Chu Ling stood up and stretched, and her graceful figure appeared in front of him.
Fakong's expression remained motionless, as calm as water.
Chu Ling hummed: "I'm leaving to practice."
Fakong shook his head and smiled: "You..."
Chu Ling glanced at him and said, "What's wrong with me?"
"Why bother with all these little tricks?" Fakong said with a smile: "You don't want me to help, so why don't you ventilate it in advance and let me hide for a while?"
"You don't want to help anyway." Chu Ling snorted: "Leng Feiqiong may not miss your favor."
Fakong smiled and said, "I'm not helping her because of her."
"Father?" Chu Ling tilted her head and thought: "Do you want father to suppress Leng Feiqiong?... You are so cunning!"
She then smiled and said: "But you made a mistake. My father is very obedient to Leng Feiqiong. How could he help you suppress her?"
Fakong smiled: "Your Majesty understands the righteousness deeply."
"...Okay." Chu Ling couldn't refute.
It cannot be said that my father does not understand the righteousness, but no matter how well he understands the righteousness, it is still difficult for a hero to be a beauty.
It is obvious whether he prefers the woman he likes or Fa Kong. No matter how deeply my father understands the righteousness, it is useless.
Fa Kong smiled.
He was sure that the emperor would suppress Leng Feiqiong. He didn't want the Daxueshan Sect and Tianhai Sword Sect to get into trouble, so he gave the reason himself, and the emperor would not use it.
With the grace of saving his life, Leng Feiqiong has nothing to say, and the Tianhai Sword Sect has nothing to say. After saving your former leader, do you still want to pester him endlessly?
Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared: "Abbott, there is someone in the palace again."
Fakong said: "Come when you please."
Chu Ling pouted: "I'm here to ask for help again, my father is really enthusiastic!"
Fa Kong smiled and stretched out his hands.
Chu Ling snorted and fluttered to the pagoda garden.
There were two purple-lacquered coffins placed in the front yard of the Leng Mansion. The purple lacquer shone in the bright sunshine, and two people were lying inside the coffins.
The white cloth curtains were hung high and fluttering in the wind.
More than a dozen people stood in the vestibule, their faces gloomy and silent.
Leng Feiqiong, wearing a plain white Luo shirt, was squatting next to a coffin, arranging the shrouds of the middle-aged man lying in the coffin, her beautiful face shrouded in frost.
"Miss, Master Fakong has arrived." A maid came in lightly.
Leng Feiqiong said calmly: "Master, please come in."
"yes."
After a while, Fa Kong turned out from the screen wall and came to the vestibule. His purple and gold cassock shone with purple and gold light in the sunlight.
The emptiness of the Dharma combines with the tithe.
Leng Feiqiong stood up and looked at Fa Kong with clear eyes: "Master Fa Kong, I heard that your Great Light Mantra has the power of salvation."
Fa Kong nodded.
Leng Feiqiong said: "The two of them were killed by others. I'm afraid they can't rest in peace. Please ask the master to help."
Fa Kong nodded.
He didn't say much, he made a seal with his left hand, raised his right palm, and directed a ray of white light towards the two coffins, shrouding the two people in the two coffins in the white light.
Everyone's eyes narrowed slightly.
This is a real light, a real visible white light, which seems to be a bit more intense than the sun.
Under the white light, a ball of light slowly emerged from the heads of the two people, twisting and turning at a height of one meter, and finally turned into two little people.
The appearance of the villain is the same as that of the corpse lying below.
They calmly paid tithing to the Dharma sky, and then turned into two white lights soaring into the sky and shooting into the blue sky.
At first glance, it looks like two pillars of light penetrating the sky and the earth.
Fakong tithes them.
The memory beads of the two people have been suspended in the void of their minds, and they have gained a few merits, which is better than nothing.
He directly absorbed the memories of the two of them.
One is Song Yingxiong from the Wuliang Sword lineage, and the other is Fang Jinrui from the Lingxi Sword lineage. They are both great masters.
Through the memories of the two of them, he saw how powerful this swordsman was.
The sword was so light that it came down like thunder. It was incredibly fast. When the sword was used to block it, it only blocked the shadow of the sword.
Then everything in front of him began to flip, and darkness surged up to swallow him up. He knew nothing anymore, and fell into eternal darkness.
Fa Kong's eyes flashed.
This knife breaks through the eye's ability to capture, is incredibly fast, and more importantly, has the power to deceive the five senses.
Fa Kong was thoughtful.
The key to this sword is the intention of the sword.
The sword's intention is pure, powerful as thunder, and has the ability to deceive the five senses.
If you want to resist such sword skills, you have no choice but to have a higher level.
Those who are not as good as others have no luck at all.
It was actually lucky that only two great masters died this time. If he had no scruples, he might have killed everyone in this house.
Leng Feiqiong tithes: "Thank you, Master."
Fakong shook his head: "It's just a small effort. This matter is over. Let's say goodbye first."
He turned around and left.
Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, wait a moment."
Fakong looked at her.
Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, it's not too late to have a cup of tea before leaving."
Fa Kong looked at her.
Leng Feiqiong looked calm and could not tell anything.
"...Then I'm sorry for bothering you." Fakong agreed.
The two turned and entered the front hall.
The front hall is simply and elegantly decorated, with a moon-white floor and spotless floors. There are very few tables and chairs, and a landscape painting is hung on each of the three walls.
Fakong sat in a high-backed Taishi chair, while Leng Feiqiong sat in the main seat.
There is a large picture hanging on the wall directly north of her back, with the two characters "Gaoyuan" written on it.
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
Although these two big characters are not signed, Fakong can tell at a glance that they were written by Emperor Chu Xiong. They are powerful and meaningful, strong yet soft, and the spirit is flowing.
The two maids came in separately, served tea lightly, and then left. There were only two people in the hall, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Leng Feiqiong took a sip of tea, slowly put down the tea cup, raised her head and looked at Fakong: "You must have heard about it, right?"
"What did you hear?"
"About the swordsman."
Fakong shook his head.
Leng Feiqiong frowned and looked at him: "You don't know that a swordsman broke into my house last night?"
Fakong said: "Master Leng, I'm not that well-informed."
Leng Feiqiong laughed.
Fakong smiled and said: "If we talk about magical powers, Master Leng possesses a rare treasure that blocks my clairvoyance, so I can't see the future of Master Leng, nor can I see the situation here."
"It seems that you don't take Tianhai Sword Sect to heart." Leng Feiqiong shook his head: "No longer regard it as a threat."
Fakong smiled: "Now the Tianhai Sword Sect has no time to deal with me, right? Besides, I saved your life, Master Leng, so you Tianhai Sword Sect can't retaliate for kindness, right? So you don't bother to waste your energy."
"If we deal with you, our Tianhai Sword Sect will repay kindness with hatred."
"Exactly."
"...What do you think of this incident?" Leng Feiqiong said, "Maybe you can help find the swordsman?"
Fakong shook his head: "There is the Department of Green Clothes and the Department of Southern Supervision, so I don't need to bother myself. The emperor must have been furious, and he must have asked them to start an investigation."
"They..." Leng Feiqiong curled her lips slightly, revealing a sneer.
Fa Kong knew that she had no confidence in the Green Clothes Department and the Southern Supervision Department, but he had no intention of helping.
It would be unwise to provoke the Star-Shattering Sword Sect for nothing.
Fakong said: "It can't be difficult for the emperor."
He drank the tea cup in one gulp and put down the porcelain cup: "Then I'll say goodbye."
Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, you also want to prevent me from entering the palace, right?"
Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Why did Master Leng say this?"
"From the standpoint of the Snow Mountain Sect, you really don't want me to enter the palace, lest the Tianhai Sword Sect rises up and overwhelms both of your sects."
Fakong looked at her calmly.
Leng Feiqiong said in a deep voice: "But you have to know that the people who are most opposed to me entering the palace are the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect. They are almost unanimously opposed."
Fa Kong nodded.
He could imagine what the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect were thinking.
They would not think that Leng Feiqiong's entry into the palace was the result of mutual love and an oath of love, but that it was the Tianhai Sword Sect that compromised with the court, and that it was Leng Feiqiong who sacrificed himself in order to prove the Tianhai Sword Sect's loyalty.
Leng Feiqiong said: "They will give up if I simply step down as the leader. If I don't step down as the leader, they will never agree."
"However, their objections cannot stop you, Master Leng, from your actions." Fakong said: "The Tianhai Sword Sect has grown and grown. Master Leng, you are satisfied. The rest will be left to the next master, right?"
"Exactly." Leng Feiqiong said: "I have done what I can do, and it is the next leader's turn to do the rest."
Fakong said: "Master Leng, you want to tell me that you can't get help from the Tianhai Sword Sect, and they won't help you clear the obstacles to entering the palace?"
Leng Feiqiong nodded slowly: "So I can only ask Fakong for your help."
Fa Kong smiled.
Leng Feiqiong said: "I already owe you the grace of saving my life. I might as well owe you one more time."
Fakong said slowly: "If Master Leng were me, would I help?"
Leng Feiqiong said: "I will help. Not to mention that this swordsman is so arrogant and treats Shenjing as if it is nothing and needs to be taken care of. I just say that giving and receiving are worth the gamble."
Fakong smiled and said: "Master Leng, even if you enter the harem and become a noble concubine, you will be of no use to me. The Star-Shattering Sword Sect is not easy to mess with."
Leng Feiqiong said calmly: "How do you know there is no help? At least no one will say bad things about you in front of the emperor."
Fakong laughed and said: "Master Leng has a good trick."
She was threatening.
Leng Feiqiong said: "You should repay the favor of saving your life. I will suppress the Tianhai Sword Sect and eliminate the resentment between you and the Tianhai Sword Sect."
Fakong smiled and said: "This swordsman is not an ordinary swordsman. He should be one of the top masters of the Star-Shattering Sword Sect. Even if he knows about it, I'm afraid he won't be able to keep him unless the emperor does it himself, but the emperor..."
He shook his head as he spoke.
The emperor will definitely not take action easily, even if Leng Feiqiong is assassinated.
"Where can you find him?"
"Okay." Fakong nodded.
"...As long as I find him, I will personally take action to avenge Lao Song and Lao Fang." Leng Feiqiong said slowly.
Her eyes flashed and shone brightly.
Fakong said: "Your Majesty knows, I'm afraid..."
"I will kill this person before the emperor knows about it." Leng Feiqiong said solemnly: "As for you, if you don't tell me and I don't tell, how will the emperor know."
"...Forget it." Fakong nodded and waved his hand.
He also wanted to see what Leng Feiqiong was capable of. As for the emperor, even if he helped, the emperor had nothing to say.
A line of water flew out of Leng Feiqiong's tea cup.
Fa Kong rolled his sleeves.
This water line suddenly collapsed into a mist of water, which fell to the ground, and a map appeared on the ground.
Leng Feiqiong narrowed her beautiful eyes.
I can't do this exquisite method of lucking out energy myself. His cultivation level is much stronger than mine. He is really a monster!
Fakong flicked his finger, and a piece of tea leaf fell to the ground: "He is right here."