"Brother Xu, come to my place for a drink." Fakong said: "Qingluo is now working as a peripheral guard in Prince Ming's Mansion. She needs experience. You can also teach her experience."
"Qing Luo as a guard?" Xu Zhijian said with a smile, "It's hard for her."
Xu Qingluo is so arrogant, how can she be someone else's protector?
Is it difficult to hold it in?
In his opinion, there are two most important things to do as a guard.
One is talent, with keen insight and keen awareness of danger.
This kind of talent is very difficult to cultivate.
If it were that easy, there would be too many good guards in the world.
But the reality is that there are many masters in the world, but good guards are rare, even rare.
Among the masters he met, none fit the bill.
There are many people with sufficient talent, but why don't any of them meet the requirements? It's because of the second condition.
The second condition is to have enough self-cultivation and Qi-nurturing skills.
Guards often have to protect a certain big shot, but big shots often behave differently than ordinary people and will not listen to guards.
It's obviously dangerous, but even if the guard warns him earnestly, the other party will still do it. He is stupidly self-righteous and puts himself completely in the most dangerous environment.
At this time, as a guard, his mood must be broken, angry, and crazy, but he can't have an attack.
And you have to stay calm, even in such intense emotions, and stay alert and respond to dangers.
He currently sees no one among the guards who can do this.
Fakong smiled and said, "She did it with gusto."
"Impossible." Xu Zhijian shook his head.
For Xu Qingluo, the first one is not a problem, but the second one is. How could Xu Qingluo endure it?
Fakong smiled and said: "She will be back tonight, just ask her."
"Okay." Xu Zhijian agreed readily.
Chu Xiuxiu said: "Senior brother, senior brother Fakong, I want to go back and collect more news about Yeyue Sect."
"Junior Sister Chu," Xu Zhijian said with a solemn expression, "Check carefully, I always feel uneasy about them."
"Okay." Chu Xiuxiu smiled.
Xu Zhijian stared at her.
Chu Xiuxiu had a look of helplessness on her face and said coquettishly: "Senior brother, I will do my best and won't do anything perfunctory!"
Xu Zhijian smiled.
Since Junior Sister Chu came to the outer courtyard, she has shown her unique talent in collecting and analyzing information.
From some inconspicuous news, amazing details and truths can be analyzed. The ocean can be seen in a drop of water, and autumn can be seen in a leaf.
This kind of ability is really admirable, and I am ashamed of myself.
I'm afraid it's only comparable to green radish.
When the two returned to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, the temple was already brightly lit, like daytime, or even brighter than daylight.
The two came to the abbot's courtyard.
The yard was brighter, and Xu Qingluo was wiping the wooden table and placing the wooden blocks with a serious expression, as if placing the wooden blocks in the correct position was a very important matter.
Seeing Fakong and Xu Zhijian coming in together, Xu Qingluo's serious and tight face immediately burst into a smile: "Master Xu."
Xu Zhijian smiled and asked her how it felt to be a guard.
Xu Qingluo, as light as a butterfly, first brought a jar of fine wine, then four plates of side dishes to go with the wine, then patted open the seal and filled it up for the two of them herself.
After Xu Zhijian and Fakong had a drink together, Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Uncle, I actually think it's very strange."
"Huh?" Xu Zhijian stopped his glass and looked at her.
Xu Qingluo said: "Why don't these guys rush over in annoyance? They have to rush in one after another. It seems to have been agreed that you will go up first, and I will go up later."
Xu Zhijian frowned and said, "Why do you think that is?"
Xu Qingluo said: "I think they are asking for directions. They intend to find out the reality of our guards."
Xu Zhijian nodded slowly: "It makes sense, it makes sense."
Fakong smiled.
Xu Qingluo said: "Master, isn't it right?"
"They are not as complicated as you think, and they are not as self-sacrificial as you think. They will not find a way for others. On the contrary, they all want to take credit for themselves." Fakong said.
Xu Qingluo frowned, thoughtfully.
Fakong said: "Whoever can assassinate Prince Ming will receive a heavy reward from the Dayun court. This is by no means an ordinary reward. It is likely to be a secret manual of martial arts, which will definitely make them fight to the death."
"Then they won't unite?"
"Once they unite, I'm afraid the intensity of the rewards will be different, and more importantly, they are both rivals and cannot trust each other. When the time comes, they will blame each other or even hold each other back... They think it is better to do it themselves."
"There is still a way." Xu Qingluo said: "You can find a third party to supervise. If there is a pair of eyes watching, you can determine the credit and fault, and they will be honest."
Fakong shook his head and said: "What's more important is that they actually look down on us Daqian and Dayong."
The masters of various sects in the Dayun Wulin have a condescending attitude and are extremely arrogant. How can they join forces?
They won't join forces even if they die.
"Master, so you don't have to worry about them?"
"On the contrary, you should be careful," Fakong said: "The people who come to assassinate you will become stronger and stronger. Although the people in front have no intention of throwing stones to ask for directions, in fact they have achieved the effect of throwing stones to ask for directions. The people behind you will figure out who you are."
After the truth is revealed, we will be more targeted and find ways to restrain you, either through martial arts cultivation or strange secret techniques."
Xu Zhijian said: "Qingluo, the Dayun Wulin looks down on our Daqian, not because they are frivolous or arrogant, but because they have a basis for it."
Xu Qingluo said: "Uncle, are their cultivation and martial arts stronger than our Da Gan?"
"Exactly." Xu Zhijian said: "Never underestimate the masters of Dayun Wulin!"
"Yes." Xu Qingluo nodded solemnly.
Fakong winked at Xu Qingluo.
Xu Qingluo understood it and said with a smile: "Uncle, is there anything else I should pay attention to? I am a very ignorant guard."
"The way of protection is not simply to use martial arts to protect each other. There are many subtleties in it..." Xu Zhijian suddenly started talking non-stop.
Xu Qingluo helped him refill the wine from time to time, listened with great interest, and asked questions from time to time, which even touched Xu Zhijian's itch.
Fakong listened in admiration.
Xu Zhijian has rich experience, not only traveling to study various sects, but also working in various walks of life.
Among them, he worked as a guard for three years and accumulated rich experience.
In the early morning of the next day, after having dinner, Fakong walked around the city and saw that the Shenjing City was gradually returning to calm.
The three departments jointly sorted it out, and the results gradually appeared.
After walking around for a while, he came to the outer courtyard of Guangming Holy Sect, found Xu Zhijian, and then headed to Meng Qinghe's courtyard together.
When the two of them were walking on the road, Xu Zhijian complained that Fa Kong was taking too long and it was too late.
The sun was rising so high, what if those guys came to the door but they didn't arrive, and Meng Qinghe and the others had been killed when they arrived, and all they saw were their bodies, what would they do?
Fakong smiled and shook his head, laughing at him because he was concerned and confused.
He said he didn't believe it or not, but in his heart he was still worried about Meng Qinghe and the others and wanted to save them.
Xu Zhijian quickly denied it.
The two arrived outside the house. Fa Kong knocked on the door. Meng Qinghe opened the door and invited them into the yard.
It's already half morning.
Fakong saw five women sitting in the small pavilion, looking at Fakong and Kong longingly, their expressions not very good.
Obviously, they didn't have a good rest last night. They might be excited, excited, or worried and afraid.
Didn't even eat in the morning.
After Fakong sat down, he smiled and said: "Actually, there is no need to be so nervous, it's just twelve nights."
Meng Qinghe said: "Master..."
Fakong nodded lightly and said, "I know what you mean, Miss Meng. You said they are not easy to mess with, right?"
"...Yes." Meng Qinghe said: "They are especially good at escape techniques and are almost impossible to kill. Especially if they are cornered, they will also die together. Be careful."
Fakong said: "If you use the secret technique of dying together on them, it will be a failure. Don't worry, they have no chance."
"...Yes." Meng Qinghe looked at the sky, the clouds were calm, and the wind was gentle. He didn't care much at all. His heart was burning with anxiety, but there was nothing he could do.
She knew that at this time, she should not rush to persuade him, otherwise the more she persuaded him, the more angry he would be, and he would become more relaxed as a result.
Xu Zhijian said: "Miss Meng, don't worry."
Meng Qinghe forced a smile, her charming face was full of anxiety, but she tried to hide it and stay calm.
Fakong said: "Miss Meng, you are all extremely qualified people. Unfortunately, your state of mind has been broken by them, so you are so anxious. They are not as scary as you think."
"Monk Fakong..." One woman couldn't bear it any longer.
Fakong waved his hand: "They are coming."
He made a seal with his hands.
Xu Zhijian's face suddenly became solemn, he stood up and came to the north of the pavilion, while Fakong was on the south side of the pavilion.
Apparently, they were protected by one from the south and the other from the north.
However, they did not feel safe. Instead, their bodies trembled slightly, feeling inexplicable fear and inexplicable nervousness.
Fakong formed a seal with his hands and softly uttered each word from his mouth, but it was silent and they could not hear it.
At this time, six young men were walking along the alley.
They seemed to be walking casually, but they secretly formed a formation, with two walking in front, two walking behind, and two supporting each other in the middle.
Halfway through the alley, the six of them suddenly stopped, with one foot still in the air, like robots that had run out of power.
The black shadow flashed, and Lin Feiyang passed by them, sealing their acupuncture points.
Fu Qinghe floated down from the wall, lifted the six of them up at once, and floated over the wall to the yard.
He grabbed a young man's wrist with one hand, and then attracted the other two young men like a magnet attracting iron.
The faces of the six young men a hundred meters away changed drastically, and they were about to rush over, but they stopped abruptly and could not move.
Then Lin Feiyang passed by and sealed their acupuncture points.
Fu Qinghe arrived unexpectedly, and with three people in his hand, he also moved the six of them into the house.
Lin Feiyang landed next to Fu Qinghe, clapped his hands, looked at the twelve people who could not move and had fallen asleep, and said with a smile: "Clean and tidy."
He immediately shook his head: "It's just too fast and not enjoyable."
Fu Qinghe knew that he was showing off, so he didn't bother to respond and just stared at the twelve young people in front of him.
It is really unimaginable that these twelve young men with fine features in front of them are actually demons who kill innocent people and destroy families at every turn.