light quickly retracted its body.

But the blood stopped spraying.

Fa Kong admired secretly.

It is indeed worthy of being called the Great Light Body, a miraculous skill that is as famous as the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, and the cultivation threshold is even lower, and all disciples of the Holy Light Church can practice it.

PS: I am shamelessly asking for monthly tickets again.