Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Song Qingping's beautiful face was covered with a faint smile: "Fakong, we meet again."

Fakong clasped his hands: "Donor Song, how are you?"

The last time they met was at Mingyue Temple. Fakong stood in the woods opposite Mingyue Temple and met her from a distance.

"I'm fine, you're not!"

"You destroyed my herb garden and hurt my junior brother. Donor Song, are you going to force me to come back?"

Song Qingping stepped forward, her breasts proudly thriving, looking down at Fakong coldly: "You dare to show up, you are quite courageous, do you think this is the Vajra Temple, there are masters who can save you?"

She was slender and graceful, and Fakong's head was level with her eyebrows.

"You shouldn't hurt my junior brother and destroy my herb garden."

"You shouldn't have killed my senior brother Gu!"

Fakong sighed and shook his head.

"Why are you pretending to be so deep?!"

"Donor Song, do you think that I can kill Donor Gu with my cultivation?... Don't let hatred blind your reason and let others use you as a knife."

He wanted to find out how Song Qingping knew it.

Gu Xinxian's body was sent far away, and all traces were wiped off.

Only the three of them knew that he was killed. The two women would never reveal it, and it was even more impossible for him.

How did she know it?

"Heh!" Song Qingping sneered sarcastically, and glanced at him with contempt and disdain: "Fakong, I didn't expect you to be a dare-doer. Aren't the monks in your Vajra Temple simple and honest? You lie with your eyes open, and you are still simple and honest? Ridiculous!"

"Donor Song," Fakong seemed not to hear her sarcasm and contempt, and said calmly, "I heard that the disciples of Shenjian Peak are open and honest, and they are not just talking nonsense, right? Then Donor Song, tell me how I killed Donor Gu?"

Through Gu Xinxian's memory, he knew that Song Qingping's relationship with him was really ordinary.

After all, one is in his forties and the other is in his twenties. Even if Song Qingping is a genius, Gu Xinxian would not rush to curry favor with her. As sword masters, who is not a genius?

Even before she became the master of the Phoenix Sword, Gu Xinxian was arrogant because of her beauty, and he scolded her several times and didn't look at her well.

So the relationship is really not good.

Why did Song Qingping insist on revenge for Gu Xinxian, and was so enthusiastic about revenge for him?

Did she want to make a contribution, or to get the Thunder Sword?

He winked at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang stared at Song Qingping, his eyes did not blink, and his expression was focused and serious.

Fakong shook his head secretly.

This guy is really unreliable.

"Ahem." He coughed lightly: "Lin Feiyang!"

Lin Feiyang waved his hand: "Don't interrupt, listen to what Miss Song has to say."

Song Qingping didn't even look at Lin Feiyang, her eyes only stared at Fakong, and said: "Do you really want me to tell you?"

Fakong said: "With my cultivation, do you think I can really kill your senior brother? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"It's just a conspiracy!" Song Qingping was suffocated and clenched her white and neat teeth: "You can pay for Senior Brother Gu's life."

She pressed the hilt of the sword.

Why did she waste her lips and lips with a dead person? It was really stupid!

Fakong raised his left palm: "Wait, Mr. Song."

Song Qingping didn't listen to him and slowly drew the sword.

"Song benefactor still didn't tell me how I killed Senior Brother Ling." Fakong smiled and said, "You are just guessing, right?"

"I see." He showed admiration again, "Just find someone to kill, even if it is revenge for Senior Brother Ling, there is no evidence anyway, and then go back to Divine Sword Peak and tell it, you can get the credit, I admire you!"

"Asshole!" Song Qingping scolded.

She couldn't help being angry anymore, drew her sword and stabbed.

Fakong sighed, "Why do you have to do this?"

The tip of the sword was close to his chest.

Lin Feiyang shouted hurriedly, "Hide!"

Faning also rushed over nervously, and the Great Demon Subduing Fist was smashed out, the air rippled, and the fist was amazing.

"Stop!" Fakong uttered a word softly.

Song Qingping paused for a moment.

Fakong's right palm was faintly golden, and he grabbed Song Qingping's long sword, and then pulled it, and the Phoenix Sword was immediately pulled into his hand and into his sleeve.

The next moment, he stepped back three steps.

"Bang!" Faning punched Song Qingping in the back.

Song Qingping flew more than ten meters away and fell into the lake with a "bang".

Water splashed everywhere, startling the fish and scattering.

Faning's face was ugly, and the sword energy rebounded so much that he wanted to vomit blood.

Lin Feiyang appeared beside Fakong, looking at the sparkling lake, watching a water column rising more than twenty meters in the air.

Above the water column was the graceful Song Qingping.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and water droplets splashed everywhere.

Her green shirt bulged, shaking off the water droplets and returning to dryness, covering her graceful curves again.

Like a feather, it slowly fell two feet away from Fakong, with a beautiful face cold and phoenix eyes burning.

Fakong clasped his hands and smiled: "Song, the donor, I'm sorry."

Song Qingping stared at him coldly: "Fakong, I finally know why Senior Brother Gu died in your hands."

This weird move is hard to defend against.

The vast and infinite power instantly bound himself, unable to struggle.

She immediately thought of the way Gu Xinxian died.

Senior Brother Gu must have died in a very aggrieved way.

Fakong smiled and asked gently, "Mr. Song, who did you hear that your senior brother died at my hands?"

"Fakong, do you think you have done it perfectly?"

"Please help me, Mr. Song." Fakong pretended to listen attentively.

This is what he has always wanted to understand.

If he doesn't understand it, he will feel uncomfortable and confused.

Song Qingping suddenly smiled, like a cold mountain melting or a silver bottle breaking, her face brightened and caught people off guard: "Want to know?"

Fakong was alert.

Song Qingping hooked her slender jade finger: "Don't let the third ear, come closer."

Fakong smiled and took three steps forward.

Fa Ning and Lin Feiyang immediately stretched out their hands and raised their voices to stop him.

Song Qingping had bad intentions at first glance. If she came close, she would fight and take back her sword.

Song Qingping saw him approaching, her smile became more bright, her face radiant: "How dare you come closer?"

"Who spread the rumor?" Fakong looked at her face calmly.

From a close distance, her beauty was more impactful, and this impact was enough to make people's hearts sway and unable to control themselves.

Fakong's heart was as calm as still water, as calm as before: "Please help me, Mr. Song."

"It's me." Song Qingping's smile became brighter and brighter, overwhelming the moonlight like water: "I saw that it was you who killed Senior Brother Gu!"

She stretched out her slender jade arm, and her jade hand had already reached Fakong's shoulder: "Unexpected?"

She spit out her palm power and sealed Fakong's acupuncture points.

"Senior Brother!"

"Monk!"

Faning and Lin Feiyang exclaimed.

"Come here and I will kill him!" Song Qingping's smile disappeared, and she was as cold as an iceberg again, glancing at the two people.

Faning and Lin Feiyang's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Lin Feiyang couldn't help stamping his feet: "Fakong is obsessed with sex, and you are so stupid to deliver yourself to the door!"

If it were me, I would never take the initiative to move forward.

This beauty is very dangerous.

Faning was thoughtful.

He saw that Fakong was as calm as before, nothing unusual, and suddenly woke up. With the wisdom of Senior Brother Faning, how could he be fooled like this?

Fakong seemed to be thinking: "Donor Song, you are wrong!"

Song Qingping pressed Fakong's right shoulder, looked at Fakong's face with her phoenix eyes, and shook her head gently: "You really won't cry until you see the coffin."

At this time, Fakong still refused to admit it, which made her feel disdainful and angry.

Fakong said: "Donor Song, how did you know that I killed your senior brother?"

"I found the body of senior brother Gu." Song Qingping sneered: "I found you through the secret technique."

Fakong frowned.

Song Qingping sneered: "Do you think you handled it very cleanly, without any traces, and it was flawless?"

"What secret technique?"

Song Qingping suddenly reached out and grabbed his right wrist, stretched out her hand to touch it, but did not find her Phoenix Sword.

Fakong smiled.

Song Qingping searched his body without hesitation, but still did not find the Phoenix Sword. It disappeared under her nose.

Song Qingping bit her red lips.

If the Phoenix Sword was lost, what would it matter if Fakong was killed?

Fakong smiled and asked, "Donor Song, what secret technique is it?"

Song Qingping stared at him coldly.

Fakong smiled in response.

"Where's the sword?"

"Where's the secret technique?"

"...Hand over the sword, and I'll tell you the secret technique."

"Not enough." Fakong shook his head gently.

Song Qingping put her jade hand on his chest and said coldly, "Is it enough with your life?"

Fakong smiled but said nothing.

Song Qingping slapped his right chest with one palm.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

Fakong still smiled.

Song Qingping's palm power was strange. The palm power of this palm was like a nail nailed to the ground, not backwards.

I just didn't want Fakong to fly out and get out of his palm.

"Amitabha." Fakong's face was calm.

Song Qingping felt that her palm power seemed to have hit the void. Her palm felt dislocated and empty and uncomfortable.

"Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?!"

Song Qingping frowned slightly and rubbed her wrist.

Fortunately, he didn't use his full strength, otherwise, he would have dislocated his wrist by surprise.

Fakong smiled: "What secret technique did you use, Mr. Song?"

His obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in.

He couldn't bear not to ask the name of the secret technique.

Song Qingping stared at him coldly.

Fakong smiled back.

"Bang!" Song Qingping slapped his chest again.

"What secret technique is it?"

"Bang!"

"What secret technique is it?"

"Bang!"

"Mr. Song, why bother?" Fakong shook his head: "I just want a name."

"I won't tell you!" Song Qingping bit her red lips, her jade face flushed, her blood boiling and her anger.