Song Qingping had a faint smile on her beautiful face: "Fakong, we meet again."
Fakong Heshi asked: "Donor Song, how are you doing?"
The last time they met was at Mingyue Temple. Fa Kong stood in the woods opposite Mingyue Temple and met her from a distance.
"I'm very good, but you're going to be in bad shape!"
"Destroying my medicine garden and hurting my junior brother, Benefactor Song is trying to force me to come back?"
Song Qingping took a step forward, her two peaks were proud, and she looked at Fa Kong condescendingly: "You still dare to show up, you are very courageous, do you think this is the Vajra Temple, and there are experts who can save you?"
She is slender and graceful, and the top of Fakong's head is level with her eyebrows.
"You shouldn't hurt my junior brother or destroy my medicine garden."
"You shouldn't have killed me, Senior Brother Gu!"
Fakong sighed and shook his head.
"Why are you pretending to be serious?!"
"Donor Song, do you think I can kill Donor Gu with my level of cultivation?...Don't let hatred blind you and let others use you as a sword."
He wanted to find out how Song Qingping knew.
Gu Xinxian's body was sent far away, and all traces were erased.
Only the three of them knew about killing him. The two women would never reveal it, and it was even less possible for him.
How do you know that?
"Ha!" Song Qingping let out a sarcastic sneer, squinting at him with contempt and disdain: "Fakong, I didn't expect you to be someone who dares to do something but dares not to do it. Aren't you monks from the Vajra Temple simple and honest? You are telling lies with your eyes open.
Still simple and honest? Ridiculous!”
"Donor Song," Fakong said calmly as if he didn't hear her sarcasm and contempt, "I heard that the disciples of Shenjian Peak were frank, and I wasn't just talking in vain, right? Then Donor Song, tell me how I killed Donor Gu?"
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Through Gu Xinxian's memory, we know that the relationship between Song Qingping and him is really average.
After all, one is in his forties and the other is in his twenties. Even if Song Qingping is a prodigy, Gu Xinxian will not rush to fawn over them. They are both sword masters, so who is not a prodigy.
Even before she became the master of the Phoenix Divine Sword, Gu Xinxian was cold and arrogant because of her beauty. He scolded her several times and didn't look good on her.
So the relationship really can't be called a good one.
Why on earth did Song Qingping insist on avenging Gu Xinxian, and why was she so enthusiastic about avenging him?
Does she want to make meritorious deeds, or is she trying to get the Ben Lei Divine Sword?
He winked at Lin Feiyang.
Lin Feiyang stared at Song Qingping, his eyes unblinking, his expression focused and serious.
Fa Kong shook his head secretly.
This guy is really unreliable.
"Ahem." He coughed lightly: "Lin Feiyang!"
Lin Feiyang waved his hand: "Don't interrupt, listen to what Miss Song has to say."
Song Qingping didn't even look at Lin Feiyang, her phoenix eyes only stared at Fakong, and said: "You really want me to say it?"
Fakong said: "With my level of cultivation, do you think I can really kill your senior brother? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"It's just a conspiracy!" Song Qingping felt sullen and gritted her neat white teeth: "Just pay for your life for Senior Brother Gu."
She pressed the hilt of the sword.
Why should I talk to a dead man? I am so confused!
Fakong raised his left palm and said, "Wait a minute, Lord Song."
Song Qingping didn't listen to him and slowly drew her sword.
"Donor Song still didn't tell me how I killed Senior Brother Ling." Fakong smiled and said, "Is it just a wild guess?"
"I understand." He showed admiration again, "Just find someone to kill. Even if you avenge Senior Brother Ling, there will be no proof of death anyway. Then go back to Divine Sword Peak and say it, and you will get the credit. I admire you!"
"Asshole!" Song Qingping scolded.
She couldn't hold back her anger any longer, so she drew her sword and stabbed him.
Fakong sighed: "Why bother?"
The tip of the sword was already close to his chest.
Lin Feiyang shouted hurriedly: "Hide!"
Faning also rushed over nervously, punching out the big demon-subduing fist, causing ripples in the air, and the power of the fist was astonishing.
"Ding!" Fakong spat out one word softly.
Song Qingping was stunned for a moment.
Fakong's right palm was tinged with gold, and he grabbed Song Qingping's long sword, and then pulled it. The Phoenix Divine Sword was immediately pulled into his hand and slipped into his sleeve.
The next moment, he took three steps back.
"Bang!" Faning punched Song Qingping in the back.
Song Qingping flew more than ten meters away and fell into the lake with a bang.
The water splashed everywhere, causing the fish to scatter.
Fan Ning's face was ugly, and the sword energy was so shocked that he wanted to vomit blood.
Lin Feiyang appeared next to Fakong, looking at the sparkling lake and watching a water column rising more than twenty meters into the air.
Above the water column is the exquisite and graceful Song Qingping.
There was a muffled "bang" sound and water droplets splashed everywhere.
Her green shirt bulged, shaking away the water droplets and drying it again, covering her graceful curves again.
Like a piece of feather floating leisurely two feet away from Fa Kong, her beautiful face is cold and her phoenix eyes are burning.
Fakong Heshi smiled: "Donor Song, I'm offended."
Song Qingping stared at him coldly: "Fakong, I finally know why Senior Brother Gu died in your hands."
This weird move is hard to guard against.
The vast and infinite power restrained him instantly, making him unable to struggle out.
She instantly thought of how Gu Xinxian died.
Senior Brother Gu's death must have been extremely painful.
Fakong smiled and asked in a warm voice: "Who on earth did Master Song hear that Senior Brother Ling died at the hands of a poor monk?"
"Fakong, do you think you did it flawlessly?"
"Also please ask Benefactor Song to clarify your doubts." Fakong made a gesture of listening attentively.
This is what he has always wanted to understand most.
He didn't understand, he felt awkward, uncomfortable and uninformed.
Song Qingping suddenly smiled, like a cold mountain melting or a silver bottle being broken. Her face lit up and caught people off guard: "Want to know?"
Fa Kong was on alert.
Song Qingping hooked her slender jade fingers: "Don't put it in the third ear, come closer."
Fakong smiled and took three steps closer.
Fan Ning and Lin Feiyang immediately stretched out their hands and raised their voices to stop them.
Song Qingping knew at first glance that she was not well-intentioned, and when she got closer, she wanted to take action and snatch her sword back.
Seeing him approaching, Song Qingping's smile became even brighter and her face was radiant: "You really dare to come over?"
"Who started the rumor?" Fakong calmly looked at her face close at hand.
Viewed from a close distance, her beauty is even more impactful, and the impact is enough to make people's hearts tremble and unable to control themselves.
Dharma's hollow heart is like still water, calm as before: "Please also ask the donor of Song Dynasty to clarify my doubts."
"It's me." Song Qingping's smile became brighter and brighter, overwhelming the watery Yuehua: "I saw that you were the one who killed Senior Brother Gu!"
She looked around with her slender jade arms, and her jade hands had already reached Fakong's shoulders: "Is it an accident?"
She spat out her palm force and sealed the Dharma hole.
"Brother!"
"Monk!"
Faning and Lin Feiyang exclaimed.
"Come here and I'll kill him!" Song Qingping's smile disappeared, and she looked as cold as an iceberg again, squinting at the two of them.
Fanning and Lin Feiyang's forward momentum came to an abrupt end.
Lin Feiyang couldn't help but stamp his feet: "Fakong, you're so obsessed with sex, it's so stupid to send it to your door!"
If it were him, he would never be able to take the initiative to move forward.
This beauty is very dangerous.
Faning was thoughtful.
He looked at the sky as calm as before, nothing unusual, and suddenly woke up. With the wisdom of Senior Brother Faning, how could he be fooled like this?
Fakong thought thoughtfully: "Donor Song, that's ridiculous!"
Song Qingping pressed Fakong's right shoulder, looked at Fakong's face with her phoenix eyes, and shook her head gently: "It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
At this time, Fakong was still stubborn and refused to admit it, which made her both disdainful and angry.
Fakong said: "How did Benefactor Song know that I killed Senior Brother Ling?"
"I found the body of Senior Brother Gu." Song Qingping sneered: "I found you through secret techniques."
Fa Kong frowned.
Song Qingping sneered: "Do you feel that you have handled it very cleanly, with no traces and a perfect fit?"
"What secret technique?"
Song Qingping suddenly reached out, grabbed his right wrist, reached out and touched it, but did not find her Phoenix Divine Sword.
Fakong smiled.
Song Qingping searched his whole body without hesitation, but still could not find the Phoenix Divine Sword, which disappeared under her nose.
Song Qingping bit her red lips.
If you lose the Phoenix Divine Sword, what if you kill Fakong?
Fakong smiled and asked: "Donor Song, what is the secret technique?"
Song Qingping stared at him coldly.
Fakong faced him with a smile.
"Where's the sword?"
"Where's the secret technique?"
"...Hand over the sword and I will tell you the secret technique."
"Not enough." Fakong shook his head gently.
Song Qingping put her jade hand on his heart and said coldly: "Is it enough, plus your life?"
Fa Kong smiled and said nothing.
Song Qingping slapped his right chest with her palm.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.
Fakong still smiled.
Song Qingping's palm strength is strange. The palm strength of this palm is like a nail driven into the ground, rather than backward.
He just didn't want Fa Kong to fly out and escape from his hands.
"Amitabha." Fa Kong's face was calm.
Song Qingping felt as if her palms were punched into the void. Her palms felt dislocated, and she felt empty and uncomfortable.
"The magical power of indestructibility?!"
Song Qingping's slender dark eyebrows frowned slightly and she rubbed her wrists.
Fortunately, I didn't use my full strength, otherwise, I could have dislocated my wrist by being caught off guard.
Fakong smiled: "What secret technique did Master Song use?"
His obsessive-compulsive disorder attacks.
If I don't ask the name of this secret technique, I will feel itchy.
Song Qingping stared at him coldly.
Fa Kong smiled in response.
"Bang!" Song Qingping slapped his heart again.
"What secret technique is it?"
"boom!"
"What secret technique is it?"
"boom!"
"Donor Song, why bother?" Fakong shook his head: "I just want a name."
"I won't say it!" Song Qingping bit her red lips, her face turned red, her blood was boiling and she was angry.