Thinking of this, he cast his gaze in the direction of the Snowy Mountains, passed through the mountains and obstacles, and landed on the old monk Huinan.
The old monk Huinan was practicing his martial arts slowly and leisurely, still using the same boxing techniques he had practiced for decades.
Fakong shook his head. He didn't expect his master to be so calm and didn't act in a hurry.
But my words had already become wax.
The Tianhai Sword Sect and the Six Paths of the Demon Sect will no longer fight. They will stop fighting for a while, and the Snowy Mountains will no longer be lively.
Therefore, even if you have clairvoyance, you cannot make casual assertions and it is better to speak less.
Because your own blending will continue to change the future, that is, changing what you have said is like a slap in the face.
He suddenly appeared in the small courtyard of Monk Huinan and titheed.
The setting sun covered the entire small courtyard. Monk Huinan punched his fist slowly in the glow and said calmly: "What happened again?"
"The conflict between the Tianhai Sword Sect and the Six Paths of Demon Sect has been suppressed by the Emperor." Fakong said: "It will stop for a while."
Monk Huinan punched his fist and said slowly: "Did you do it?"
Fakong nodded.
"Mind your own business." Monk Huinan snorted.
Fakong said: "Master, there is nothing we can do about this. Once the two sects fight to the death, the martial arts world will be a mess and it will be difficult to clean up."
"It's hard to deal with it, and it's not our turn to deal with it." Monk Huinan hummed.
Fakong smiled and said: "Master, do we in Daxue Mountain still have the ambition to be the best in the world?"
"I'm not that stupid!" Monk Huinan snorted coldly.
In his opinion, the Tianhai Sword Sect is extremely stupid.
It is obvious that the three sects are the most stable, but they want to pursue the first place in the world, breaking the trend of the three sects being tied together.
If the three sects were juxtaposed, even if the court would be wary, they would not be too wary. After all, the limelight would be spread out and not so eye-catching.
A family is unique, unless it has an inseparable relationship with the imperial court...
He was stunned and turned to look at Fa Kong.
Fakong smiled and said: "Master, what's wrong?"
"It seems they are not stupid, but too smart!" Monk Huinan hummed, "I am stupid."
With Leng Feiqiong around, the Tianhai Sword Sect is indeed inseparable from the imperial court, with a close relationship without suspicion.
The Tianhai Sword Sect became the hand that suppressed Daxueshan and the Guangming Holy Sect. This hand was controlled by the imperial court.
In this way, all the benefits will be taken by the Tianhai Sword Sect, and the Tianhai Sword Sect will gradually be respected in the martial arts world.
Daxueshan and Guangming Holy Church are getting weaker and weaker, and the gap between them and Tianhai Sword Sect is getting wider and wider.
When he thought of this, his face became serious: "What a Tianhai Sword Sect!"
Fakong said: "Master, don't worry, it's not that easy for the Tianhai Sword Sect to become the number one sect in the world."
"I'm afraid it's not that difficult." Monk Huinan shook his head.
If the imperial court firmly supports Tianhai Sword Sect to become the best in the world, that day the Sea Sword Sect will become the best in the world.
No matter how strong the Snowy Mountains are, it's probably useless.
Fakong said: "The Tianhai Sword Sect is the Tianhai Sword Sect after all, and they will not obey others. This is determined by their mentality."
The Tianhai Sword Sect’s swordsmanship is fierce, why does Leng Feiqiong propose to become the best sect in the world, unrivaled in the world?
It is because this goal matches his mentality.
With this goal in mind, disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect can practice the sword law more smoothly and progress faster.
After mastering the swordsmanship, this goal becomes more and more solid, unshakable, and mutually achieved.
Those who are number one in the world will have the power of arrogance. After their mentality and facts are consistent, they will become more and more arrogant. Even the court will not take it seriously and would rather break than bend.
It's another Divine Sword Peak.
When the time comes, they will not listen to what the court says and will do their own thing, and then they will inevitably be suppressed by the court.
This is already happening now.
And Chu Xiong is a suspicious and keen emperor. After discovering this, I am afraid he will be wary and may not push the Tianhai Sword Sect forward one step further.
The subtleties of this thought are difficult for outsiders to see.
The emperor's heart is unpredictable, and he can only observe its rough outline.
Monk Huinan looked heavy and shook his head.
Once the Tianhai Sword Sect becomes the number one sect in the world, the good days of Daxue Mountain will be gone forever.
Fakong said: "Master, do you want to stop it?"
"How to stop it?" Monk Huinan said, "Do you have a way?"
Fakong shook his head.
He won't say such big words.
Monk Huinan glared at him and said, "It's now time, so don't be humble."
Fakong said: "Master, such a big thing cannot be changed by one person, unless it is the emperor."
He felt that the emperor might not be able to change this trend.
The Tianhai Sword Sect has gained momentum and cannot be suppressed now, and it is impossible to directly replace Xie Daochun.
After all, the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect cannot be appointed by the emperor, but is selected by the disciples of the sect themselves.
Even if Xie Daochun is eliminated, if the new leader wants to comply with people's hearts, he still has to pursue the best sect in the world.
If you want to pursue the best sect in the world, you must take action, and once you take action, it will inevitably lead to turmoil in the martial arts world.
There is also the Six Paths of the Demon Sect. After showing amazing strength, more and more people will practice Demon Kung Fu, and more and more people will join the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, making the Six Paths of the Demon Sect stronger and stronger.
In addition, the emperor's praise was a compliment, which further boosted the trend.
This time, the fight to the death between the two sects was suppressed. It was just postponed. The two sects would eventually fight to the death.
It is not difficult to suppress this battle, but it is the most difficult to resolve the battle that will inevitably occur in the future.
Monk Huinan hummed: "Aren't you very influential with the emperor? Find a way to talk about it."
Fakong said: "Master thinks too highly of me. The emperor is extremely suspicious of me. How could he listen to me?"
Monk Huinan glanced sideways at him and snorted.
Fakong smiled and said: "Master, are we in Daxue Mountain ready to take revenge and go back?"
"Do you think you need revenge?"
"No need."
"Doesn't that mean that our Vajra Temple is weak and can be bullied? What's more important is that the Tianhai Sword Sect will intensify when they see that we don't dare to retaliate."
Fa Kong groaned.
This is something we really cannot ignore.
The Tianhai Sword Sect is capable of such a thing.
His eyes suddenly became dark and he looked at Monk Huinan.
Monk Huinan tensed up and glared at Fa Kong angrily, but did not interrupt Fa Kong.
After a moment, Fa Kong shook his head.
"How?" Monk Huinan asked.
Fakong said: "The Tianhai Sword Sect did provoke again and injured two of our disciples."
"Asshole!" Monk Huinan roared angrily.
Fakong's face also looked ugly.
He didn't expect that the Tianhai Sword Sect would be so excessive and a bit unscrupulous.
Maybe the imperial edict only reprimanded them for provoking the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, so they took advantage of the loophole and started to deal with the Vajra Temple.
Fakong muttered: "In this case, I can only show them how powerful I am."
"It should have been like this a long time ago!" Monk Huinan snorted coldly.
Nanhua City
As an important city in the southern part of Daqian, although Nanhua City is not the capital of the city, because it is located at the intersection of north-south and east-west, there are many pedestrians coming and going, which has led to the prosperity of the city.
People from all over the world, from east to west, come in and out, making Nanhua City very lively.
In the early morning, the aroma of various delicacies wafts over Nanhua City.
There are snacks from the south, snacks from the north, and snacks from the east and west. The various aromas are mixed together to make them more tempting.
In an alley of Nanhua City, two middle-aged monks were walking slowly, calm and solemn, showing the demeanor of eminent monks.
They wore gray monk robes and were plain and simple.
One has a rugged appearance, and the other is handsome.
They were disciples of the Vajra Temple. They passed through Nanhua City in a hurry, went into the city to replenish some food, rested for one night, and then continued on their way.
When going out, even though he is a disciple of Daxue Mountain, he is still cautious and tries not to cause trouble.
Halfway through the alley, two middle-aged men in blue shirts walked towards them, their steps were light and they had long swords on their waists.
When they saw two middle-aged monks, they couldn't help but be startled, as if they were quite surprised, and then stopped and clasped their fists: "Are the two masters senior monks from the Vajra Temple?"
"Amitabha." The two middle-aged monks said, "The two donors are..."
"I have met the two masters. We are disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect." The two middle-aged men in green shirts looked at each other with a smile and looked at the two middle-aged monks.
"Tianhai Sword Sect..." The two middle-aged monks looked solemn, and the handsome monk said: "The poor monk Fa Jing."
"Master Fajing, we are destined to meet each other. Since we are here, I will sit in the east."
"Amitabha." Monk Fajing shook his head and said, "Thank you sir for your kindness, but I have something to do and cannot delay."
The two middle-aged men in green shirts frowned, showing displeasure.
A young man in a green shirt laughed: "It seems that the two masters look down on us."
"The poor monk has no such intention."
"Haha..." The middle-aged man in green shirt shook his head and said with a smile: "Then let's go sit in the restaurant in front."
The two middle-aged monks frowned and lowered their faces.
"Are the two benefactors trying to cause trouble for us?" Monk Fajing said solemnly, "What do they want?"
"Haha..." The middle-aged man in blue shirt said with a smile: "Isn't my Tianhai Sword Sect not as good as your Daxue Mountain, and am I looked down upon by you so much?"
"You can do it if you want to, why bother?" Monk Fajing said coldly: "But there is still an ambush?"
"Master, are you looking down on us?" The middle-aged man in blue shirt said with a smile, "Do you still need an ambush to deal with the two of you?"
Monk Fajing's gray robe slowly puffed up and then flattened down. He stopped talking and just walked forward.
The two middle-aged men in green shirts stopped talking, drew their swords out of their scabbards, and pointed the sword tips at Fa Jing and the others.
Fajing and another middle-aged monk continued to move forward, getting closer and closer, and finally almost touched the tip of the sword.
"Buzz..." The two sword tips suddenly transformed into two groups of silver light, respectively covering the two monks facing Fajing.
"Ding ding ding ding..." In the clear sound, Fa Jing and another middle-aged monk Fa Gu raised their palms to attack, like gold and iron clashing.
There were white marks on their palms, and the sword tip failed to break their skin, making the two middle-aged men in green shirts look gloomy.
No matter how exquisite their swordsmanship is, if they can't break through the opponent's skin, it's all in vain.
"Amitabha." Fajing clasped his palms together and said slowly: "Two donors, please step aside now. This poor monk can pretend that nothing happened."
"Haha..." The middle-aged man in green shirt from before laughed, his laughter was weird, and the tip of his sword trembled slightly.
However, a faint glow emerged from the tip of the sword.
Fajing and Faguo looked solemn, indicating that they were about to show their true skills.
"Buzz..." Two pieces of silver light appeared from the tip of the sword again, shrouding the two monks, followed by a light whistle of "chichichichichi".
Fajing and Fagu took three steps back. There were holes in the chest and shoulders of the monk's robe, and small red spots could be seen oozing out from the skin.