Xu Qingluo giggled and said, "Uncle Lin, I'm far behind."
She looked at Fa Kong.
She always felt that everything was as expected by the master.
"Xiao Qingluo, you are so aware of the subtleties, your eyesight is amazing!" Lin Feiyang praised and looked at Zhou Yang: "Little Zhou Yang, work harder."
Zhou Yang said calmly and calmly: "It doesn't matter what you say, Uncle Lin. In this world, martial arts still depend on you."
"...That's true." Lin Feiyang nodded, there was nothing wrong with what he said.
Zhou Yang looked sideways at Xu Qingluo.
Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him: "Junior brother Zhou, you just established the foundation early, and I established the foundation late. Don't worry, we will see the result later."
Zhou Yang smiled lightly: "I'll wait."
He has now shown the advantage of top qualifications. Little Arhat Boxing is already at the second level, and Xu Qingluo is still at the first level.
She spends more time practicing the Void Fetal Breath Sutra.
"I'll go see it again!" Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.
Faning shouted the Buddha's name in the direction of Zhuque Avenue.
I feel more and more that the prosperity of this sacred city is really prosperous and the danger is really dangerous, so I still have to practice hard and not slack off even a little bit.
"Senior brother, I've reached the second level now, but I just can't get over it." Faning looked at Fa Kong.
On the surface, Fakong looked like he was only at the fourth level, but he could feel that Fakong had already entered the second level.
This is the strange intuition of getting along day and night.
Fakong smiled and said, "Let's go to Miaochun Tower and have a look."
"Senior brother..." Faning blushed.
Fakong shook his head: "You... are too tight, that's all."
He suddenly touched Faning's eyebrow with his left index finger.
Fanning froze and closed his eyes.
Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang, who were discussing in low voices, suddenly stopped and looked over curiously.
"Master, what initiation are you giving Master Faning?"
Fakong retracted his finger: "Some practice experience."
He directly passed on his experience in breaking through levels to Faning, helping Faning step into the second level realm faster.
This kind of experience cannot be explained clearly in words. It can only be understood but not explained. Through the method of initiation, this experience can be directly passed on to the other person, allowing the other person to understand the subtle mysteries.
This can save countless hours of groping alone.
"Master, please give me some experience."
"What you lack now is not experience, but hard work." Fakong said: "Qingluo, don't be too impatient. You still have to focus on practicing martial arts. Only when your martial arts is strong can your spirit be strong, which will feed back your cultivation."
"...Yes." Xu Qingluo reluctantly agreed.
Zhou Yang's cool little face showed a smile.
Xu Qingluo was too lazy and was lazy in practicing. She practiced ten times by herself, but she only practiced six times. She was the best at being lazy, but she could still pretend to be well-behaved.
The master can't control her, and his own words are useless. Now, the master has finally spoken. Let's see if she still dares to be lazy!
"Qingluo, it's time for you to go home and take a look." Fakong said, "After these few days, don't you miss home?"
"Master, don't be in a hurry."
"Don't be anxious. Master Xu and Mrs. Xu should be anxious."
"...Yes." Xu Qingluo didn't want to go back, for fear that she would not be able to come back.
Compared with staying at home, it is more interesting here. If you have any questions, you can ask your teacher, uncle, and ancestors, and you can also tease Zhou Yang.
The two younger brothers at home are too stupid and boring to tease.
Lin Feiyang appeared again in a flash, and said with a smile: "This time it's Prince Zhang's Mansion, and two more people died."
Xu Qingluo said: "Uncle Lin, there are only two of them, or are there only two left?"
Lin Feiyang said: "Just these two, these guys are really crazy, they didn't run away."
Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "This is amazing, indeed crazy. The imperial court's idea has come to nothing."
"That's strange." Lin Feiyang frowned: "Then why don't we start from other palaces instead of Wang Ying's palace? The losses will be even greater."
Xu Qingluo glanced at Fakong.
Fakong said: "Okay, don't make blind guesses, just watch."
"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo smiled with crooked eyes.
"I'll go take a look again." Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.
"Uncle Lin also found it boring." Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "This scene is almost over, right?"
Fakong nodded.
After a while, Lin Feiyang appeared again: "This time it's Prince Yi's Mansion... I just don't want to go to Prince Yi's Mansion."
He looked at Faning: "It seems that Prince Xin is indeed not favored and is not ranked high."
Faning hurriedly said: "Prince Xin is the admiral of the Nine Sects."
Lin Feiyang shook his head: "The emperor doesn't like him, but he still has to use him. After all, Prince Xin has gained experience in the army since childhood."
He looked at Fa Kong.
Fakong shook his head: "Don't guess what the emperor is thinking, it's time to have breakfast."
"Let's go eat." Lin Feiyang stopped running out to watch, and felt that it was not interesting anymore.
It's just a secret spy searching for the Kunshan Holy Cult in one palace after another. It was interesting at first, but it became boring after a lot of time.
When a group of people arrived at Guanyun Tower, it turned out that Guanyun Tower was like boiling water and people were talking about it.
All the topics are about the Shenwu Mansion surrounding the prince's palace to capture secret spies. Everyone knows which prince's mansion has several secret spies.
While Fakong and the others were eating, news kept coming in.
Those who ate at Guanyun Tower were either rich or noble, and their servants kept passing news in, and the speed of passing news was not inferior to that of Lin Feiyang.
Later, people began to comment and compare which palace had several secret spies. They found that Prince Yi's Palace and Prince Ying's Palace had the most, and the remaining palaces were getting fewer and fewer. Some palaces even had no secret spies at all, such as Prince Xin's Palace.
People suddenly became excited.
What does the number of secret spies indicate?
These princes are all princes, and there must be a future emperor among them. Which prince has the greatest possibility.
This can be seen from the number of these secret spies.
What surprised people was that one of the princes, King Gu, actually had eight secret spies.
Could it be that this Prince Gu, who is secretive and invisible, is actually the real prince who is most likely to become the emperor?
Fakong's brows moved slightly when he heard this.
He now knows all the princes in Shenjing very well, as well as all the kings with different surnames and senior officials.
This is mostly due to Ning Zhenzhen.
Ning Zhenzhen had a photographic memory. During those days, he read files and took the opportunity to collect a lot of information about various forces in the DPRK and various princes. He often told him about it when they met.
It's the same now.
Ning Zhenzhen usually reads files and collects information from all parties when he is on duty, and practices martial arts when he is off duty. He is extremely regular.
When they meet, they will choose some important things to tell Fakong.
Previously, there was no one in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple specifically responsible for collecting information, but now Lin Feiyang is in charge.
Lin Feiyang likes to inquire about news. If he hears any news, he will talk about it during dinner and everyone will discuss it.
Or I usually hear some news when I eat at Guanyun Tower.
In addition, if Fakong goes for a walk in the city, he will also hear some.
But these messages are all folk gossip and are not authoritative enough. The one who is truly authoritative and more secretive is Ning Zhenzhen.
But Ning Zhenzhen is a woman after all, so it's not appropriate to come to Vajra Temple often.
Guanyun Tower is like boiling, and the liveliness is ten times more than usual. Whether you know someone or not, everyone wants to exchange opinions with each other.
Fa Kong, Fan Ning and Lin Feiyang ate in silence, just listening with their ears perked up.
There was some news that Lin Feiyang hadn't even heard about, but they all listened to it with great interest.
Three cobblers are like Zhuge Liang. Many people have unique opinions and perspectives on problems, which Fakong finds very inspiring.
Just at this moment, the stairs shook "thumb, thump, thump."
People stopped talking and looked over.
Four young men in purple strode upwards with majestic and arrogant looks, and their aura was as fierce as four unsheathed swords.
They reached the upper floor and glanced around.
People avoided their razor-sharp gazes.
His eyes were full of cold murderous intent, as if he was about to draw his sword and kill someone at any moment, as if the evil star was reincarnated.
The people upstairs are either rich or noble. I really don't want to take this risk and won't push myself. I just avoid their eyes and still look at them curiously.
"Shenwu Mansion!"
Someone whispered softly.
Eight eyes looked over.
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe. Seeing his gaze, he quickly turned his back and picked up a glass of wine to try to calm down.
Shenwu Mansion is not an ordinary infantry yamen, it is much more arrogant and unscrupulous in its actions.
Ba Dao looked away.
Fakong looked up at the four Shenwu Palace disciples opposite him and recognized two of them, Fan Chenguang and Zhao Jiping.
When the two of them saw Fa Kong sitting at the table by the window, their eyes suddenly lit up. They strode forward in a hurry, stopped three meters away, and saluted together: "Master Fa Kong."
Fakong stood up and titheed, smiled and nodded.
Among the eight eyes, four were respectful and excited, while the other four were inquiring, extremely curious and full of doubts about Fa Kong being so young.
"Master, I finally found you!" Fan Chenguang said, "We are here to ask for something."
Fa Kong sighed.
The Shenwu Mansion came to find him. The last time he asked for help in tracking him, he refused. Now that he is being approached again, it must be up to no good.
Fan Chenguang said respectfully: "Several junior fellow apprentices were seriously injured and there is no cure. We can only turn to the master for help!"
Fakong nodded slowly.
"Are they those who were injured while chasing the secret spies?" Lin Feiyang interrupted, shaking his head and saying, "It's quite miserable."
Fan Chenguang nodded: "I hope Master will have mercy."
At this time, the street downstairs suddenly became loud and noisy.
Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang opened the window and looked outside.
Sixteen stretchers appeared on Zhuque Avenue. They were made of wooden boards and covered with thick mattresses. On the mattress lay a young man in a purple robe with blood all over his body.
These young men in purple robes were all miserable. Some had beating hearts exposed on their chests, some had ribs exposed, and one even had no flesh and blood on his forehead, leaving only a white skull, which looked horrifying.
From time to time, people watching the fun on both sides bent over and vomited, or rushed out and did not dare to watch anymore.
Zhou Yang and Xu Qingluo's eyes widened.
Lin Feiyang turned his head to take a look and shook his head: "What a tragedy!"
Fan Chenguang bowed deeply and said, "I heard that the master's mantra is so wonderful that it can make the impossible possible. I hope the master can save them!"
Zhao Jiping said in a deep voice: "Master, they all stood up to block their companions and were injured. They should not end up waiting to die."
People looked at Fakong curiously, and then at the four people from the Shenwu Mansion.
"It's so long!" Someone suddenly shouted in pain below.
A young man in purple robe could not hold on and breathed his last.
Fan Chenguang's eyes were slightly red.
This kind of powerlessness, the feeling of watching the death of your companions is too painful, and you will have endless hatred for yourself, feeling that you are too incompetent.
The people watching on Zhuque Avenue also sighed.
These people from the Shenwu Mansion were indeed arrogant, but it was a pity to die like this. They were all heroic and had a bright future.
Fakong shook his head and sighed, forming a seal with his hands.
A rejuvenation spell fell immediately.
A jade bottle appeared in the sky, pouring down a waterfall of nectar, and fell on the young men in purple robes who were lying down.
"What a long! What a long!" Excited shouts rang out.