Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

When Fan Chenguang walked out of the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, he turned his head and looked at the plaque with a faint golden light.

He knew that his fate was in the hands of Fakong.

Today, Chu Xiang brought him to see Fakong to ask Fakong's opinion and whether he was satisfied with him.

He knew that if Fakong said no, he would not be able to go to Tianjing and become the guard of King Yi.

If Fakong said yes, he could become the guard of King Yi and command part of the guards as a military marquis.

This road is a bright road.

Others think that King Yi is finished and can never become emperor again.

But after careful analysis, he felt that this might be a good opportunity to stir up trouble.

Others think that King Yi is not good, but he is optimistic about King Yi at this time and takes the initiative to serve King Yi. Once he reaps the rewards, it will be amazing.

Of course, it is also possible that he will lose all his money and work in vain. In the end, King Yi did not become the emperor, and King Ying became the emperor.

Then he will live out his life in Shenwu Mansion honestly.

A gamble is not in vain.

Chu Xiang followed him out and saw him looking at the plaque. He smiled and said, "Xiao Fan, are you envious?"

"Yes." Fan Chenguang admitted frankly: "Master, I really envy the master's status."

"You can't envy him." Chu Xiang smiled and said, "Supernatural powers are not something you can get just by wanting them. We ordinary people should do our work well. If we work step by step and do things steadily, we will always gain something."

"Yes." Fan Chenguang nodded solemnly.

Fakong withdrew his gaze from Fan Chenguang.

From what the Sky Eye saw, Fan Chenguang was ambitious. He was not only smart and capable, but also lucky enough. After entering Tianjing, he encountered a dangerous situation, but he was able to resolve it safely. He was also capable enough.

Since it was a close call, there was no need for me to say it.

If I intervened, it would cause changes, which would be inappropriate.

The wisest way is to do nothing and let it develop, which would not change the result.

They did not go out for dinner in the morning. Lin Feiyang cooked a meal himself, and Zhu Ni came early to eat together.

Her eyes were smiling.

Xin Wang Chuxiang agreed to her request and had replaced him with Fan Chenguang. She completely relaxed and was filled with joy.

When she thought about being able to continue to stay with Lin Feiyang, she couldn't help but feel sweet and happy, and the sweet atmosphere filled the two of them.

People around could feel it.

After dinner, Fakong disappeared in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple in a flash.

The next moment he appeared in front of the cliff.

Under his feet was a dark abyss, which was where he and Li Ying came before, and where the secret book of the sword technique of the demon-killing sword was thrown away.

He stood here quietly, watching the sun rise slowly.

He closed his eyes and didn't move.

His body was in a strange posture.

His left hand was empty, like holding a scabbard, and his right hand was also empty, like holding a sword, standing motionless.

The sun rose from the east, slowly reached the center, and then slowly moved westward. Until the sun was in the west, he opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream.

At this moment, he felt as if he had gained something, but it seemed that he had gained nothing, and his heart was empty.

Unconsciously, he already had a sword made of invisible qi in his right hand.

But only he could see this qi sword, and others could not see it.

Others could only see emptiness.

Fakong suddenly waved it gently.

The qi sword passed through the ground, and a shallow groove appeared, as if the tip of a real sword had passed through.

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

He did not expect that the power of this invisible qi sword would be so strong.

This is when he traced back to the sword manual through fate and saw that the first generation master of the sword art of killing demons practiced here.

The posture he made was the same as the one he made just now, and it was exactly the same. As a result, he did not use the mental method, but it was naturally operated to form a qi sword.

The master of the sword art of killing gods is indeed a genius in swordsmanship. He actually created such a mysterious sword art.

Holding this qi sword, he can kill people invisibly.

Of course, he was at ease because he had entered the Liangyi realm.

A mere Grandmaster might not be able to condense the sword energy so easily.

He closed his eyes, and the Wheel of Time Tower in his mind lit up.

In the Wheel of Time Tower, he wanted to combine this sword energy with his own Sky-Slashing Divine Palm to see if he could create a more powerful feat.

As three days passed in the Wheel of Time Tower, he shook his head when he came out again.

Sky-Slashing Divine Palm and this invisible sword energy are indeed not the same, they repel each other and cannot be integrated together.

It cannot be forced, otherwise it will be mixed and impure, and its power will be reduced.

In the evening, Fakong appeared in the courtyard.

As soon as he appeared, Xu Qingluo ran over from the tower garden, smiled and saluted: "Master, I'm back!"

She was energetic and radiant. Although she was still young, she already had a bright and charming appearance.

Fakong nodded: "How is it?"

He had seen it clearly. If he gave Xu Qingluo's actions a score, he would get at least nine points.

The remaining one point was reserved for room for improvement.

Acting meticulously and moving cleanly, even if it were me, if I had the same cultivation level as Xu Qingluo, I would not be able to do anything more than this.

Xu Qingluo giggled and said, "Master, is there anything else I can do?"

She thought it was very interesting.

Fakong shook his head, "It's OK for now. If there is anything else in the future, I will let you do it, but you still need to improve your cultivation level."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo agreed with a smile, and then smiled: "Sister Chu has been waiting for you, and she is almost impatient."

"You are finally back!" Chu Ling came lightly and looked at Fakong with dissatisfaction.

Fakong smiled: "Relics?"

"There is no way to get rid of the relics for the time being." Chu Ling's momentum suddenly dropped, and his voice slowed down: "It will be back in a few days."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Chu Ling hummed: "The relics were borrowed by a noble concubine. It needs to be worshipped for a few days to get rid of the bad air."

Fakong nodded: "No hurry."

Chu Ling smiled and looked at him: "Really not in a hurry?"

"Where is the turtle shell?"

"This is back." Chu Ling proudly pointed to a wooden box in the corner of the wall: "Look, it's inside."

Fakong stretched out his hand.

A small purple wooden box one foot square flew to the stone table. Fakong opened it and found three turtle shells inside.

It looked no different from the previous three pieces.

Fakong picked up a piece, closed his eyes and felt it, and suddenly a series of turbulent waves appeared in his mind.

Fakong looked at it intently, and felt his body shaking, and then tightened, as if his body entered the turbulent sea, and everything in front of him was shaking.

This feeling of being both light and heavy was very uncomfortable.

After a while, he opened his eyes, exhaled slowly, and looked down at the turtle shell.

He didn't know what to say.

It didn't work, but it was really strange to give him this unique feeling.

He shook his head and picked up the other two turtle shells.

After a moment, he put down the two pieces and looked at Chu Ling disappointedly.

Chu Ling hurriedly asked: "Aren't they good?"

Fakong's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile: "Interesting, they were actually switched!"

"Switched?" Chu Ling was stunned, then shook his head: "Impossible, maybe they were mixed with fakes at the beginning, how could the Forbidden Palace secret library be tampered with!"

Fakong's eyes became deep, and his fate was used to trace the origin of these three tortoise shells.

Ps: End.