"Oh? Brother Li, you're going into seclusion?" Dini asked, somewhat surprised.
On this day, Li Feiyu suddenly announced that he wanted to go into seclusion for a while.
“Yes, I exchanged a few blows with that person last time, and I gained some insights into swordsmanship. I want to go into seclusion to study and comprehend them,” Li Feiyu said.
“That’s great! I’ll make the arrangements for you right away. Don’t worry, everything will be fine here for the time being,” Dini said.
"Thank you, Master. I'm just trying to understand the way of the sword; it won't take long."
Of course, this was an arrangement made by Li Daoyi for his upcoming plans, and Dini had no way of knowing it. She only felt that this was in line with the other party's status as a chosen one of heaven.
Fan Qinghui left Taiyuan with Shi Feixuan, and Pu Neng accompanied them.
Pu Neng used his supernatural powers to carry the two of them to the capital, and they arrived outside the capital in less than half a day.
"It seems the imperial court has strengthened its defenses."
The three outside the city saw that the capital was surrounded by soldiers, and the city gates were heavily guarded. There were also many martial arts practitioners standing guard nearby. These people were dressed in black and were obviously members of the Demonic Sect.
"Master, how do we get in?" Shi Feixuan asked.
"Don't worry, I'll have a plan once it gets dark," Pu Neng said.
Zhennan Prefecture.
The mansion that Emperor Yang Guang bestowed upon Song Que was right next to the imperial city.
At this moment, Song Que was sitting in his study, holding a military book in his hands and reading it. However, he didn't turn the page for a long time, which showed that Song Que's mind was not on the book.
Ever since Li Daoyi uttered the words that he would destroy Buddhism, he has been restless for many days. The image of Fan Qinghui keeps appearing in his mind. Even though he has tried his best to restrain himself, he can't help but recall things from his youth.
"The immortal was right after all. If I can't let go of this person, I will never be able to comprehend the Ninth Blade in my entire life," Song Que murmured, putting down his book.
"Shattering the void..."
As Song Que spoke, he slowly walked out of the study. By this time, his earrings were hanging high, and the surroundings were completely silent.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Song Que realized something was wrong; the courtyard was eerily quiet.
"Whoosh..."
He stretched out his right hand, and the precious sword instantly flew out of the study and landed in his hand.
Song Que looked around warily. Usually at this time, there would be the sounds of insects chirping, but today it was unusually quiet.
"Hey, you're still so cautious."
At that moment, a soft sigh was heard.
Song Que turned around and saw three figures appear out of nowhere behind him.
“Qinghui…” Song Que exclaimed in surprise.
"Greetings, Grandmaster," Shi Feixuan said obediently.
Immediately afterward, Song Que frowned.
“You shouldn’t have come,” Song Que said.
"Don't you want me to come?" A hint of sorrow appeared in Fan Qinghui's eyes.
Song Que's eyes darted away, and then he turned around.
"You can leave now. I'll pretend I never saw you tonight. I know what you're thinking, but that's impossible," Song Que said.
He knew Fan Qinghui too well, or rather, he knew Cihang Jingzhai too well. He knew exactly what kind of nonsense these people were going to spout the moment they raised their butts.
“I’d like to talk to you alone,” Fan Qinghui said.
"Whoosh..."
After saying that, Pu Neng and Shi Feixuan disappeared from the spot.
Song Que's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Is that an immortal?"
“That’s right, they were sent from the upper realm by our Buddhist sect.” Fan Qinghui nodded.
Song Que didn't say anything more, but he still gripped the knife tightly in his hand.
“I didn’t mean to blackmail you,” Fan Qinghui said.
A hint of disdain appeared on Song Que's face, clearly indicating that he did not believe it.
“Things shouldn’t have turned out this way. It was all caused by Li Daoyi. You’ve seen it yourself. So many people have died, and the Jingnian Chan sect has been destroyed. This man is an enemy of Buddhism. Now even Heaven can’t stand by and watch. Song Que, I hope you will turn back from the wrong path. The Sui Dynasty is not worth it.” Fan Qinghui slowly stepped forward and said.
Song Que took two steps back.
"Is the Sui Dynasty not worth it? Is the Li family worth it? Qinghui, after all these years, you still haven't changed. You keep saying you're doing it for the world, but in reality, you're only doing it for Cihang Jingzhai and for your Buddhist sect."
"Master Li is right. Buddhism is like parasites that feed on the people, deceiving them and now stirring up trouble. Your existence is the greatest harm to the people," Song Que said excitedly.
"Shut up..." Fan Qinghui said angrily.
Looking at the somewhat hysterical Fan Qinghui, Song Que was filled with disappointment. At this moment, the last bit of affection he had for Fan Qinghui vanished.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Abandon the Sui Dynasty, abandon Yang Guang, and join the Li family to overthrow them. I'll grant you whatever you want after that," Fan Qinghui said, taking a deep breath.
"Hahaha…"
Song Que suddenly laughed.
“I thought you knew me well, but it turns out I was overthinking it. You don’t know me at all. Do you think I’m on Yang Guang’s side?” Song Que asked.
Fan Qinghui was stunned and looked at Song Que in confusion.
"You're wrong. I, Song Que, will never stand on the side of the emperor. I, Song Que, will only stand on the side of the people." Song Que said coldly.
“Then you should overthrow Yang Guang and help the Li family take power,” Fan Qinghui said hastily.
"You want to help the Li family rise to power so they can become your Buddhist puppets, right? Don't dream about it, that's absolutely impossible."
"The immortal was right after all; your Buddhist sect deserves to be destroyed." Song Que said, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Bold."
"boom…"
"puff……"
A roar was heard, and then Song Que was sent flying backward, spitting blood from his mouth in mid-air.
It was Pu Neng who couldn't help but show up and make a move.
“Senior…” Fan Qinghui called out quickly.
"Hmph, how dare you insult Buddhism?" Pu Neng said coldly.
Fan Qinghui quickly came to Song Que's side and went to help him up.
"Get out of the way," Song Que roared, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Fan Qinghui had never seen such a look before, and she couldn't help but step back.
"Cough cough..." Song Que coughed a few times.
"As expected of someone from the Upper Realm, they are indeed formidable," Song Que said.
“Fan Qinghui, this person is stubborn and incorrigible. What are you waiting for?” Pu Neng said at this moment.
Fan Qinghui stared blankly at Song Que, her right hand trembling as she pulled a pill from her sleeve.
"Master..." Shi Feixuan couldn't help but cry out when she saw this, her eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at Song Que.
Song Que stared at the other person, seemingly understanding what it was.
He used all his strength to raise the knife in his hand and held it to his own neck.
With a crisp "clang," the knife in Song Que's hand fell to the ground, and a pebble rolled down with it.
Pu Neng made his move.
“It’s not that easy to die,” Pu Neng said coldly.
Song Que's face was twitching, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he wanted to eat people. He had never suffered such humiliation since he debuted.
"I'm sorry, you forced me to do this. Don't worry, this pill won't kill you, in the future..."
As Fan Qinghui spoke, she approached Song Que on the ground, but at that moment she stopped in her tracks, or rather, everyone present fell silent.
Song Que looked at the group with some surprise. He saw that Fan Qinghui was still motionless, the bald monk was also still with a cold smile, and Shi Feixuan was also completely still with a sad expression, as if time and space had been frozen.
"Slap slap..."
A round of applause rang out.
Song Que looked toward the source of the sound and saw Li Daoyi holding Mengmeng in the air above the courtyard.
"I knew I hadn't misjudged you," Li Daoyi said to Song Que with satisfaction.
“Immortal…you’ve arrived, cough cough…” Song Que immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Daoyi slowly descended.
"whee…"
The little one jumped down from his arms and ran towards Song Que.
"Here, have a drink." Mengmeng took a porcelain bottle out of her small crossbody bag and handed it to Song Que.
Song Que had no suspicions and took the drink, drinking as much as he could.
"Coo coo..."
Immediately afterwards, Song Que's originally pale face gradually turned rosy, and the injuries in his body disappeared instantly.
"Thank you," Song Que said gratefully.
"Hehehe, a thousand strings of candied hawthorns!" Mengmeng gestured with one finger.
"Uh... hahaha, ten thousand skewers will do too." Song Que was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Hehehe, you said it!" Mengmeng said happily.
Song Que gently patted the little guy's head and then walked over.
Seeing the three motionless figures, Song Que's eyes flashed with murderous intent again, and he was about to swing his knife at the bald monk.
"Don't rush," Li Daoyi said.
Song Que stopped abruptly and looked at Li Daoyi.
“Mengmeng.” Li Daoyi looked at Mengmeng.
"Okay." The little guy nodded. Then he clapped his little hands gently.
A flash of white light streaked across the courtyard, and everyone vanished instantly.
When Song Que came to his senses, he found himself in another place, along with Fan Qinghui and the other two.
"Is the Duke of Zhennan alright?" Yang Guang's voice came at this moment.
Yang Guang walked up to Song Que and asked with concern.
Song Que then noticed that this was the main hall of the imperial palace, and that besides Yang Guang, there were also Shi Zhixuan, Wei Lianxiang, Zhu Yuyan, Dongfang Bubai, and Xiaolongnu.
"Ah... Your Majesty, I'm alright. It's all thanks to the immortal who arrived in time," Song Que said quickly, regaining his senses.
"That's good. Is this Fan Qinghui? She is indeed as beautiful as the legends say." Yang Guang then walked to the motionless Fan Qinghui's side.
"Your Majesty, this person's allure surpasses that of countless members of our Demonic Sect. Didn't you see that even Song Que was completely captivated by her?" Zhu Yuyan couldn't help but say.
"Yu Yan." Shi Zhixuan quickly stopped her, his eyes filled with reproach. After all, there were so many people around, and they still had to give Song Que face.
Song Que had no time to argue with her and quickly recounted what had just happened to everyone.
"Hmph, how shameless, they actually resort to poison."
Shi Zhixuan slowly walked towards Fan Qinghui and gently took the Heart-Eating Pill from her hand.
"This is not poison, but a pill that can control people's minds. Once you take it, you will become completely obedient to others," Li Daoyi said.
"Hiss... This is more poisonous than poison." Everyone gasped, even Song Que was filled with lingering fear. He couldn't imagine what terrible things he would do if he were controlled.
"Immortal, could this bald donkey be someone who came down from above?" Yang Guang asked as he walked up to Pu Neng.
"good."
Everyone gathered around curiously, and Zhu Yuyan even boldly pinched Monk Pu Neng's cheek.
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