Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling pouted her red lips and snorted: "This is not intentional torture, there is no need for this."

Fakong said: "There is a need for this."

"There is no need for this."

"Yes."

"No!" Chu Ling widened her eyes.

"Sister Chu!" Xu Qingluo hurriedly pulled Chu Ling's red sleeves and whispered: "Since Master said it is necessary, then it is necessary."

"Hmph!" Chu Ling gave Fakong a fierce look.

Xu Qingluo hurriedly said: "I believe we can definitely figure out this secret."

Fakong smiled at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling snorted: "Mystifying!"

Fakong said: "If you can dig out this secret, it will be of great help to you. If you can't dig it out, then you are not serious."

"We have racked our brains!" Chu Ling said angrily: "We have thought of every way, but it's useless."

Fakong shook his head.

Chu Ling said: "Then give me a little more hint."

"No more." Fakong said.

Chu Ling wanted to say more, but Xu Qingluo pulled her sleeves and gave her a look, indicating that she should not continue.

Fakong smiled at Chu Ling and continued to eat, still calm and careful, as if he didn't miss any taste.

After dinner, Fakong went downstairs in his cassock and left the sight of the two women. Chu Ling glared at his back and snorted.

"Sister Chu, what are you doing?" Xu Qingluo said puzzledly: "Are you trying to anger the master and get the secret?"

"Hehe, how about it?" Chu Ling smiled and said: "Is my trick powerful? If you hadn't blocked it, I would have succeeded."

"How is it possible." Xu Qingluo laughed: "Didn't you see the playful expression on the master's face?"

"Did you?" Chu Ling was stunned.

Xu Qingluo said: "I can see it, do you think the master can see it?"

"You may not." Chu Ling smiled.

Xu Qingluo curled her red lips: "Then you underestimate the master too much."

"You think too highly of him." Chu Ling said: "With my beauty, can't I make him lose his composure?"

"Think about it carefully." Xu Qingluo said disapprovingly: "Not to mention you, even Uncle Ning and Young Master Li can't do it."

"Okay, Qingluo, you finally told the truth!" Chu Ling said coquettishly: "Do you think I'm not as beautiful as them?"

"Hehe, you are beautiful, but you are too young and not charming enough." Xu Qingluo smiled: "They are at their best, and they can't compare."

"They have their beauty, and I have my beauty. Maybe there are men who like my beauty more." Chu Ling touched her jade face.

Xu Qingluo snorted: "Anyway, don't play these little tricks in front of the master, it will only make him laugh."

"I really have no tricks." Chu Ling sighed and said: "I have thought of every trick."

"I must have not thought of it yet." Xu Qingluo shook her head.

Fakong walked on the street, surrounded by people coming and going, and the traffic was busy. He was as relaxed as a swimming fish.

He heard all kinds of sounds, including hawking, quarreling, laughing, and children playing.

There were also the voices of two women talking.

They were really desperate this time, but unfortunately, they had not really learned to think and explore.

It was not that they were not smart enough, but they had no experience.

This had already touched their knowledge, and they needed hard work to finally find a way.

Once they found a way, for them, the improvement would be huge, and they would have a sense of sublimation, whether it was wisdom or realm.

How could I destroy such a rare opportunity.

So I must not help them, I must make them suffer, let them suffer, and let them transform from cocoons into butterflies.

The more painful they are now, the greater the harvest will be after they crack it.

——

A bright moon was hanging high.

In Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard, she was standing in the middle of the courtyard with her hands behind her back, and under her feet were the corpses of four middle-aged men.

There was no blood on their bodies, and they had no life breath. There was only a palm print on their chests, and the delicate palm print hit their clothes into their skin.

Ning Zhenzhen's Flying Butterfly Palm had reached a very high level, and its power was getting more and more amazing. It was as light as a butterfly and as light as nothing. It hit the body and killed them directly.

When Fakong appeared, Ning Zhenzhen stared at the four people thoughtfully, as if they contained infinite mysteries.

Fakong said: "But what's the inside story?"

"I always feel that their breath is weird." Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said: "It's vaguely inappropriate."

Fakong's eyes condensed and became deep. He looked at one of them, then at another, and finally looked at all four.

Finally, he retracted his gaze and said thoughtfully: "They are the vassal sect of Shenjian Peak, the masters of Chunyang Sect."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Are they acting on the orders of Shenjian Peak?"

Fakong shook his head: "They are doing their own thing, to please Shenjian Peak."

"Shenjian Peak can't do anything to me, do they think they can assassinate me?" Ning Zhenzhen snorted.

Fakong said: "They have other things to rely on, but unfortunately they haven't been able to use them yet, and they have been hit by the palm, and they didn't have time."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "I always feel something is wrong."

"They have a unique skill, which is extremely yang and pure, and is specifically designed to break your Yudie Sect's mental method." Fakong said slowly: "Once they use it, you will inevitably be injured."

"What unique skill?"

"Samadhi Burning Heart Art." Fakong frowned and said: "Specialized to break Yin Pure Gangqi, especially destroying the state of mind."

Here, his face darkened.

"A very powerful mental method?"

"Once they succeed, you will not only destroy your cultivation, but also your state of mind." Fakong said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover your cultivation."

This is an extremely vicious mental method.

More importantly, the method of practicing this mental method is too vicious. It requires killing, and the other party must be killed in a cruel way to absorb the heart poison.

Using the heart poison to advance the state of mind, the power will eventually become stronger and stronger.

It is hard to imagine that a righteous sect like Chunyang Sect actually practices such a vicious mental method. This is the practice of the evil sect.

Chunyang Sect practices this mental method in spite of the world's disapproval, and uses it as a killer.

Yudie Sect is not only the enemy of Shenjian Peak, but also practices the Yinrou mental method.

The Samadhi Burning Heart Art they practice is its nemesis.

If Mo Youlan can be severely injured and thus the Yudie Sect can be severely injured, they will definitely be thanked and rewarded by Shenjian Peak.

Chunyang Sect is expected to go further and become stronger, thus breaking their deadly enemy Jiuyou Sect in one fell swoop.

When Fakong saw this, murderous intent surged in his heart.

No matter what the reason was, practicing such a vicious mental method was a sin. This Samadhi Heart Burning Technique should not appear in the world.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "Can it destroy my state of mind?"

I have practiced to be clear-minded, and my state of mind is as solid as a rock and will not be shaken.

Fakong nodded slowly and said: "This skill is extremely vicious and can indeed destroy your state of mind... Well done."

Ning Zhenzhen saw Fakong's expression and knew that these four guys deserved to die. They were the ones who deserved to die.

"They..."

Fakong said coldly: "The Samadhi Heart Burning Technique is an evil skill, and anyone who practices it can be killed."

"Shenjian Peak knows that they practiced this, right?"

"I know."

"So..."

"Shenjian Peak got the mental method they offered, but disdained to practice it." Fakong shook his head: "They really dared to practice it."