Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Jing Xiaomei praised: "Senior sister, he is so powerful in martial arts."

Ning Zhenzhen nodded: "He is not very clever, but his cultivation is indeed great. He is a rare genius."

"Senior sister, do you want to...?" Ding Xingqing glanced at the direction in which Zhu Cisui disappeared and said in surprise: "Is it possible?"

She immediately guessed that Ning Zhenzhen was trying to win over him.

But I think this is unlikely to happen.

No matter how much Zhu Cisui was a disciple of the Jinghua Sect, how could he prefer the Jade Butterfly Sect?

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Let's give it a try."

Ding Xingqing's bright eyes turned and looked at Jing Xiaomei.

Jing Xiaomei felt uncomfortable looking at her. She looked down at herself and then back at her in confusion.

Ding Xingqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Senior Sister, I think Junior Sister Jing will definitely be able to take him down if she takes action!"

Jing Xiaomei asked in confusion: "What should I get?"

"Zhu Cisui." Ding Xingqing said with a smile: "Junior sister, if you take action against him, he won't be able to stop you."

Jing Xiaomei shook her head: "I'm no match for him. I can't catch any of his moves."

Zhu Cisui's cultivation was so powerful that it made people despair. He was no match for him and he didn't even have to take action.

Ning Zhenzhen said angrily: "Don't listen to your nonsense, Senior Sister Ding."

"Senior sister," Ding Xingqing said with a smile, "I think this Zhu Cisui is soft-hearted and not hard-edged. Junior Sister Jing will definitely be able to take it down."

Jing Xiaomei is still a little confused and doesn't understand what it means.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "This is not a long-term solution. It is better to find a way to make him renounce the Jinghua Sect."

Ding Xingqing shook her head: "I'm afraid this won't be easy, right? No matter how stupid he is, he won't turn against the Mirror Flower Sect."

No matter how strong your martial arts is, it cannot lose its foundation. Sect is the foundation of a person. Without the foundation, he is like duckweed.

The feeling of being a straggler and being backed by a sect is completely different.

Jing Xiaomei said: "Senior sister, will Zhu Cisui fall out with the sect?"

"Nine times out of ten." Ning Zhenzhen nodded and said: "He has a temper that would rather break than bend. This time he has touched his reverse scale."

A proud man like this is extremely proud in his heart and cannot tolerate other people's concealment and deception, making him look like a fool.

Regardless of whether it is Jinghua Sect or Divine Sword Peak, he will not really take it seriously. Only his own self-esteem is the most important in the world.

It takes some setbacks to realize that the world does not revolve around him.

Only then will you be truly mature and steady, and will you have the power to endure.

Ding Xingqing smiled and said, "Senior sister is amazing."

If it were him, it would be a hard fight, but the senior sister did not regard martial arts as the first choice, but used wisdom and human heart to restrain the opponent.

Jing Xiaomei nodded vigorously.

Their most profound impression is that wisdom and martial arts are equally important, and they cannot rely solely on martial arts without using their brains.

Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hands.

He is still far behind his senior brother. If his senior brother had come here instead, Zhu Cisui would have been incited to rebel by now.

Zhu Cisui was not even given a chance to take action.

"The fight is about to start!" Jing Xiaomei said hurriedly.

Ning Zhenzhen and the others turned to look.

The crowd began to attack the city guards, but the city guards retreated step by step, contracted their formation, and did not fight back.

The people who came to see Fakong were hoping that Fakong could come back to life because someone in their family had died.

They are both sad and anxious. Some people have died in the family, and some have died in the family.

For those whose family members have died, the grief is not that intense, but for those whose children have died, they are extremely sad and longing for life.

They hated the city guards who stopped them. Their emotions became more and more agitated and high-spirited, and eventually they lost control.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned and glanced.

"If this continues, I'm afraid there will be big trouble." Ding Xingqing said worriedly: "Sister, do you want to invite the master to come out?"

Jing Xiaomei nodded hurriedly.

Ning Zhenzhen quietly looked at the increasingly irritable crowd in the distance.

Ding Xingqing said: "Isn't there someone secretly instigating this? To ruin the master's reputation."

Once a bloodshed occurs here, the responsibility will fall on Master Fakong, which will damage the reputation of Master Fakong.

Since he has profound Buddhist teachings and amazing magical powers, how could he not have anticipated this situation? If he had anticipated it, why didn't he take action in time?

She was also curious.

Why didn't the master show up in time?

With the master's ability, he should have expected the situation here, right? Why watch the development without timely intervention?

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "It must have been instigated by someone."

Ding Xingqing asked curiously: "Excalibur Peak?"

"It's hard to say." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head.

People are unpredictable, and it is difficult to tell when something will happen. It may be the work of Shenjian Feng, or it may be someone else trying to frame Shenjian Feng.

However, she believed that Fakong must have expected it, but he never showed up. It seemed that he wanted to attract the people behind the scenes to come out.

Jing Xiaomei said: "Sect Master, do we want to stop it? If this continues, someone may die."

She watched as the people who became more and more irritable and agitated became more ruthless and more and more people took action.

The city guards defended and retreated step by step.

They were wearing armor, and although they could block most of the punches and kicks, there were too many people attacking them, and they were still injured.

There are too many people outside, and the number is getting larger and larger. The city guards are like a dam under the roaring waves, which may be washed away at any time.

Fortunately, although the besieging people were angry, they had not completely lost their minds. They did not attack with weapons, only fists and kicks.

The city guards retreated step by step, and finally retreated to the wall of Yongkong Temple, with no place to retreat.

At this time, all the city guards were injured, some were seriously injured, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and were on the verge of collapse.

The city guards glared at the crowd opposite, with murderous intent in their hearts, but unfortunately they had military orders and could not fight back but only defend.

"Master Fakong!"

"Master Fakong!"

...

People shouted one after another, trying to transmit the sound into Yongkong Temple and call Fakong out.

Ding Xingqing looked at the excited crowd and said worriedly: "Senior sister, Master is really not coming out?"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "How can we guess what Master will do?"

"If he doesn't come out, I'm afraid there will be trouble." Ding Xingqing said: "Once it causes a tragedy, I'm afraid..."

"Master, look!" Jing Xiaomei pointed at the crowd: "Someone is going to use weapons!"

She saw several people in the crowd draw their swords and slash at the city guards.

One of the city guards was already seriously injured and on the verge of collapse. He did not dodge the long sword that was stabbing at him like a venomous snake, and was stabbed into his heart.

This was a precious sword, and the armor could not stop it from stabbing in, and the tip of the sword emerged from his back.

"Uh..." The city guard widened his eyes in disbelief. He did not expect that he would die here.

"Old Zhou!"

"Looking for death!"

The surrounding city guards were furious and could not bear it any longer.

A city guard drew his sword and slashed at the man with the sword.

But the middle-aged man who drew the sword was like a swimming fish, and he suddenly got into the crowd and disappeared.

The other city guards were furious.

Their colleagues were killed, but the murderer escaped. They had been frustrated and angry before, and this assassination completely detonated their anger.

At this time, several other people with weapons took action, and several city guards were injured, and two city guards were stabbed to death directly.

The rest of the city guards drew their swords to seek revenge, but the few armed men were not able to slip away and had already disappeared into the crowd.

When the city guards wanted to chase, the crowd was so crowded that some even attacked the city guards.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

The city guards were furious and roared with their swords.

But the people on the opposite side were also furious and roared: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Master, this is not good!" Jing Xiaomei looked anxious.

She did not expect the situation to change so quickly and deteriorate so quickly. Several people died in the blink of an eye.

The three of them had already floated to a rooftop and stood on the rooftop to look down. Although they were far away, they could see clearly with their eyes.

They saw several city guards being stabbed, some injured, and some directly killed.

The city guards were furious, and the besieging crowd continued to attack the city guards, which was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

"They are looking for death." Ding Xingqing shook her head.

These people have indeed lost their minds and are acting only out of anger. They are still attacking at this time.

Seeing the dead, they did not wake up immediately, retreat and stop to avoid suspicion, but continued to attack, which is no different from looking for death.

Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes were burning, and her beautiful face was tense.

"Sect Master?" Ding Xingqing looked at her.

She was asking whether to take action.

Ning Zhenzhen sighed lightly and shook her head.

Ding Xingqing said: "If this goes on, something big will definitely happen."

The hearts of the city guards have exploded, and they have lost their minds, so they are going to kill.

The city guards are not decorations.

"We can't stop it." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head: "Let's wait and see."

She felt that if she took action, she could not suppress these people who had lost their minds, nor could she suppress the city guards.

Once she took action, the city guards would regard her as a group of others and would attack without hesitation.

More importantly, she had confidence in Fakong.

"Die!" A city guard roared and swung his sword, and the long sword cut a snow-like line.

Several men in the crowd approached them, and a blood line suddenly appeared in front of their throats with hideous faces, and then blood gushed out.

"Ah!"

"The city guards are killing people!"

"Kill them!"

This knife not only did not calm the crowd, but it was like a spark falling into oil, causing people's anger.

They drew their weapons and rushed forward, attacking the city guards.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The city guards roared, forming a formation to attack and kill.

Suddenly, the swords flashed, and people fell one after another. In a short while, a large group of people fell, and dozens of people had fallen to the ground.

"Master..." Faced with such a tragic scene, Jing Xiaomei's face was pale, and she looked at Ning Zhenzhen in shock.

Ning Zhenzhen looked calm and shook her head.

"Amitabha!" A Buddhist chant slowly sounded, resounding everywhere, reaching everyone's ears, and drilling into their hearts.

It was like a basin of cold water on the head.

The fanatical and violent minds suddenly sobered up, and people looked around in a daze.

They could not help but retreat.

The city guards did not advance, lowered their long swords, looked at the dead or injured people on the ground, and their faces were indifferent.

Fakong appeared on the wall of Yongkong Temple, his purple and gold robes fluttering, and his calm eyes slowly swept over the crowd.

Everyone felt that they were looking at Fakong.

Fakong sighed, shook his head, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured.

The sound of chanting began to spread around.

In the chanting, he was lifted up by an invisible force, slowly floating into the air, standing three feet above everyone's head.

People vaguely felt that an invisible altar appeared in the void, holding Fakong.