Xu Qingluo was already a master at this time, and Fakong was surprised to see it.
The fact that I was able to become a great master in such a short period of time is all thanks to the Kalachakra Pagoda and the Medicine Buddha statue.
My real cultivation time is not so short.
But Xu Qingluo didn't have this, and she still became a master a year later, which was more than twenty times faster than a normal person's cultivation speed.
Compared to herself, Xu Qingluo can be regarded as a real genius.
Fakong knew why she was so fast, it was the Fetal Breath Sutra of the Void.
The Void Breathing Sutra is the secret scripture of Bailian Temple, and Bailian Temple was once the top temple in Dayong.
But it seems that I have never heard of how fast the disciples of Bailian Temple can practice.
Obviously, this is a unique cultivation method that Xu Qingluo found on her own, and it may be a cultivation method that is only suitable for her.
At least he tried to let Medicine Buddha practice it, but it was not as effective as practicing it once with Medicine Buddha and ten times or even a hundred times by himself.
This is obviously a matter of personal constitution, as well as the fit with the Void Fetal Breathing Meridian.
He took a closer look at the young man who was chasing Xu Qingluo, and he didn't recognize him, but he was also a master in cultivation and was about the same speed as Xu Qingluo.
Unfortunately, because the viewing time of his heavenly eye is limited, he cannot see the rest after seeing half of it.
He shook his head, looked at Xu Qingluo again while eating dinner, and saw the ending of the young man chasing Xu Qingluo.
But it was the handsome young man who was killed by Xu Qingluo.
Xu Qingluo's sword was extremely fast. She pierced the handsome young man between the eyebrows and killed him with one strike.
Xu Qingluo's expression was indifferent. After drawing the sword, she shook it lightly. She also took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the tip of the sword. With a slight shake, the silk handkerchief turned into powder and spread with the wind, and then returned the sword.
Return to the sheath.
After seeing it, Fakong shook his head helplessly.
Xu Qingluo learned her own moves to a tenth and was able to kill people more neatly than herself.
I really don't know what to say.
"Master, what's wrong with me?"
Xu Qingluo saw that the sky had been staring at her. At first, it was still a bright golden light. Later, when she withdrew her magical power and her eyes returned to normal, she looked even weirder, which made her feel confused.
The small courtyard is brightly lit.
After Xu Qingluo served Fakong tea, she sat opposite him.
Fakong shook his head: "What are you practicing recently?"
"It's the Little Arhat Boxing." Xu Qingluo said: "There is also the Taiyin Small Forming Refining, but the Taiyin Minor Forming Refining is almost completed. Isn't it too fast?"
She was vaguely worried.
I seem to have heard Zhou Yu say that once the Taiyin Small Form Refining is completed, the appearance and body will be fixed and will not change.
Time can no longer change your appearance.
So now, she doesn't dare to practice the Taiyin Small Formation anymore, for fear that if she completes it now, her body will remain in its current state and she won't grow up.
That's the real tragedy.
Fakong nodded: "It's a bit too fast,... let's practice swordsmanship instead, and then we can finish it."
"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo nodded quickly.
"There is another way."
"Master, what can I do?"
"Disable Taiyin's small refining and practice again after a while." Fakong looked at her with a smile.
Xu Qingluo was startled. She didn't expect that there was such a way. She rolled her eyes and said, "Master, is this okay?"
Fakong nodded: "I taught you the Taiyin Small Refining Form so early. It is calculated based on the normal speed. I want you to practice the Taiyin Small Refining Form around the age of eighteen. This is already considered fast. Your current cultivation speed is too fast.
, will lead to premature exercise, so it is no longer suitable to practice the Taiyin Small Formation. It is better to wait a few years and start practicing again when you are eighteen years old."
"...Okay." Xu Qingluo said helplessly: "But master, if I abolish the Taiyin Small Refining Form, will I become ugly?"
"No." Fakong shook his head.
Xu Qingluo sighed, looked worried, and touched her face.
Fakong laughed: "How old are you?"
"Master, although I am not big, I still love beauty."
"Don't worry, it really doesn't work out. You still have some magical power to make yourself beautiful."
"Hey, that's true." Xu Qingluo's big eyes suddenly lit up.
Fakong's words opened up her horizons and thinking.
Her big eyes blinked and flashed, and she fell into high-speed thinking, obviously inspired by a burst of inspiration.
Fakong shook his head.
I hope she won't be like those who had plastic surgery in her previous life, changing herself all over the place. Today she looks one way and tomorrow she looks different.
The next few days were uneventful.
Fa Kong fell into a rare state of peace and tranquility, with no one disturbing him.
Chu Ling was grounded and has not been able to come out yet.
Li Ying was also busy with her own work and did not come to ask for help.
Ning Zhenzhen goes there every night to drink tea and chat for a while, but nothing major happens.
Most of what the two talked about was about the Southern Supervision Department.
The outer courtyard of Vajra Temple was peaceful and peaceful, but there was a storm outside, especially the Southern Supervisory Department, which stole the show.
Prince Duan is full of courage, and as expected by Fakong, he has opened the door to convenience. Anyone who wants to join the Southern Supervisory Department can be admitted as long as their cultivation level reaches the master level.
As a result, more and more martial arts masters poured into Shenjing.
With the entry of these martial arts masters, Shenjing was indeed a little confused at first.
However, as the strength of the Southern Inspectorate increased greatly, the number of Southern Inspectorate guards who maintained order on the streets increased, and the situation in Shenjing improved rapidly, and later even returned to its previous state.
Nan Siwei was quickly recognized by the people of Shenjing, and felt that although they were not from a good background, they still behaved very well.
Nan Siwei's rules are very strict. He will not disturb the people, but will protect them. Any martial arts master who dares to attack the people will be hunted down by Nan Siwei.
When Fakong and Ning Zhenzhen were discussing, they were really impressed by King Duan's courage. It was really not easy to achieve this step.
That night, with a bright moon hanging high and shining brightly, Fakong appeared again in Ning Zhenzhen's small courtyard.
The two sat under the moonlight and drank tea.
"Senior Brother, look at it now, the Southern Supervision Department is a raging fire, extremely lively, and surprisingly powerful." Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "It's not as unpopular as you think, Senior Brother, and it can't last long."
Fakong shook his head: "On the contrary, I think it has gone too far now, it has expanded too fast, and it will cause endless trouble."
"Um?"
"Now we rely on the prestige of King Duan and the Emperor to suppress the entire Southern Supervisory Department, but once they become familiar with the rules, then..." Fakong shook his head: "These people who join the Southern Supervisory Department are not easy to tame.
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"Are they going to take advantage of this?"
"This is inevitable." Fakong said: "The Southern Supervisory Bureau wants to use them to deal with their sect. Of course they come here to deal with the Southern Supervisory Bureau and protect their own sect. How can they be alienated for a long time?"
Ning Zhenzhen said: "But now the Southern Supervision Department is extremely powerful, and now we only have one more beautiful appearance left."
Fakong nodded.
In the last battle to gain fame, Li Ying slapped her in the face, which disgraced the Southern Supervision Department.
Now that people have almost forgotten about it, the Southern Supervision Bureau must be thinking of making another big case and publicizing it again.
He asked: "What case will we handle this time?"
"As far as I know, I'm chasing a lewd thief." Ning Zhenzhen frowned.
As a woman, she hates prostitutes and thieves the most.
Almost everyone hates adulterers, especially families with daughters, who hate them the most.
When women hear about an adulterer, they will feel uncomfortable all over and want to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "This time, masters from various sects from all over the country came to Shenjing. There was a mixture of fish and dragons, and many evil figures were also mixed in."
"They actually came to Shenjing to commit trouble?" Fakong shook his head: "I'm afraid they are tired of living."
There are four major infantry yamen in Shenjing, as well as the Shenwu Mansion, and the green-clad internal affairs department. They can be said to be full of masters.
For those evil masters, Shenjing is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
"This is also a good place to build a reputation." Ning Zhenzhen said: "Especially many evil masters are very eager for fame."
Fakong nodded: "The thief was never found this time?"
"Excellent light skills, traceless actions." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head and said: "This was originally a case belonging to the internal department, but it was snatched away by the Southern Supervision Department."
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
"Now the Southern Supervision Department is becoming more and more powerful. Originally, the most hated prince was Prince Xin, but now, the most hated prince in Shenjing is Prince Duan." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head and said, "He really doesn't give himself a damn.
Leave a little way out, risk everything, and do anything for the Southern Supervision Department!"
"This is too much." Fakong said: "Isn't it possible that the green-clad undercover officer can't do anything to them?"
"It is said that the lawsuit was all brought to the emperor. In the end, the emperor still supported Prince Duan and handed the case to the Southern Supervision Department, but asked the Southern Supervision Department to catch the adulterer within three days."
"Within three days..." Fakong shook his head and said, "This is because the emperor asked him to retreat in the face of difficulties. How can he catch up within three days?"
If we can catch up within three days, it won't be the Southern Supervision Department's turn to come out to snatch it, and it may have already been caught up.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "But Prince Duan is full of confidence and accepted this mission."
"It's really..." Fakong shook his head. He stared at the direction of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Junior sister, I want to go back to the Vajra Temple first. I'll stop here tonight. I won't be back in the next two days.
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Ning Zhenzhen nodded and did not hold back. He just said: "It's good to go, senior brother."
Fa Kongheshi nodded lightly, and then disappeared in a flash.
Ning Zhenzhen was thoughtful.
Why did senior brother suddenly change his mind and leave in a hurry, as if he was hiding from someone? Is there anyone else that senior brother is afraid of now?
Apart from the Emperor, Senior Brother Fakong seems to have nothing to fear.
At this time, outside the Vajra Temple, three old men in black robes were standing quietly outside the temple gate, bathed in the moonlight and motionless.
After a while, Zhao Guangfei, who was in charge, said in a deep voice: "Let's knock on the door."
The other two old men in black robes nodded.
Zhao Guangfei came closer, but before he could knock, the door slowly opened.
Zhao Guangfei smiled and thought it was a good sign, so he titheed.
Yuan Deng opened the door and found that they had different expressions. He smiled and bowed, and asked the three distinguished historians for advice.
When I heard their request, I suddenly became embarrassed.
"Why, we can't see Master Fakong anymore. Isn't Master Fakong's arrogance too big?" Zhao Guangfei said in a deep voice.
The old Hakka smiled hurriedly and said helplessly: "It's not that I can't see you, it's that the abbot is no longer in Shenjing and has returned to Jingang Temple."