Chu Yu came to the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple for the second time and met Fakong.
Fakong is playing with three turtle shells.
Chu Ling brought these three turtle shells from the secret treasury of the Forbidden Palace. When Chu Ling handed them to him, he said with great disdain that it was not the Qintian Prison that had turtle shells, but there were many in the Forbidden Palace.
Fakong did not refuse and accepted directly.
Unexpectedly, these turtle shells are not vulgar objects or ordinary things.
A turtle shell allowed him to see four years into the future, which was equivalent to extending his clairvoyance by one year.
This is an incredible effect.
A year's difference sometimes makes a world of difference.
There is also a piece that makes his clairvoyance more flexible and responsive.
If the clairvoyance is like a search engine, then this turtle shell will increase the speed of the Internet. As soon as you search, the results will be displayed immediately, which is much faster than before.
There is also a turtle shell. When the gPu is upgraded, the resolution is also increased several times, making the picture presented clearer and more delicate.
Each of these three turtle shells has its own unique uses and is really rare.
Think about it, how can the turtle shell hidden in the secret vault of the Forbidden Palace be an ordinary turtle? It is not surprising that the turtle shell has magical powers.
Fakong put the three turtle shells into his sleeves, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Chu, why do you have time to come over? What a distinguished guest."
Chu Yu hasn't been here for a long time.
Chu Yu came to sit opposite him with a smile: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall unless I have anything to do. If I have anything to do, I'll come over and ask Fakong you."
Xu Qingluo came over lightly and presented a cup of tea.
Chu Yu smiled and thanked him.
Xu Qingluo left lightly again.
"Is it because of the prince's gray hair?"
"Can father's white hair disappear?"
"This is not difficult. With your master's cultivation, you can recover slowly with practice." Fakong shook his head: "The key is to adjust your state of mind."
"What's the reason?" Chu Yu asked: "My father is mysterious and keeps it secret."
"Do you think I can say it?" Fakong smiled.
Chu Yu looked at him and sighed: "Forget it, I didn't ask!... As long as it can be cured, mother and concubine will be relieved. Father, he doesn't have any other problems, right?"
Fakong smiled and said: "Don't worry, the prince is very strong, and the great master is not so easy to get sick."
"It's not so easy for the Grand Master to have gray hair." Chu Yu snorted.
He was extremely curious about what Chu Xiang was doing, but no matter how he asked, it was useless, and his mother-in-law didn't say a word.
Fakong said: "Brother Chu, your cultivation has greatly improved recently, but you haven't met Miss Fan?"
"No." Chu Yu shook his head.
Fakong smiled.
"What are you laughing at?!" Chu Yu snorted.
Fakong smiled and said: "It seems that Brother Chu, you have finally come out."
The last time he mentioned Fan Ningyu, although Chu Yu appeared calm, he was actually excited and in a state of mind, but now he is calm.
This means that he has completely come out and has no strong feelings for Fan Ningyu anymore.
It's natural for feelings to fade.
Even a loving couple will turn from love to love after not seeing each other for a long time, not to mention that the two of them are not together, it is just Chu Yu's wishful thinking.
Chu Yu said: "I walked out a long time ago, it's okay. I was stupid at the time, after all, I was young."
Fa Kong smiled and nodded.
Chu Yu waved his hand and said, "Why are you telling a monk this? You don't know anyway."
Fakong laughed: "Brother Chu, I am a monk and I don't understand the personal relationships between children, but I know people's hearts."
"Humph." Chu Yu disagreed.
Fakong is a monk, no matter how talented he is, he cannot fall in love.
Although he failed to pursue Fan Ningyu, he still fell in love with her and knew the taste of love.
Fakong smiled and said: "Actually, I know Brother Chu that you won't be stuck for too long. Think about it, I liked Junior Sister Ning back then."
Chu Yu coughed lightly and looked unnatural.
I was indeed frivolous at first.
Now that I look at it, I feel that I was really out of my mind.
Although Ning Zhenzhen is not a wealthy person, even though he is just a Sicheng of the Green Clothes Department, he is pure and pure, possessing extraordinary abilities, so it is impossible for him to think highly of him.
"It seems like I haven't seen Miss Ning for a while."
"She is now a secret agent of the Department of Green Clothes."
"Going to Dayong?"
"...Don't think about seeing her in a short time." Fakong smiled and said: "You have advanced very quickly in cultivation, which is not bad."
"That's not bad." Chu Yu snorted: "Your disciples are better than me."
When he saw Xu Qingluo just now, he was shocked to find that her cultivation was much better than his own.
Is this the gap in qualifications?
How old is Xu Qingluo and how long has she been practicing?
Fakong smiled and said: "Your qualifications are not as good as hers, and there is nothing to say."
He spoke directly to Chu Yu, there was no need to be tactful.
Chu Yu snorted: "Qualifications are so abominable!...Fakong, I want to go to the Diamond Temple."
"Um?"
"Go to your medicine valley and retreat for a while."
"Is it different in the palace?" Fakong said.
Prince Xin's Mansion is a rare quiet place. All the secrets and spies are kept clean, and there are no distractions.
If you want to go into seclusion, staying in Prince Xin's Mansion is enough.
"It's different." Chu Yu said: "You can't be completely quiet, isolated from the world, and cut off all worldly ties."
Fakong looked him up and down.
Chu Yu said: "I want to cut off the worldly ties and focus on practicing martial arts. What's wrong with that?"
Fakong's eyes suddenly became dark.
Chu Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to turn around and run away.
After a while, Fakong said slowly: "It is true that there is a deviation in the practice,... your state of mind is not right,... let's just say, don't practice for a while, just go and have fun."
"Did your practice go astray?"
"Don't practice Kung Fu within a month." Fakong said: "After a month, you will find that you are better than you who practice Kung Fu."
"...Okay." Chu Yu could only nod: "If I don't practice for a month, if I go out to play, I really don't know where to go."
Fakong laughed heartily.
Chu Yu is a master of eating, drinking and having fun, but he actually said he didn't know where to go.
"I've played all over Shenjing, and I'm tired of it." Chu Yu said, "How about looking for something exciting and going to Tianjing?"
Fakong smiled and said: "If your identity is revealed, I don't know how many people want to kill you or kidnap you."
"...Okay." Chu Yu said, "Then let's have some fun in Shenjing."
The two were chatting, and the sound of the round lamp sounded: "Abbott, someone outside sent a letter."
"Bring it over."
"yes."
Yuan Deng handed a letter to Fa Kong.
Fakong took it out to take a look, smiled and shook his head.
Chu Yu looked at the letter curiously.
"Tan Qiuhan from the Tianhai Sword Sect invited me to compete in a sword competition," Fakong said.
"Let me take a look." Chu Yu said hurriedly.
Fakong shook his head.
Chu Yu said: "Are you not sure you can beat him? Who is this Tan Qiuhan?"
"We are still sure of winning, but it's just not appropriate to take you with us. Your level is too low. If you go, you won't be able to bear it, and you will also have mental barriers." Fakong said.
Martial arts experience and knowledge do not mean that the sooner you gain experience, the better. Sometimes, if you gain experience and knowledge early, it can be a big trouble.
If you witness a Grand Master taking action too early, it may create a psychological shadow and make it difficult to become a Grand Master again.
Of course, sometimes, seeing a great master take action actually helps to become a great master.
The same thing, if it happens at different times and timings, will produce completely different results.
Chu Yu said helplessly: "I'm not even qualified to watch the fun."
Fakong smiled and said: "Then just practice hard."
"If I want to practice, I have to take a month off."
"If your cultivation heart is too ardent and your inner fire is too strong, it will harm your body." Fakong said with a smile, "You may even become obsessed with it."
"Okay, then be careful." Chu Yu said, "I'm leaving."
After Chu Yu left, Fakong took out a piece of spirit tortoise shell.
He looked around with his Ning Yun Heavenly Eyes and thought secretly, what if he didn't need the Sky-Destroying Divine Palm?
What would happen if you didn't cut off his sword directly, but just used sword strikes?
The mirror created by the tortoise armor showed the two people fighting each other. This time, he did not cut off Tan Qiuhan's sword directly.
The sword light between the two men was like clear water, cool and peaceful, with no hint of murderous intent.
Fakong looked at it for a moment and closed his eyes.
He replayed the action at that time in his mind and studied Tan Qiuhan's moves.
While cracking it, he also incorporated its essence into his own swordsmanship.
He got into the Kalachakra Tower and burned for three days.
After exiting the Kalachakra Tower, he looked at the Spirit Turtle Armor again.
In the Spirit Turtle Armor, the situation of taking action this time is different.
After a while, he closed his eyes again and replayed it in his mind, taking the essence and integrating it into his own swordsmanship.
After a while, he entered the Kalachakra Tower again.
After coming out, look at the tortoise shell.
After repeating this five times, his smile gradually widened and he became confident.
He looked up at the sky, then it flashed and disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, he appeared on the top of Nantian Peak.
Tan Qiuhan, dressed in a green shirt, was already standing in front of Nantian Gate.
Tan Qiuhan is tall and tall, with slender arms and slender hands.
He has a square face and extraordinary facial features.
He pursed his lips tightly, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes showed arrogance: "Master Fakong, you are late."
Fakong has heard this sentence several times in the turtle shell. He doesn't want to hear it anymore, so he directly draws his sword out of its sheath: "Daxue Mountain Vajra Temple, Fakong, please enlighten me."
"...Tianhai Sword Sect, Tan Qiuhan." Seeing him like this, Tan Qiuhan said no more and slowly unsheathed his sword.
Fakong said calmly: "If you, Donor Tan, lose, will there be stronger masters coming to kill me?"
"……Won't."
Fakong smiled: "You really can't? Don't you have to kill me?"
"I still keep my word."
"Then please."
"laugh!"
"laugh!"
The sword light from the two of them poured together like clear water.
…
After twelve moves, Fakong returned the sword to its sheath, smiled and said, "Almsgiver Tan, this poor monk takes his leave."
He disappeared in a flash.
Tan Qiuhan stood there in shock, his expression changing.
There are several people standing on the mountain peak not far away, looking here from a distance.
They saw every move and style clearly.
Fakong's swordsmanship didn't seem subtle at first glance, but it was surprisingly powerful. He defeated Tan Qiuhan simply and calmly.
All Tan Qiuhan's exquisite moves seem to have become complicated and redundant.
Ning Haiping fell next to Tan Qiuhan: "Uncle Tan, Fakong has won."
"Yes." Tan Qiuhan was still immersed in the swordsmanship just now, and said absently: "We win."
"We really don't want revenge?" Ning Haiping frowned.
You know, they have lost too many masters to Fakong. This is a blood debt, how can they give up?
Tan Qiuhan glanced at him lightly.
Ning Hai was stunned.
The hairs on my hair stood up uncontrollably, like falling into an ice cellar.
Tan Qiuhan snorted: "I don't know how high the sky is, but you can deal with him? Stupid!"
"Yes." Ning Haiping cupped his fists and bowed.
Tan Qiuhan said: "Still looking for him? Do you think there are not enough people dead?"