Fakong returned to his small courtyard.

The entire outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is brightly lit.

In the open space beside the release pond, Xu Qingluo and three people were fighting in a ball.

Fakong glanced at it with his heart's eye and smiled.

Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang used Little Arhat Fist, while Zhou Yu used Taiyin Divine Palm.

The three of them only have their own form, but not their spirit.

The Little Arhat Fist is used to build foundations and can also be used for fighting. It is very powerful. The same goes for the Taiyin Divine Palm. It not only assists in practicing the Taiyin Small Form Refining, but its lethality is even more amazing.

But now their cultivation is still weak, and they only win with skills. The fight is very lively, but their power is limited.

However, sparring is an excellent way to practice, and the effect is much better than practicing alone. He encourages the use of this method to apply what you learn to promote learning.

Faning watched the battle from the sidelines, giving some advice from time to time.

Lin Feiyang is not in the temple. He has gone somewhere. He may have gone to Miaochun Tower. He is not a monk and does not have to abide by the rules, so he occasionally looks for women.

Fa Kong sat at the stone table, retracted his mind, began to recall what Li Zhengyuan said, and finally shook his head.

There was no war for three months.

But after three months, it’s hard to tell.

I hope not.

I would rather be a peace dog than a random person.

Once a war breaks out, it will spin like a whirlpool, pulling everyone in and quickly spiraling out of control.

It’s really hard to say what the world will be like by then.

Early the next morning, when he had just gotten up and was lazily boxing in the yard, Chu Ling arrived.

Fakong's fists kept moving, and he asked casually: "Why are you here so early, Your Highness?"

"It's nothing." Chu Ling shook his head: "I just came over to see what you did in the morning, master."

Fakong smiled and stopped talking.

Chu Ling looked at it for a while and couldn't help but said: "I heard some news and I don't know if I should tell you, Master."

"That goes without saying," Fakong said.

He would rather do less than do more, and when it comes to royal matters, nothing is a good thing.

It's best to give it a wide berth.

Chu Ling said: "I think you should let Master know."

"Then let's talk." Fakong kept punching.

"Last night when I went back to the Forbidden Palace to have dinner with my father, the emperor, and my queen, I heard that my father said that I was going to give up my ninth brother's position as the admiral of the nine gates."

"It's better not to say what the emperor said."

"Of course I won't tell anyone else, not even Brother Ninth. I'll just come over and talk to you."

"I can't change the emperor's mind." Fakong slowly punched his fist and shook his head.

"Can't you help Ninth Brother?" Chu Ling said disappointedly: "Once Ninth Brother loses his position as the Admiral of the Ninth Sect, he will probably be in trouble soon. How many people are waiting for Ninth Brother to be unlucky, and then pounce on him together.

"

Fakong withdrew his fist and looked at Chu Ling: "Then how can His Highness want me to help? Who can make the Emperor change his mind?"

"I don't know either." Chu Ling shook her head: "That's why I came here to find you. You must have something to do."

Fakong shook his head.

Chu Ling stared at him disappointedly: "There is really nothing we can do?"

"In my opinion, Prince Xin will still be the Admiral of the Nine Sects within three months, and his position will not change."

"But my father said it himself." Chu Ling frowned: "It can't be wrong."

Fakong smiled: "Just pretend you didn't hear it for now. It's useless if you heard it. It's just a futile effort."

"Just do nothing?"

"It's best not to do it." Fakong said.

The more you do, the greater the change, and you may make things worse.
Chapter completed!