Cao Jingchun hurried out of Yongkong Temple. When he came outside, six guards came up to meet him. Meng Zhi, a tall and burly man with white hair like silver, was coming up to him: "I just received the news that the national teacher just left Damiaolian Temple and went to Palace."
"Okay!" Cao Jingchun smiled: "It's just the right time for the national teacher to leave the customs."
He kept on stepping, striding out.
Meng Zhizheng said with a smile: "As soon as the national teacher leaves the customs, we will have no worries!"
"Exactly." Everyone else smiled.
Fakong was thoughtful.
It seems that the national teacher has a high status in their minds, which makes these top masters admire them so much.
His eyes were golden, and he cast his eyes on the Forbidden Palace, where he saw an old monk walking slowly.
The old monk was wearing a purple-gold cassock, which was similar to the one he was wearing, obviously they were not ordinary things.
The man's eyebrows are white, his skin is loose, his face is full of wrinkles, and there are even a few age spots. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a dying man.
His tall body is slightly bowed, his eyelids are drooping, and he seems to be asleep, making people worry that he will fall asleep while walking.
Behind him were two young monks.
Both young monks were imposing, but one of them, Fakong, recognized him as Monk Yuande.
Monk Yuande is following behind the old monk step by step.
The old monk walked slowly, as if he thought about every step before he took it.
Take one step, then stop, take another step, stop again, take the next step, stand firm and then take the next step.
However, his step is ten steps away from ordinary people.
So he seems to walk slowly, but actually walks extremely fast.
Fakong speculates that this is similar to the light work of shrinking the ground to an inch. Normally, one step is ten steps away from others.
Once you do it, it may not be just ten steps, it may be a hundred steps or even hundreds of steps, which is extremely light work.
Fakong retracted his gaze, thoughtful.
He has no intention of meeting this national teacher for the time being, but is just curious about what kind of supernatural power this national teacher has that makes Cao Jingchun so excited and determined¡ª¡ª
Everyone had dinner in the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple, but Chu Ling didn't intend to go back to the palace directly, which was very unusual.
Xu Qingluo, Zhou Yang, Zhou Yu and the others didn't say much, as if they didn't realize that she was abnormal, but Lin Feiyang couldn't help asking.
Chu Ling drooped her beautiful face: "Leng Feiqiong enters the palace today."
Lin Feiyang said in surprise: "I just entered the palace today? I thought she had already entered the palace."
Chu Ling gave him a white look.
Lin Feiyang said: "Sooner or later, His Highness is still angry?"
"I thought I didn't care anymore." Chu Ling shook her head and said, "But she really entered the palace, but I couldn't help it."
Farkon was noncommittal.
This is human nature, there is no need to pay too much attention to it.
"Sister Chu, what did she do after entering the palace?" Xu Qingluo asked.
She has always avoided mentioning this issue, because she is afraid of making Chu Ling feel sad, so she can't keep a pot from opening.
Now that Chu Ling proposed, she took the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity.
She is extremely curious about Leng Feiqiong.
Although standing on the standpoint of his friend Chu Ling, and the standpoint of the relationship between Master and Tianhai Sword Sect, Leng Feiqiong is considered an enemy.
But Leng Feiqiong became the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect as a daughter, and she could still make the emperor Chuxiong die. She admired and was curious, and wanted to find out what Leng Feiqiong was going to do and what the purpose of entering the palace was.
She didn't believe that Leng Feiqiong was purely for feelings.
There must be other intentions.
But what is the intention of this, I am afraid it will be difficult for others to guess.
She felt that Fakong knew, but if Fakong didn't tell her, she couldn't dig it out. Maybe she could get some clues from Chu Ling.
Chu Ling snorted and said: "She didn't do anything, she just entered the palace, of course she tucked her tail."
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "She doesn't have to tuck her tail, does she? Who doesn't know that she is the emperor's favorite person."
"That's different." Chu Ling shook his head and said, "In the harem, not only the emperor's favor can run rampant, but also the emperor's grandmother and other noble concubines."
"By her means, can all these be settled?" Xu Qingluo said, "Why did she want to enter the palace?"
Chu Ling frowned: "It seems that I have a ten-year agreement with my father."
"This way" Xu YuHearing Fakong's judgment like this, he was slightly relieved.
Fakong shook his head: "Your Majesty is underestimating herself. Since Your Majesty's heart is like ice and snow, then don't worry, just cultivate your mind and character slowly."
"Ai¡ª¡ª!" The queen sighed helplessly: "I will implicate you, Master, if I live here."
Fakong smiled and said: "This is Lingkong Temple, and the emperor personally issued an edict to invite me to be the abbot. It's fine for the empress to be here."
"Thank you, Master."
"Your Majesty, don't say such outrageous things." Fakong said in a warm voice, "My Majesty, calm down and take a look."
"yes."¡ª¡ª
A round of bright moon shines on the lake.
In the small pavilion by the lake in Xinghuawu, Dugu Xiaqing is reading with a scroll.
The light was as bright as day, shining brightly in her eyes.
Fakong suddenly appeared.
Dugu Xia Qing looked up and smiled.
She has an ordinary appearance, but she is extremely beautiful when she smiles.
She immediately frowned, looked at Fakong in surprise, and sensed the change in Fakong's aura, because Fakong didn't want to hide it from her, but deliberately released his aura to let her sense it.
She drew out the long sword on the stone table neatly, and the lake-like sword light enveloped Fakong.
A ray of clear light flew out of Fakong's sleeve, mixing with her clear light.
"Ding ding ding ding" Amidst the clear sound, the two flew out of the small pavilion, fluttering like feathers towards the lake.
The two of them walked on the lake as if walking on flat ground, and the sword light was like water, continuous, and it was impossible to tell whether it was subtle or not, because it had surpassed the visual range of the naked eye.
All I can see is a piece of light, but I can't see the sword.
After a quarter of an hour, the two of them stopped abruptly and floated back into the small pavilion. Dugu Xiaqing's eyes were burning and she was uncontrollably excited.
The harvest this time is too huge.
She was also trapped in the Four Elephant Realm and couldn't go up. The sword intent seemed to be exhausted, and she was unable to cut through obstacles to go further.
At this time, being stimulated by Fakong's swordsmanship reinfused her with strength, and once again felt the aura of breaking through obstacles.
Fakong can be regarded as reciprocating, helping her.
After the two sat down, Dugu Xiaqing poured two glasses of wine and chatted while drinking in the moonlight.
The two unknowingly talked about the assassination of Dayun's princes.