Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Li Ying stood still.

Under the bright moonlight, her white jade-like face exuded a soft glow, her bright eyes flickered, and she fell into deep thought.

Indeed, as Fakong said, this might be the closest time for her to become Si Zheng. If she really refused, would she regret it in the future?

Was Fakong persuading her to refuse for the public or for her own sake, for the Snow Mountain, or for herself?

Should she completely trust Fakong?

"By the way, Ding Man will be assassinated tonight." Fakong's voice drifted from the night sky: "If you stop it, it's still not too late."

Li Ying frowned and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Fakong's voice drifted from afar: "If you don't stop it, you will definitely be punished, and you will be further away from the position of Si Zheng."

Li Ying nodded.

This is natural. She caught the person herself. If she didn't keep a close eye on him, she would naturally take responsibility.

Originally, he had made great contributions, but he was assassinated, and the great contributions became small contributions, or even no contributions, and she might even be deposed.

"It's going to happen in an hour." Fakong's voice came again: "Think it over carefully."

Li Ying clasped her hands and bowed to the distance.

She guessed that Fakong was talking in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple at this moment.

The setting sun dyed the entire Jade Butterfly Sect's courtyard into a rose color, soft and beautiful, so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

Ding Xingqing's beautiful face was tense, and she hurriedly ran straight to the sect master's courtyard. When she met fellow disciples along the way, she just nodded and said nothing.

The girls saw her like this and knew that she was in a very bad mood. Something must have happened. They suppressed their curiosity and didn't stop her to ask.

Everyone knew her quick temper. If they really stopped her to ask what happened, she would definitely scold her without any hesitation.

Ding Xingqing stopped outside the sect master's courtyard and knocked on the door gently.

"Come in."

"Yes." Ding Xingqing pushed the door open.

A cobblestone path was sandwiched between the green bamboo forest, and flowers were circling on both sides of the path.

She walked along the cobblestone path, turned around the bamboo forest, and saw two people sitting at the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, sitting opposite each other, playing chess.

One was the beautiful and charming sect leader Mo Youlan, who was wearing a black silk shirt.

The other was the calm and composed monk Fakong, who was wearing a purple and gold cassock.

She came closer and bowed first: "Sect leader."

Then she put her hands together and bowed: "Meet the monk Fakong."

The sect leader was a friend of the monk Fakong, and she had met him twice, so it was not surprising to see him now.

No matter how great the monk was, after meeting him twice, he was not as happy and surprised as the first time.

Fakong smiled and nodded.

Ning Zhenzhen picked up a crystal-clear and warm white chess piece and said in a gentle voice: "What happened?"

"Lingxiao Sect is too bullying!" Ding Xingqing's jade face suddenly sank, and she said coldly: "Junior Sister Jing was bullied by two Lingxiao Sect disciples!"

Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "Bully?"

"The two of them snatched Junior Sister Jing's sword." Ding Xingqing gritted her teeth and said: "They also touched and flirted with Junior Sister Jing!"

Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes suddenly burst into cold light, and she said lightly: "Flirt?"

"Touched Junior Sister Jing's... chest." Ding Xingqing glanced at Fakong.

Fakong lowered his eyes slightly, as if an old monk was in meditation, and could not hear or see anything.

Ning Zhenzhen said lightly: "Where is Junior Sister Jing?"

"She is crying." Ding Xingqing said hatefully.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Let Junior Sister Jing come over."

"Yes." Ding Xingqing responded solemnly, and then he was about to speak again: "Sect Master..."

"Go quickly." Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hand.

Ding Xingqing clasped his fists, shut up and said no more, turned around and walked away with big strides.

Ning Zhenzhen looked at Fakong.

Fakong lowered his eyebrows and eyes as if he was thinking about the chess move.

Ning Zhenzhen said angrily: "Senior Brother!"

Fakong raised his eyes and smiled: "You are the sect master, and you have the final say."

"I am furious." Ning Zhenzhen snorted and said: "But I know that I can't be swayed by emotions. This matter may be a trap."

Fakong smiled.

Being able to think of this at this time, he really has the qualities of a sect master. As a superior, he must not be swayed by emotions.

Of course, people are emotional animals, and it is almost impossible to do this completely, so we can only try our best.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "But no matter whether this is a trap or not, I will take the opportunity to attack and knock down Lingxiao Sect."

Fakong nodded.

If the Jade Butterfly Sect cannot fight back after being bullied to this extent, it will be finished.

Moreover, the Jade Butterfly Sect can only rely on limited forces to deal with Lingxiao Sect, and it is too embarrassing to tell others.

This is different from the Jiuyuan Holy Sect.

The Jiuyuan Holy Sect is powerful and an evil sect, while the Lingxiao Sect is just a second-rate sect.

Although I know that the Yudie Sect does not win by martial arts and is not strong, I have never really seen how weak it is.

Compared with the Lingxiao Sect, the feeling will be deeper, and it will also give rise to contempt and disdain, which is a devastating blow to the Yudie Sect.

Footsteps sounded, and Ding Xingqing brought in a red-dressed girl with tears in her eyes, delicate eyebrows, and red tears.

As soon as she came in, she bowed aggrievedly and called: "Sect Master!"

"Junior Sister Jing," Ning Zhenzhen pointed to the stone bench opposite: "Come and sit down to talk."

"Sect Master, I'll stand." Jing Xiaomei lowered her head.

"Sit down." Ning Zhenzhen snorted.

Jing Xiaomei hurriedly sat opposite her.

Ding Xingqing saw that Fakong had reached the southeast corner and was admiring the flower garden over there. There were hundreds of flowers blooming in the garden, competing for beauty and the fragrance of flowers was wafting in the air.

She turned her eyes back here, and seeing Jing Xiaomei lowering her head and saying nothing, she said, "Junior Sister Jing, please tell me what happened."

"No need to say it..." Jing Xiaomei said sheepishly.

"You..." Ding Xingqing was furious.

Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hand and said calmly: "Did they steal your sword?"

"Yes." Jing Xiaomei's eyes became wet again, and she said softly: "It's the sword given to me by the master. I..."

She felt guilty and self-blame, feeling deeply that she was incompetent and weak, and had been snatched away. If the master found out, he would definitely scold herself, and then run to fight those two guys.

But the Qinggong of those two guys is too powerful, and the master may not be their opponent. When the time comes, the master will have three advantages and two disadvantages...

She didn't dare to think about it.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "When and where?"

Jing Xiaomei hurriedly said: "It's at Fengxuan Tower."

"when?"

"just."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at Ding Xingqing: "Call Junior Sister Long over."

"Yes." Ding Xingqing perked up.

Senior Sister Long Feifei is the top tracking expert in the sect. This is because the sect leader will never bear it and wants to deal with those two guys!

I have long felt that I can no longer bear it, but the previous sect leader has always asked everyone to bear it and not intensify the conflict.

The strength of the sect is not as good as that of the Lingxiao sect, there is nothing we can do about it.

He will take revenge after his strength increases.

Therefore, everyone should turn shame into motivation, practice hard, and never slack off. Once you slack off, think about Lingxiao Sect.

Everyone has accumulated a lot of resentment, but the sect leader has orders, and they can only obey them, feeling extremely aggrieved.

The current sect master finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he was happy!

"Sect Master..." Jing Xiaomei hesitated, raised her head and mustered up her courage: "Don't bring trouble to the sect because of me."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "If the sect cannot protect its disciples, then what is the meaning of the sect's existence?"

"But we are not as good as those from Lingxiao Sect." Jing Xiaomei said.

This is something that all disciples know.

Their strength is not as good as that of the Lingxiao Sect, which is why the Lingxiao Sect is so rampant and excessive.

All they can do is endure it and practice hard. When they become stronger, they will definitely take revenge.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal!

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Are they stronger than the elders of Divine Sword Peak? If it were Divine Sword Peak, we would have to endure it, but Lingxiao Sect... all cats and dogs can run rampant!"

Jing Xiaomei perked up.

She suddenly remembered that the sect leader had killed the elders of Divine Sword Peak, probably because the elders of Divine Sword Peak were careless.

Still, it's amazing enough.

The master's martial arts are absolutely amazing.

"Sect Master!" Amid the footsteps, a dashing young girl floated over, her voice slightly thick and magnetic.

She is tall and slender, looking forward to her with high energy and confidence.

"Junior Sister Long, two guys from Lingxiao Clan stole Junior Sister Jing's sword, do you know that?"

"I heard it." Long Feifei said solemnly.

"Find them both!"

"Yes!" Long Feifei cupped her fists and saluted, looking at Jing Xiaomei.

Jing Xiaomei said goodbye to Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen waved her hand: "Junior sister Ding, bring a few people over, destroy their martial arts skills, and break their hands and feet."

"Yes!" Ding Xingqing's eyes shone, and she cupped her fists and saluted solemnly.

She left with the two girls, and before leaving, she glanced at Fakong, who was standing in front of the flower bed with his hands behind his hands, admiring the flowers.

In the soft light of the setting sun, the whole body of the purple gold cassock was shining, and the sky seemed to be bathed in golden light, sacred and distant.

Long Feifei and Ding Xingqing quietly left the courtyard with six girls and walked through the alleys of Tianjing City.

A quarter of an hour later, they stopped outside a small courtyard.

Long Feifei pointed to the small courtyard and nodded to Ding Xingqing.

Ding Xingqing looked at this small, plain courtyard.

This is an ordinary residence in Tianjing City. The people who live here are not rich, but they also have small assets.

Lingxiao Sect is a second-rate sect no matter what, and there is no shortage of money. It should not be located in such a place.

So it should only be the private residence of those two people, and there shouldn't be many people there.

She put her ear to the wall, listened for a moment, and gestured with her four slender fingers to the six girls behind her.

They all nodded, indicating that there were four people in the courtyard.

Ding Xingqing frowned for a moment, then her face changed slightly.

Long Feifei looked over and said via voice transmission: "Junior Sister Ding, what's going on?"

"There are two masters." Ding Xingqing said slowly through voice transmission: "This is a trap!"

Long Feifei's face changed slightly and she turned to look at the six girls.

Ding Xingqing made a quick gesture.

The six girls calmed down and stepped lightly, three turned around and walked back, and three maintained their original direction and backed away slowly.

They move like civet cats, softly and silently.

"Haha..." A long laugh suddenly sounded, and four young people appeared on the wall.

The appearance of these four young men is ordinary, and it is easy for people to overlook their appearance. They need special attention to remember.

They looked down at the girls with playful expressions.

Ding Xingqing looked ugly and said coldly: "What are you going to do? This is Tianjing!"

"This is indeed Tianjing." A round-faced young man said with a smile: "But this is our private residence. If you want to break in here privately, we will take action to protect ourselves. Isn't it too much?"

Ding Xingqing sneered: "What a plan."

"Haha..." The round-faced young man laughed and said, "I forgot to introduce you. This is our Senior Brother Ding Aochuan. He is the elder of our Lingxiao Sect, the youngest elder, and the youngest grandmaster of the Lingxiao Sect in history."

A young man with a square face nodded, his expression reserved and proud.

The round-faced young man pointed to another tall and thin young man and said with a smile, "This is Senior Brother Huang Zhouyuan, also an elder of our Lingxiao Sect, the eldest brother second only to Senior Brother Ding."

"No wonder you Lingxiao Sect is so arrogant, it turns out that there are two geniuses." Ding Xingqing suddenly realized.

She has always wondered why Lingxiao Sect suddenly became rampant. Originally, they were not so arrogant and dared to provoke Yudie Sect.

It turned out that there were two young geniuses who wanted to become famous in the world and wanted to use Yudie Sect as a stepping stone.

Ding Aochuan said calmly: "You shouldn't have come today, you should have continued to endure it, but now that the sect leader has changed, I guess the new official must be in office and doesn't want to endure it anymore, right?"

Ding Xingqing sneered: "You Lingxiao Sect are bullying too much, especially bullying weak women, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world?"

"Hehe...weak women?" Ding Aochuan smiled and shook his head: "Do you think you are weak women?"

Huang Zhouyuan said: "You weak women are not weak, in this case, then we will let you go,...put down your swords, kneel on the ground, kowtow three times, and you can leave."

Long Feifei said: "Junior Sister Ding, why bother talking to them, just fight!"

"Well, fight!" Ding Xingqing had already tried almost everything, knowing that there was no way to get away with it today, and needed to use the Nine Cauldrons Zhenyuan Jue that she had just learned, otherwise she might die here today.

Thinking of this, her eyes flashed with cold light, and she said coldly: "Wait for our sect master's revenge?"

"Hehe..., your sect master?" The round-faced young man who spoke earlier laughed and said: "He should deal with the elders of Shenjian Peak first!"

Ding Xingqing waved his hand, and the six women flashed.

Long Feifei and she rushed to the six women at the same time, blending into them, forming a petal shape, and drawing their swords from their sheaths.

"Hey, why do you want to humiliate yourself." The round-faced young man shook his head and said: "Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Huang?"

Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan waved their hands, signaling them to stand aside. The two of them floated down the wall and swooped down to the women.

They felt that they should be able to capture them easily. In order to avoid being careless and capsized, the two of them worked together, and they emphasized that even a lion fighting a rabbit should use all their strength.

"Buzz..." The sword light suddenly became brighter.

A sword light enveloped the two people.

The two sneered, slapped their palms, and their figures flashed. The Lingxiao Sect's unique skills are body skills and palm skills.

The most powerful skill of the Jade Butterfly Sect is the Flying Butterfly Palm, but not many disciples practice it. The remaining sword skills and the like have no systematic inheritance and are limited in power.

Lingxiao Sect is extremely contemptuous of the Jade Butterfly Sect, especially since they bully them again and again, and the Jade Butterfly Sect tolerates them again and again, which makes them despise them more and more.

Even though they remind themselves not to be careless, they still look down on them in their bones, which is why they dive down directly without using the earth for support.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The two men were hit by several swords before they could release their momentum. After landing, their bodies were pierced with several blood holes, and blood gushed out. In the blink of an eye, they had become bloody.

The two young men standing on the wall were stunned.

They couldn't believe what they saw: the genius of the Lingxiao Sect, the two youngest elders, the grandmaster, were seriously injured by this group of weak women.

All this happened too quickly, making them wonder if their eyes were blurry and they had hallucinations.

But no matter how hallucinated it was, it shouldn't be this scene.

Ding Xingqing shouted, "Keep going!"

The eight women were as light as butterflies, moving gracefully and surrounding the two young men.

The sword light suddenly surged, dazzling and brilliant.

"Quick!" The two men on the wall rushed over to help.

Senior brothers Ding and Huang were already injured, and they might not be able to withstand the siege of this group of women. The two of them were not going to defeat them, but to rescue the two senior brothers.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." In the clear sound, it was Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan who summoned up their remaining power and swung their palms fiercely.

Their palms were like gold and iron, colliding with the sword tips, making a continuous clear sound, like rain hitting banana leaves.

But their palms could not resist the swords. Although they blocked many swords, they still missed many swords, and they were pierced again.

After Ning Zhenzhen's improvement, Ding Xingqing and her sword formation became more and more exquisite. It might be barely enough to deal with top masters, but it was enough to deal with these two people.

"Kneel down, or I will kill you!" Ding Xingqing shouted tenderly.

Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan would not kneel down even if they died. They gritted their teeth, their eyes were full of bloodshot, their clothes were stained with blood, and the fishy smell was pungent.

There was a pool of blood on their feet, which was quickly seeping into the mud between the blue bricks.

"Brother Ding, Brother Huang, run!" The two young men had fallen into the sword formation and rushed to a woman without hesitation.

They wanted to use their bodies to pave a way for Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan to survive.

"Looking for death!" Ding Xingqing sneered: "Destroy them!"

They thought well, but they didn't expect that the eight women were in the sword formation, and their energy was connected, their speed increased greatly, and they lightly avoided them and stabbed them with blood holes.

Some of these blood holes were in the lower abdomen, some in the dantian, some in the shoulders, and some on the thighs.

Only the heart was avoided.

So after they fell to the ground, they were soft and powerless, but still alive.

Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan were furious when they saw this. They waved their palms more wildly, but to no avail. They could not block all the swords, nor could they hit any of the girls.

"Stop!" Ding Xingqing shouted.

The sword formation stopped abruptly.

The eight girls flew out ten feet away like butterflies.

Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan stood straight, unyielding and staring at them.

Ding Xingqing curled her red lips: "Nothing more, Lingxiao Sect, hey!"

She then clasped her fists: "Master."

Ning Zhenzhen's graceful figure appeared on the opposite wall. She said lightly: "The sword formation is still a little short of maturity."

They lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Although they exerted amazing power, they knew that the sword formation had not yet been practiced to perfection, and its power was still limited.

"Practice well after returning, and don't be distracted by other things."

"Yes."

"Let them hand over their swords and let them go."

"Yes."

Ning Zhenzhen walked away slowly.

The women bowed and turned to look at the four people.

Ding Xingqing pointed to the round-faced young man lying on the ground: "Where is the sword?"

"...In the house." The round-faced young man was pale and answered weakly, with blank eyes.

Everything in front of him was too bizarre.

Ding Xingqing floated over the wall and quickly took out a sword. The dark green scabbard was antique.

She nodded with satisfaction: "Discard the martial arts, cut the tendons of the hands and feet, and let's go."

The eight women lightly passed the four people on the ground, and the tips of the swords gently scratched their tendons, tendons, and dantian, and then floated away, taking away a faint fragrance.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

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