Time is vast and flowing forward without any will.

The dead are like this, never leaving the day and night.

Thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This was already the 24th year of Kaihuang in the Great Sui Dynasty.

Because Fang Ming, the super big Kunpeng, came out of nowhere, with his wings swelling and stirring up the wind and clouds, Yang Jian was so busy that he almost vomited blood, and had no intention of changing the origin of Renshou or something.

Yang Guang, however, failed in the battle and was almost defeated. After returning to the court, he was immediately attacked and almost lost the reputation he had accumulated over the years. He was unable to successfully squeeze out Yang Yong and become the crown prince in the 20th year of Kaihuang.

At this time, Emperor Yang Jian of the Great Sui Dynasty was seriously ill and his condition was getting worse. Several princes began to get ready to move.

When the storm was surging, a woman who had already entered the empty door, who was still beautiful, came to Lingnan outside the Zhennan Palace, which was so harsh.

"Please inform the King of Zhennan, and say that his old friend Fan Qinghui is visiting!"

Originally, how could the people below know Fan Qinghui's status in the world? But at this time, she spoke naturally with the same solemn power, which made the guard go back and report immediately.

boom!

A moment later, the palace gate opened wide, and an internal supervisor immediately came out and shouted: "The king has an order, please ask this distinguished guest to see you in the Imperial Garden!"

Of course, Fan Qinghui has never been to Lingnan.

But at this time, I revisited the old place and saw thousands of miles of fields in Lingnan. There were boats on the waterway, and there were a prosperous scene of a prosperous era. I couldn't help but sigh.

Even the thought of the person she was about to meet made her originally stagnant Buddha heart turmoil.

Turning over the Nine Palace Gate, an exquisite garden emerged. The eunuch who led the way stepped down respectfully, but Fan Qinghui gently moved the lotus steps and stepped into the depths of the flowers.

Fan Qinghui, who had already practiced the sword path to a deep understanding, even faintly saw the realm of the sword heart clear, followed the remote sensing of the spirit, and turned directly to a flower bush, and immediately saw Song Que.

Then, she was shocked!

There was a bamboo pavilion among the flowers. Outside the pavilion, there were clear springs flowing beads and fragrant grass on the ground. A young man with a face like a jade-like face was lying on his back, wearing a slack and bamboo crown, looking indescribable lazy and leisurely. A wine gourd at hand exuded a strong aroma of wine.

Seeing Fan Qinghui, the young man smiled slightly and immediately chanted: "Water wine and you will be lenient with me, and the human relationship is like a turbulent wave. The white prime minister still presses the sword when he knows it, and the rich people laugh at him. The grass color is all wet by the drizzle, and the flowers and branches are about to move the spring breeze. How can we ask about the world? It is better to lie high and eat more..."

The tone is calm, the mind is leisurely, and the whole person is extremely lazy.

In the world, the young man among flowers, forget about both the things and the self.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly emerged from Fan Qinghui's heart and continued to impact her Buddha's heart.

Fang Ming smiled slightly, raised his gourd and said respectfully, "Will Qinghui always be nice to meet old friends?"

"Qinghui is very good!" Fan Qinghui bowed slightly: "The king is closer to the way of heaven, but it is gratifying! Qinghui is old and feels ashamed of nowhere!"

"Haha... I'm just leaving behind all my worries. I'm just going to be more content with my heart..."

Fang Ming pulled his hair that was hanging down his shoulders, and his face and figure were even a little younger than when Fan Qinghui first met him. He was like a beautiful young man like a jade: "Every day, he adjusted the qin, read the golden scriptures, carved bamboo sticks, and drank wine... He learned from heaven and earth, and his creation was made by his own!... But Qinghui shouldn't laugh at me as a 'corpse guard'..."

In fact, of course not only that.

For more than ten years, he has delegated the affairs of the kingdom and lived in seclusion every day. He nourished his own yang spirit with the meaning of the secret of immortality, and continued to cooperate with the Taixuan Sutra to analyze the secrets.

At this time, another discovery was that the Changchun true energy he obtained from the Tianlong world from the Tonglao of Tianshan, which was abnormally matched these two Taoist scriptures.

With both practice, not only slowly repairing the Yang God, but also inspires the effect of rebirth and rejuvenation.

By now, Fang Ming's Yang Shen has recovered most of his life, and he is confident that he will completely recover at the end of the Sui Dynasty and be promoted to the level of a great master. His flesh orifices are completely perfect, and he will always be frozen at the peak of his physical strength.

"Qinghui admires it!"

Fan Qinghui could naturally see that Fang Ming at this time was not Zhu Yuyan's face forever, but was real, even his appearance and body inside, everything was at its peak! Even his life span increased. Although this was common in the world of big karma, it was a sensational thing in the world of Tang Dynasty!

At this point, Changchun’s true qi can be changed to “Eternal Life True Qi”!

"Haha... Qinghui must stay for a few more days here, and she happened to meet my son and three daughters!"

Fang Ming gave birth to four children with Shang Qingya.

The eldest son was named Song Shidao, and he was designated as the heir early on, focusing on training. The eldest daughter was Song Yuhua and the second daughter Song Yuzhi. When the third daughter was born, Fang Ming had a bad taste and directly named Song Xiuxun.

Jie Hui, who was far away in Bashu, heard the news about Fang Ming's children, and wanted to become a relative of Fang Ming and settle a marriage contract for Song Yuhua, but Fang Ming slapped him back without hesitation.

After all, this person is still in the inspection period, and maybe he will be killed by Fang Ming one day. Wouldn’t he be pushed into the fire pit?

"The king is idle and wild crane, and has a happy family, which is really enviable!"

Fan Qinghui praised her lightly, but she did not comment on Fang Ming's proposal.

"Qinghui is here because of Bi Xiu's heart?"

At this time, almost the entire martial arts world knew that Bi Xiuxin was humiliated by the traitor Shi Zhixuan. It was also the time when Yang Jian was seriously ill, Yang Yong and Yang Guang were fighting openly and secretly. At this time, Fan Qinghui had no choice but to come out in person.

"That's right! Qinghui has come here, and wants to ask the king to help him to destroy this traitor!"

There was a rare slight fluctuation in Fan Qinghui's tone.

"Haha...Qinghui is anxious!"

Fang Ming flew back to the bamboo pavilion, and the sky knife on his waist disappeared, and he replaced it with an inscription pillar staff.

He drank a sip of the wine at Hulu, his face calmed down, as if he was thinking, but he was sneering in his heart.

Whether it is Cihang Jingzhai or Jingnian Zen Temple, there seems to be a tradition of letting others take action to fight to death.

As the final decisive weapon, it would be fine if the four great saints monks didn't come out easily, but Ning Daoqi was made not to be too smooth. In the original work, the most dangerous task of fighting with Song Que was delivered, which caused Lao Ning to be almost killed by Song Que.

After all, he is the leader of the martial arts world, and is the boss of Bai Dao! If you have any problems, you will naturally have to drive your subordinates to do it.

But now.

Fang Ming couldn't help feeling a little tired. He was not as cheap as Shuanglong, and he was a free thug for others.

"Have Qinghui been to the north?"

After a long time, Fang Ming asked about other aspects.

"Northern?" Fan Qinghui's face changed.

Seeing this situation, Fang Ming was even more sure of the other party's original intention of unwilling to interfere in the affairs of the Great Sui Dynasty. A subtle curve appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yang Yong, Yang Guang... Which one is Qinghui optimistic about?"

"The ethics of the rule of the rule, the minister, the father and the son have their own judgment... Qinghui was a monk, so how dare he talk about national affairs?"

Fan Qinghui's eyes were drooping, but Fang Ming was choking when he heard it.

‘What a Buddhist who pays attention to the principles of the rules!’

Fang Ming sneered in his heart, when did the Buddhists who once entered the emptiness and forgot all the common deeds also pay attention to the Confucian style?

What's more, when you came to stand guard for Li Shimin in the end of the Sui Dynasty and encouraged him to kill his brother with his brother, where did Confucian ethics go?

"Does Qinghui know that Yang Yong and Yang Guang both contacted me privately and promised a lot of things!"

Fang Ming shook his hand, and two letters on the table flew out plainly and fell into Fan Qinghui's hands.

Just as he saw the handwriting, Fan Qinghui's face changed.

After all, it is probably a very unpleasant experience to hook up with outsiders without saying hello.

"Although Yang Yong made a lot of promises, he was still not as good as his brother... That's right! He considered himself the legitimate son and the crown prince of the country, so he should naturally sit in that position!"

Fang Mingran said leisurely.

"Does the king want to help King Jin?"

Fan Qinghui's face was very solemn.

Although Song Que has lived in Lingnan for more than ten years and has never taken action again, who in the martial arts world does not know his horror? The world's number one sword master! A great master who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Ning Daoqi!

At this time, Song Que's limelight had really left a group of competitors and could almost compete with Ning Daoqi.

Not to mention, behind him is the support of the entire Lingnan Kingdom, which is an important force that can influence the world's storm!

"I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe... I should consider this matter after I have met the two princes!"

Fang Ming said: "Without any trouble, why don't you let Song accompany Qinghui to the north?"

"The king is responsible for the safety of Lingnan, and he is willing to leave the people of the country. Qinghui is very grateful. Thank you again..."

A strange color flashed in Fan Qinghui's eyes and she retreated, but Fang Ming was silent for a long time.

He looked up at the sky, and didn't know how long it took to get up, and walked to a certain place in the Zhennan Royal Palace with a bamboo stick.

This is a hall with a strange shape, with a huge space inside. There are more than a dozen treasure knives of different shapes hanging on both sides of the wall. There is a huge stone that looks like a stalagmites against the other end of the door, which is dark and smooth, tall and human-like, adding another indescribable meaning to the already strange atmosphere of the hall.

This is the Knife Hall, and Fang Ming has never allowed a second person to enter the entire Zhennan Royal Palace.

He came to the whetstone and stood for a long time, but he was reluctant to engrave his words.

"Hehe... Why didn't the king engrave the name of Shi Zhixuan?"

Accompanied by a chuckle, a figure suddenly formed outside the sharpening hall. The light and shadow seemed to be absorbed by the graceful figure, revealing the other party's further magical cultivation.

Fang Ming didn't move his eyebrows, because the Knife Sharpening Hall was a forbidden area, so he was better used to connect with the people in the Demon Sect.

Having said that, if it weren't for his order to release the water, even if it were the queen Zhu Yuyan, she would not be able to come here quietly. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!